1. |
DNR
01:55
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I'll be that white bike
Chained to a red light
Flashing blues bright
Dancing to a song
Melt like a snow flake
Chewing on ice cubes
You can never be too cool
A broken fist fight
Another quiet night
If you keep drinking
Well, you'll never have to win
Clap when it's over
But not before
And if your time is up
Just call it quits
And if your time is up
Just call it quits
Build a skyscraper
Out of toilet paper
Fill it all up
with the shit that rules the world
Laugh like a madman
Head in your hands
Until the sun comes up
Cuz I'm that white bike
Safe between the lines
Straight down the highway
That never seems to end
Who got run over
Christ drives a Rover
And if you find me
Make sure I'm dead
Yes, and if you find me
Make sure I'm dead
And if you find me
Make sure I'm dead
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2. |
Bad Tattoo
03:13
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Laughing to yourself
Just like you're used to
Thought of another joke
Who you gonna tell it to
Wondering if someones out there
Who is missing you
There's gotta be someone out there
Laughing too
Bad habits alone
And it's before noon
Got to run down
To the corner store
Yea, will be back soon
With a jawbreaker smile
A chipped sweet tooth
Everyone 'round here
Yea, we gonna be drinking soon
Cover it up
Another tattoo
You wanna cover it up
Get another tattoo
Can't cover it up
With another bad tattoo
Cold spot on your arm
Now she's someone else's
Gotta fill it in and act like
You never felt it
It was all a joke
Just a stupid stick and poke
Cover it up
Another bad tattoo
Keep on running
Don't get left behind
Just keep on running
Inside of your mind
Sitting there
Smiling sunshine
Sitting there
Smile for me Sunshine
Cover it up
Another tattoo
You wanna cover it up
Get another tattoo
Can't cover it up
With another bad tattoo
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3. |
Bottle Spin
02:35
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I think I might
See the day
When I turn heel
And walk away
From the direction
I've been heading in
Taking a piss
Against the wind
Another L
On a bottle spin
When I was banking
On the win
But it's a whirlpool
That we're swimming in
So I'll take a lap
And start again
Some things get lost
Out on the streets
The things we loved
And didn't need
As Life and Death
Dance and compete
Always in step
And out of sync
So keep a list
And a secrete friend
A growing will
No one can comprehend
And keep an Ace
Tucked right up your sleeve
Just in case
They all take their leave
You know one day
They'll all take their leave
Some things get lost
Out on the streets
The things we loved
And didn't need
As Life and Death
Dance and compete
Always in step
And out of sync
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4. |
Head In The Sand
04:01
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Head in the sand
Carving water
Tell me again
Like I don't remember
Playing your hand
As I fold
You can't make a friend
You can't make a friend
From a broken lover
Standing in line
The same one I've been in
So many times
Leaving behind
Another wound
To heal in time
Fist over hand
The velvet gloves
They slipped off again
Tell me my friend
My friend
Were we ever
Standing in line
The same one I've been in
So many times
Leaving behind
Another wound
To heal in time
Laugh until it makes sense
until you understand
Some things
No one has to know
Laugh until it makes sense
Until you understand
No one has to know
Some things
Head in the sand
Carving water
Tell me again
Like I don't remember
Standing in line
The same one I've been in
So many times
Leaving behind
Another wound
To heal in time
Laugh until it makes sense
until you understand
Some things
No one has to know
Laugh until it makes sense
Until you understand
No one has to know
Some things
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5. |
On A Dime
02:45
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Draw out another line
Fill in the shapes
Call's waiting on the line
It's a voice without a face
Take it as a sign
Then leave it all behind
Fall
From your back you'll find
Stare into space
All
Wounds don't heal with time
Yes you caught a nasty break
Turning on a dime
Then leave it all behind
Talks out all over town
Stated your case
Stated your case
Words fly out of your mouth
Left a bitter taste
A bitter taste
Take it all in stride
Then Leave it all behind
Take it as a sign
Turning on a dime
Take it all in stride
Then leave it all behind
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6. |
Light's Out
04:14
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You got it made
Shifting charades
Sauced up
But you're still getting paid
Not too much
But just enough
When you're done
You can still catch a good buzz
Packing a punch
Swapped your legs
For a crutch
Walking up hill
And you laugh a lot
But in a way
That indicates
There's nothing really funny here
At all
I don't want to keep the lights on
Anymore
Don't you leave no lights on
Don't you leave none on
For me
Mess in the day
Now it's okay
Remember what you thought
Beforehand
Stick to the plan
Just stick to the plan
Try to get it in'
While you still can
I don't want to keep the lights on
Anymore
Don't you leave no lights on
Don't you leave none on
For me
Coming around
Going around
I just can't wait
'Till sundown (For sunshine)
Coming around
Coming around
I just can't wait
For light's out
I don't want to keep the lights on
Anymore
Don't you leave no lights on
Don't you leave none on
For me
Don't you leave none on
For me
You get what you got
You got what you got
Tell everyone
That you gave it your best shot
Stick to the plan
You stuck to the plan
Tell everyone
They did everything they can
I don't want to keep the lights on
Anymore
Don't you leave no lights on
Don't you leave none on
For me
None on for me
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7. |
Backslaps
03:24
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Living off of back slaps
And free beer
You'll own the world
Just play your song
You don't have to talk
Another round
Of applause
Good jobs
They just don't pay
Always on the run
You forget to walk
And if time is money, honey
Well you aint got no time
So play us a tune
Since you're off the clock
And if time is money, honey
Well you
You aint got no time
So play us a tune
Since you're off the clock
Handshake
Cigarette
Well here, take a shot
You get what you give
And that's what you got
So break a leg kid
But do it while you're young
Some other type of wounds
They don't heal with time
So here is one last round
And this one's
On the house
Now hit the road
You'll be just fine
Just like old faithful
Oh yeah, she's gonna blow
So take a picture before you go
Just like old faithful
Oh yeah, you're gonna blow
So just sit back
And enjoy the show
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8. |
Oredo Rodeo
03:40
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You're hurting again
Another thing that can't last
Say you want to move forward
As you take a step back
Oh no
You know
This can't go on
And I can't cry
But I can still laugh
At everything we've said
To bring us down this wrong path
Oh no
You know
This can't go on
Oredo Rodeo
On Oredo Rodeo
She's hurting again
Another thing to take back
But you never can
Because she's living in the past
Oh no
You know
This can't go on
Time after time
No it never holds fast
So we're slipping on flames
And we're tripping on the ash
Oh no
You know
This can't go on
Oredo Rodeo
On Oredo Rodeo
You're hurting again
And before you even ask
Of course I agree
Because we're suckers for the task
Oh no
You know
This can't go on
And I never lied
The truth is more than just facts
One day you'll realize
When you loosen your grasp
Oh no
You know
This can't go on
Oredo Rodeo
On Oredo Rodeo
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9. |
The Bull
04:54
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The circle of life
Is a Christmas wreathe
It's surface won't kill me
It's what's underneath
I don't want to go
Lest I'm steering the ship
With the hole in it's hull
I'll empty buckets to live
I'm counting the days
But I keep losing count
If I don't wake up
I'll have figured it out
And I had a friend
At the scene of the crime
But when I showed up
There were only chalk lines
The hard line she walks
Is there to behold
I'll keep my heart young
As this body grows old
King Midas awaits
To fondle your soul
And once it's caressed
He'll dig you a hole
There is but one debt
Ever paid in full
And that's to the man
Operating the bull
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Maxwell Lee New Orleans, Louisiana
My Place Is A Place Of Many Places
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