1. |
Camp No
04:53
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We were born in your mouth, cried out and we crowned
We said some crazy shit, then we blistered the town. We want your
blood, we want you motivation we want you
bound, we don’t need the protection
We slit up your throat, we got us a name
a place you can’t go a place that we claimed we let you
die, we let your lovers fall we counted to
five in a southern drawl
Inside we cannot hide from her
Outside she cannot hide from us
She woke up today she broke through the pain
She plans her revenge then she calls all her friends she wants a
gun, she wants a purty man she wants to
shut us down with her shooting hand
She tracks us real slow, our limbs she lops
She can’t trust the kids, she don’t trust the cops she wants the
time, she wants a federal crime, and her
street grime stats from her past just fine
Inside we cannot hide from her
Outside she cannot hide from us
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2. |
Acca of Hexam
03:30
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Acca got the call and knows he’ll be put down
Baldred hit the road three days and he was found
Catherine knew her own body much too well
Dunsten in the ground and his head began to swell
The saints convince themselves not to trust
Themselves as they bicker about the nature of luck
Your spine’s all twisted and our bodies never touch
And your hands have got me thinkin’ that you know too much
Hildegard writhed around and got all the fame
Ignacious lost the fracas and now his legs are lame
Joanie ain’t been the same since she’s been hanging with all those boys
Laura stripped it off and still she kept her poise
The saints convince themselves not to trust yeah
Your spine’s all twisted and our bodies don’t touch yeah
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3. |
A Cruel Reversal
02:39
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All the jokes are on the radar
Executioner
License delivered
Cryptographs and stats
You have an attitude problem like a lost child | Lost child, lost child
Yes, lost children
Time to crawl amongst the sailors
Executioner license is callin’
Grab the nearest smile
Put that shithead on the bricks
Face is like a sunset | A sunset?
Yeah, all of it.
Let’s go sell some packs on the east side
Like a carpenter
Made her a widow
Give until it’s gone
Close shut | Close shut
Made up | Made up
Split shifts, guilt trips and rock riffs
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4. |
The Carver
04:17
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Sewed it all back up, record the weights and dimensions
Turned the lights back on, pour a scotch to fight the jitters
When I was nineteen and the world made sense then
Call the boy to hose the place out, wash up for supper
He’s your man, root him out, root him out
He’s your man, root him out, root him out
Sewed it all back up, record the weights and dimensions
Don’t talk about the way she laid
Turned the lights back on, pour a scotch to fight the jitters
The paper’s sure to run it late
When I was nineteen and the world made sense then
They fingered the wrong guy today
Call the boy to hose the place out, wash up for supper
The sheriff keeps the wolves at bay
He’s your man, root him out, root him out
He’s your man, root him out, root him out
Ever since that girl washed up on the shore, it’s our problem now
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5. |
Here She Comes
02:53
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The great division of the state church came and went
They caught our spooks flat-footed, glazed-out
And the promise they kept, they got inside our hands
They made concessions and cast our heroes in bronze
We gloss their dead lips every night now
Our babies don't see when the corsets go on
I stole the sermons from your pockets while you were in school
The cursive wild, the last line read
"I wanna shoot him in the street, I wanna watch him kick."
The orphans and the perverts still haunt the bus
The priests and the princes took first class
But their faces still touch, they still clasp their hands
See, it's the empire we won
From the dust of our furious guns
And the breath of our sex steam
In the throws of that lust while we fought
It took us a long time, but now we're free
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6. |
SP5G
03:51
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I have fun
Chasing ghosts
The ones who brag about things
I don’t know
Hypnotized
All around
But when they’re here I like the violence in the sound
There’s trouble
When she sings
She likes to cap it off with
Interrobang
Makes me stay
In her home
It’s just that dirty bitch who took my picture kodachrome
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7. |
An Event
07:06
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I hate blue eyes is what she said
Paper dress in the Brownsville sun
Smoked out and we left her in the grass to smolder
Just like we do
We know we’ll see with new eyes yeah
I got shit sight, I always have
Never saw the way here to you
Just like the day of the bright flash
And now it’s time to renew
Tomorrow we see with new eyes yeah
Black out the sun dance in the night forever
We light candles
Won’t burn anymore can’t take our sight
We light candles
We know we’ll see with new eyes yeah
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The Blistering Speeds Austin, Texas
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