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Our Generation
03:32
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The kids view the world through a box
Nobody’s learned how to talk
To each other, to their mother
To the men down the street
Can’t stand on our own two feet
Oversaturated celebrities
Meals flavoured artificially
Chemically made, to turn all of us gay
God, set these poor children free
You say our generation’s ruined
And you say you don’t know how
But if you take a look back, let down the constant attack
You’d be surprised by every generation now
The brainwash of the silver screen
Has turned your little baby’s tongue so mean
She lies, she cries, forcing you to comply
To her every motherfucking need
You say our generation’s ruined
And that there’s nothing you could do
But that’s the very same idea that’s gotten us here
You see, your generation is ruined too
And you say it’s not your fault
But we’ve been taught to think how we do
As were you, and your father, and his father’s dad
Every generations been ruined too
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Purple Veins
02:32
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Purple veins stick out against a canvas
He didn’t stop working ‘til his heart ran gray
Black and white hands covered up in bruises
Calloused to a point beyond repair
The songbirds all flew south for the Winter
They left your ears empty and your hearts beneath the floor
Stuck you up here with nothing but ravens
Crooning, calling, “Nevermore.”
They said “You’re never ever never gonna think of something new
so you might as well quit while you’re ahead.”
I said, “I’ll bite my tongue, because what you say is true
but it makes me wish I’d never left my bed
because I never can escape from my head.”
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Noah's Feel-Good Jam
02:30
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He's got an air about him, a groove in his step
He walks with a swagger that's gone unchecked
He pulls a move, yeah he knows what to do
He's a finger trigger bastard coming for you
Oh hell yes
He's got the sex, the booze, the rock and the roll
He's got the denim jacket, motherfucking heart of gold
He's the sweetest no-gooder in all of the land
And more than all that, man, he drums in a band
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One Push
04:12
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When you’re feelin’ down you know just who to call
That sweet girl of mine won’t let you down
You pick up the phone but she’s not around
She’s somewhere else helping another guy out
You know she’s not the one, but that doesn’t matter now
You’re on the brink
Just one push will send you over
You’re feelin’ lonely, there’s just no one to love
The last time you tried she just broke your heart
When she walked out, you felt love die
You drink to forget, just whiskey and wine
All you could do was curl up and cry
You’re on the brink
Just one push will send you over
You’re feelin’ helpless, nobody seems to care
Everything’s gone wrong, it’s just not fair
Eight months down the drain, how do you repair
It’s just you and your brain, no one else is there
You begin to sink, you’re on your last straw
You’ve passed the brink
My sweet girl can help you no longer
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I've Never Been Happy
01:56
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Foolproof plans
Of the modern youth
Getaway cars
Bulletproof
High functioning junkies
Tinseltown jobs
Flashy PBA cards
Held by today’s ‘angriest mob’
Avoid the stars
Catch the moon
I’ve never been happier
Than when I’m with you
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Your lady left you all alone
You don’t got a job and you’re always stoned
She sent the message, you don’t gotta tell me
you want to know the best way to get over somebody
I tell you, you’re better off on your own
She just doesn’t understand how much you’ve grown
Hold up man, put your books on the shelf
Because the best way to get over someone is to get under somebody else
My head is like a hurricane, I'll mess you as such
Tell me, tell me if you start to feel too much
’Cause when ya start to feeling it's gonna hurt yer heart
And ya know I'm not trying to hurt ya no
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The Rebel
05:12
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He’s got a lot to do
He’s got a lot to say
But he’s got the time to act like he don’t got any
And the critics say
He’s ‘Handsomely Deranged’
But we all know better
You know we all know better
He’s got the time to move
To put you in the groove
Before you know it there’s a wire ‘round your throat
Acts like a dick and he’s got us fooled
America loves a sob story
The modern Gen. Z reality
America loves a tragedy
Please break my heart
Every hour, on the hour
He corrupts your children
Every hour, on the hour
He leaks his naughty pictures
Every hour, on the hour
He ignores parents’ emails
Every hour, on the hour
He’s a rebel
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The Death of a Nation
01:57
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Synthesis is fabrication
Brick walls are liberation
Protect your kids, this is the death of a nation
Fallen to temptation
Don’t speak of race relations
Watch out, you motherfuckers
It’s the death of a nation
It only stands to reason
That in a two party system
Neither party cares about you
Bands are committing treason
In a world comprised of rhythms
Never one rhythm beats true
Thousands march along
None are right, more are wrong
A planet beaten black and blue
Edge of the planet, screaming
Life is viewed by streaming
What the fuck am I supposed to do?
New corporate location
Best achieved by aviation
Keep your eyes open
It’s the death of a nation
Immaculate conception
Swallowing your indigestion
Keeping yourself pure and true
Ripping shits on senate lawns
Making midnight last ‘til dawn
Morals and white hoods all strewn
Across the bedroom where you consumate
Watching baboons congregate
This is what our country’s come to
Me and the boys are dying
Generations left to crying
Listening to the Stones and Motley Crue
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I went down to St. James Infirmary
To see my baby there,
She was lying on a long white table,
So sweet, so cold, so fair.
Went up to see the doctor,
"She's very low," he said;
Went back to see my baby
Good God! She's lying there dead.
Let her go, let her go, God bless her;
Wherever she may be
She may search the wide world over
And never find another sweetheart like me
Oh, when I die, please bury me
In my ten dollar Stetson hat;
Put a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch chain
So my friends'll know I died standing pat.
Get six gamblers to carry my coffin
Six chorus girls to sing me a song
Put a twenty-piece jazz band on my tail gate
To raise Hell as we roll along
Now that's the end of my story
Let's have another round of booze
And if anyone should ask you can just tell them
I've got the St. James Infirmary blues
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THP Miracle
02:43
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Miraculous, Unanimous, the true number one
Synonymous, eponymous, the man with the gun
Harmonious, erroneous, but better than none
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Ehgck
02:21
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The best way to fight the passion of others
is to find yourself completely self-absorbed
And since you've done so I'd imagine you won't mind me leaving because I feel ignored
To put it frankly, Johnny, you're an asshole
and that's something that I just can't dig
Don't get me wrong, you shouldn't hate yourself either
But a middle ground is sure to do the trick
Mother asks why I become a klazomaniac
whenever I'm behind this damn microphone
And the reason, you see is I worry if I sing soft and sweet
you might grow tired and I would find myself alone
Listen Johnny, it's not your fault I'm the way I am
but i didn't ask for this either
Try all you will, try every pill, I know I have
and my conscience has up and walked away
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What's Yer Game, Kid?
05:00
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A shot rang out before the break of dawn
Life seemed more simple thirteen weeks ago
Students walk from classes like before
Now they’re more unsure
What they’re worth anymore
She made the fifth side of the newspaper
The second in a week to make the page
She wasn’t old enough to drive
Though it seems unfair
The school is hard pressed to care
What's your game kid
Stop fooling around
I won't be here forever
The end of this is near, sugar
What's your game kid
Please quit fooling around
Say your final words to me now
A shot rang out after the lunch bells tolled
Among the gurneys in the hospital
His mother watched him take her far away
A brain surgeon put on hold
Because she seemed too old
He made the front page of the newspaper
Go first degree if you want fame
The cops got him in the roundabout
He hung his shoes upside down
And got shocked when the luck poured out
A shock rang out from the halls of hospice care
The gentle giant of the NICU is gone
Memories scattered to the wind
Give it a week and see who cares
Still sending out their thoughts and prayers
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