1. |
Course of the Crisis
03:07
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i was broke down and fucked up in front of that rusty bus stop
with a dozen angry passengers muttering quietly, "fuck off"
so i pocketed my car keys and grabbed the pistol i keep locked inside the glovebox
then i left that god forsaken town before anyone recognized the devil in my mugshot
i sold my last possessions, save for the shirt on my back
didn't look behind me when i stepped onto those train tracks
all i needed was the stars in the sky to guide me through the haystacks
and the full moon of the night was my light on the path to my payback
i'll be dead by the weekend if i don't get outta this space
so i keep my feet moving, eyes peeled for government plates
cuz no matter where he goes, i know he knows he'll just be running in place
and i will not stop my pursuit, until my gun's in his face
-- breakdown solo --
smoked a pack of reds before i got a bite to eat
somewhere on the road between here and my defeat
when the sirens wailed their siren song, i was off my ass and light on my feet
and you might think I'm lying, but believe me it was quite a sight to see
hitchhiked past the city limits, well into the desert
where the city's gritty concrete gave way into the red dirt
I'd try to build a new life out here, but i know it's never worth the effort
besides, it seems no matter what i do, it's just another way to get hurt
emptied out my pockets and shoveled up a mound
buried all that money, threw my gun into the ground
left the quickly dimming horizon behind me, abandoned the sun at sundown
committed to the course of the crisis, now I'm not fucking around
----breakdown----
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2. |
A Fucking Promise
00:53
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3. |
Consumption Junction
01:34
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tweakers digging in the dumpster
and a stinky hippie chick
she's nodding in the gutter
after shooting up some shit
punk kids smoking gpc's
and packs of djarum blacks
extending middle fingers
at every pig that passes!
consumption junction what's your function?
don't need an introduction, every thought's an interruption
consumption junction what's your function?
absolutely nothing, but fuck it will aim for something
sleeping on the sidewalk
his bed is anywhere
cuddling a bottle
like a toddlers teddy bear
battling the tremors
and the voices in his brain
passed out by his cardboard sign
"change can't change a thing"
consumption junction what's your function?
don't need an introduction, every thought an interruption
consumption junction what's your function?
absolutely nothing, but fuck it will aim for something
frappuccino barbie
poised to make the call
hoodie with a sharpie
got his name up on the wall
toilet in the corner
needles on the tile
rats will eat each other
when you starve em for a while
consumption junction what's your function?
don't need an introduction, every thought an interruption
consumption junction what's your function?
absolutely nothing, but fuck it will aim for something
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4. |
That's How They Get Ya!
01:50
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i was walking in the city
and there was a man screaming on the street
just wordless bloodcurdling shrieks
at nobody in particular
i sat down on a nearby bench
at a safe enough distance away
to observe the rhyme or reason to his behavior
of which i found none
a passing beggar noticed my curiosity
and sat beside me on the bench
his boozy bouquet matured
as he leaned in and spoke to me:
"captain don't need a ticket
your either here
or NOOOOWHEEERE!
that's how they get ya
that's how THEY get ya
i bumped into someone
who wasn't there
it was ONLY AAIIIR!
that's how they get ya
that's how THEY get ya
i met a man at a crossroads
not in the street
but in his LIFE!
that's how they get ya
that's how THEY get ya
he didn't have much to say
just a few words
and he was GOOOONE!
that's how they get ya
that's how THEY get ya
you really gonna trust
the same government
that gave you MKULTRA!?
that's how they get ya
that's how THEY get ya
go on,
climb real high
like cordyceps and icarus
that's how they get ya
that's how THEY get ya
it's not hyper-paranoid delusional
psychotic schizophrenic hallucinations
if we can ALL see it!
that's how they get ya
that's how THEY get ya
hold on
*....*
i think i know this song
that's how they get ya
that's how THEY get ya
that's how they get ya
that's how THEY get ya
that's how they get ya
THAT'S HOW THEY GET YA!
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6. |
Suicidal Girlfriend
01:51
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I got a suicidal girlfriend
She always calls me up cryin'
Sounds like a cry for attention
Until one night she ends up dyin'
I got a suicidal girlfriend
They gotta keep her medicated
Ever since she was committed
It was the first time that we dated
I got a suicidal girlfriend
And I don't know what to do now
So I'll just hide the knives
Hide the knives
Hide the knives
Hide the knives
Hide the knives knives knives knives knives knives knives knives knives!
I got a suicidal girlfriend
She always calls me up cryin'
Sounds like a cry for attention
Until one night she ends up dyin'
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7. |
Whatserface
04:01
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gonna meet whatserface down at the bus stop
got her panties in my pocket
redhead straight bangs black tights flannel top it
got her panties in my pocket
with her headphones in, she moved to music
got her panties in my pocket
lit a cowboy killer with her old blue bic
got her panties in my pocket
skateboard down the strip to see Dave
got her panties in my pocket
her raison d'etre to misbehave
got her panties in my pocket
picked up chucks at the lower eastside
got her panties in my pocket
late night cat fight under a street light
got her panties in my pocket
cocaine sniffles can't hide her excesses
got her panties in my pocket
got a whole pharmacy inside a text message
got her panties in my pocket
switchblade bumps n cuts a nosebleed
got her panties in my pocket
cruise 'round drunk, car chase at low speed
got her panties in my pocket
loose change jangle against her pill bottles
got her panties in my pocket
mix prescriptions with shit that kills models
got her panties in my pocket
bootlicking lackeys that feed her flattery
got her panties in my pocket
cookie cutter rebels and prefab anarchy
got her panties in my pocket
gotta meet whatserface down at liquor store
got her panties in my pocket
junkyard flunkie looking for a bigger score
got her panties in my pocket
polaroid porn that lines her scrapbook
got her panties in my pocket
homegrown kush inside a backwoods
got her panties in my pocket
fucked half the party to spite her boyfriend
got her panties in my pocket
emptied her accounts, now she can't afford rent
got her panties in my pocket
teenage trash, blown out n road head
got her panties in my pocket
skipped town late without a note left
got her panties in my pocket
i got her panties in my pocket
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When I'm not drunk, then you're not pretty
Let's hitchhike out of the city
Bought some crank, my dealer missed me
Let's hitchhike out of the city
Too fucked up for feeling guilty
Let's hitchhike out of the city
Whores and weed and wine and whiskey
Let's hitchhike out of the city
Let's hitchhike out of the city
Let's hitchhike out of the city
Take the wheel I'm feeling dizzy
Let's hitchhike out of the city
You look sick and I feel shitty
Let's hitchhike out of the city
Wonder when these drugs'll kill me
Let's hitchhike out of the city
Can't get clean when life is filthy
Let's hitchhike out of the city
Let's hitchhike out of the city
Let's hitchhike out of the city!
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