1. |
THE PLAN
04:07
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Well hey mr government man,
I'm doing the best I can,
To fit with your righteous plan,
But you've got the upper fucking hand.
Nothing is where I'm from,
And my lot was dispersed wrong,
Still I try to sing along,
Paying taxes, holding hands.
So I ask when does this fucking end?
And you reply "when you're dead my friend",
Yeah this is nature's end,
So how did this become the plan?
Hey brother,
You've got the upper fucking hand,
Sister,
You've got the upper fucking hand,
Oh man,
You've got the upper fucking hand,
Must I?
You bet your motherfucking ass.
Well hey mr everyday man,
At peace and onboard with the plan,
Knowing not for what you stand,
You don't have the upper hand.
So sold on the game you're playing,
But you weren't asked or given a say and,
I think you're on fire inside and,
Chugging antacids and bourbon.
I feel like I'm taking crazy pills,
And washing it down with alcoholic swill,
All the while losing my will,
I just can't seem to love the plan.
All hail the plan,
All hail the plan yeah.
Just shut your mouth,
And raise your hands oh yeah.
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2. |
YES!
02:45
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I'll be coming up your way,
'Cause you've been fucking up my day.
And I'll wait for you,
'Cause you're a god damn son of a bitch.
Hey, I've been waiting so long,
'Cause you're a god damn son of a bitch.
Hey, I've been waiting so long,
'Cause you're a god damn son of a bitch.
It's time to get this out the way,
'Cause you think,
That you're entitled to a say,
On my day.
Fuck you,
You're a god damn son of a bitch.
And I waited,
I waited all along.
All along.
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3. |
GET BENT
04:29
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Hey,
I see you eyeing me today,
I see your mind ticking away.
So what's the problem today?
I ain't no saint,
But when the fuck were you ordained?
'Cause I ain't proud of everything,
But I'll look it in the face.
Get Bent.
Hey,
With every minute, every day,
Your list is growing, it inflates,
What did we do wrong today?
I ain't no saint,
But when the fuck were you ordained?
'Cause I ain't proud of everything,
But I'll look it in the face.
Get Bent
And I don't mind,
I don't mind,
'Cause you lie.
And I don't mind,
I don't mind,
'Cause you're a lie.
Hey,
I see you pointing right at me,
I see you looking right at me,
But your reflection's dirty.
Get Bent.
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4. |
STATUES
04:13
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A cold wind, has taken over,
Frozen, a chilling sober of sorts,
Tracing, caressing me.
A cold blank stare, an aggressive smile,
An inability, to hang what's mine on you,
Because you know it's true.
How long could it take to be a man?
How long could it take to understand?
And how could there be purpose to anything?
Could this be something that's even inside of me?
And nowhere, could take this over,
This woven, imposing nowhere of thought.
The place I'm most likely to be.
With my cold blank stare and my aggressive smile,
An inability, to hang what's mine on you,
And I know that you know it's true.
How long could it take to be a man?
How long could it take to understand?
And how could there be purpose to anything?
Could this be something that's even inside of me?
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5. |
HONEY ON THE RAZOR
04:03
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Ghost Audio QLD, Australia
A song is a haunting. Allow us to be your bump in the night.
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