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Campfire Fairytales

by The Southside Choir Boys

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1.
You know your time is short You know the end is near Cold sweat runs down your face Your heart is full of fear You made a grave mistake You went down the wrong path Now you'll pay for your sins The Man's here for your ass Tick tock tick tock he's had enough Tick tock tick tock your time is up Tick tock tick tock it's time to die Tick tock tick tock now you know why Tick tock tick tock whoa oh Tick tock tick tock whoa oh He stands above the world Watching the hate below He will bring retribution The world has never known Justice will be brought With the world on all fours He will give his life In exchange for taking yours Tick tock tick tock he's had enough Tick tock tick tock your time is up Tick tock tick tock it's time to die Tick tock tick tock now you know why Tick tock tick tock whoa oh Tick tock tick tock whoa oh Sacrificial lamb Led to slaughter Through his sacrifice He has become immortal A modern Jesus Christ Dressed head to toe in black If you keep your wicked ways For you he will be back Tick tock tick tock he's had enough Tick tock tick tock your time is up Tick tock tick tock it's time to die Tick tock tick tock now you know why Tick tock tick tock whoa oh Tick tock tick tock whoa oh
2.
Gotta keep my hands busy or they'll make a noose And lately I don't have anything to lose Work away the flesh, work away the bone Work dawn to dusk hoping to atone I've got so many sins to work away Working off these sins every single day If my hands stop moving then my head will start Then it won't be long til I lose my heart Gotta bend over! (Bend over!) Or today will be my last The lord and the company own my ass No hope for future! (No future!) No time for the past It's the curse of the working class Got a hunch in my back, knees hurt when it rains Gotta a bottle of whiskey to numb the pain We were meant for more than slaving birth til death Believing that god says we are his blessed Gotta bend over! (Bend over!) Or today will be my last The lord and the company own my ass No hope for the future! (No future!) No time for the past It's the curse of the working class So pass me the shovel and pass me the flask I'll dig my own grave for the company brass I'll give my every breath, right down to the last Cause no one survives the curse of the working class
3.
I'd eat 400 hot dogs but that don't make any sense Put a gun in my mouth but that's a bit too intense We all find a way to go up in flames But everybody's playing, playing a game You can laugh about it, cry about it Or not even talk about it Even thought it's all the same I don't even care If you sit and fucking stare Cause it all ends anyway Dischord and despair come like lambs to the slaughter Who knew that this hell could get any hotter I should've seen it coming through that beautiful blue I guess I should've been there, been there for you You can laugh about it, cry about it Or not even talk about it Even thought it's all the same I don't even care If you sit and fucking stare Cause it all ends anyway You can laugh, you can cry You can live, you can die Cause I don't' give a shit anyway
4.
Bottles! Rocks! Fists! No progress from peace so let's try something new What else do they expect us to do? We walked the streets and carried our signs We faced water cannons at the pipeline Every attempt more futile than the last The time for talking has now passed From Ferguson to Charlottesville and up to DC Sherman's march will look like a tea party Armed with bottles, rocks and fists We'll take aim at true terrorists Armed with bottles, rocks and fists We'll take aim and we will not miss Fuck your inept, corrupt cops Fuck your bullshit bathroom laws Fuck your flag I'll kneel if I please But in the end you will be the one on your knees The real war is not on foreign land It's fought against every American While the media tries another distraction We will take action! Armed with bottles, rocks and fists We'll take aim at true terrorists Armed with bottles, rocks and fists We'll take aim and we will not miss We are prepared for war We'll take back our country Their reign will be no more Our people will be free They have more money They have more guns We have 325 million pissed off Americans Armed with bottles, rocks and fists We'll take aim at true terrorists Armed with bottles, rocks and fists We'll take aim and we will not miss
5.
I'm not the type to drown my sorrow Or to hope for a better tomorrow I try to take life one day at a time Even if reason doesn't fit the rhyme All of the anger and hate I see I see it reflected inside of me So I break these mirrors and try to hide I'll never let you see the monster inside I wake at night and can't stop screaming Only the words wash away the demons So I put pen to paper and say goodbye Cause one day these words will help me fly Panic attacks have become the norm Notebooks how I weather the storm Word after word into line after line Still look to the sky for a sign Looking for a reason to hold on hope I still only know one way to cope I bleed through this pen, drop after drop Knowing I'll die if I ever stop I wake at night and can't stop screaming Only the words wash away the demons So I put pen to paper and say goodbye Cause one day these words will help me fly Open the wound, let the blood flow Therapy, the only kind I know Knowing one day I'll be fully drained That's the day I'll go insane Open the wound, the blood is spilled Until every last page is filled When the last drop hits between the lines I can finally have some peace of mind I wake at night and can't stop screaming Only the words wash away the demons I put pen to paper and I say goodbye Cause one day these words will help me fly I wake at night and I can't stop screaming I wake at night and I can't stop screaming
6.
Everything is going to Hell You stood back while the bombs fell And joined in wars fought from home Every interaction is Thunderdome Unwilling to stay the course We abandon each other with no remorse The only solution is clear With a handful of rocks I'm outta here The whole world is going insane I'm just throwing rocks at trains Let the world go down the drain I'll just be throwing rocks at trains No shelter here, just broken bones Standing on the shore and casting stones No more walls, no space is safe You're spreading the fuel to burn this place Let it all burn to the ground When the flames rise I won't be around Cause I know when to hit the road Down to the tracks to soothe my soul The whole world is going insane I'm just throwing rocks at trains Let the world go down the drain I'll be throwing rocks at trains Cause I know when to walk away Tomorrow won't be a better day Let them all live in disarray I'll be throwing rocks at trains
7.
A mastodon of mistakes lead by poison and fear Of forgetting everything I’ve known Before my eyes turned from blue to blood-shot I learned everything about giving up I got drugs, I got fear, I got some way out of here I got love, I got hugs, and a chance to rise above It’s a pity, looking back at the days I decided to burn out and fade Sometimes it feels like everything has changed Even though nothing real has I got drugs, I got fear, I got some way out of here I got love, I got hugs, and a chance to rise above Asphalt gardens, take me away Asphalt gardens, you don’t know what you mean to me
8.
Catching Out 02:49
Not many men these days Can live the old free life With nothing but a pickle pack Riding suicide in the night Not playing songs to get paid Never turn down a home cooked meal Maybe get a quart of rye Or a couple rollies to get you through In my dreams I'm finally free Catching out with ol' Woody Phoenix to Boston and back again Ride these rails til the track ends There's folks you meet along the way Folks like you don't see no more Folks with naught but a prayer Never utter a negative word Folks who're used to getting by On prayers and love of kin Barely enough for theirselves Never hesitate to let you in In my dreams I'm finally free Catching out with ol' Woody Phoenix to Boston and back again Ride these rails til the track ends Just two men and two old guitars Living from car to car If John Law runs us out of town Don't worry we'll be back around
9.
Dying Young 03:08
I didn't wanna live forever No that's not for me I've never searched for buried treasure I want to set my mind free Eight beers deep night after tonight Strumming this beat up guitar Thought I'd have stepped in to the light But I'm just wishing on these stars I planned on dying young On borrowed time I'm going to have some fun I planned on dying young I'll lay down happy when the day is done Yeah the people all around me Make this ride to Hell alright One day they'll set me out to sea And keep my star burning bright I planned on dying young On borrowed time I'm going to have some fun I planned on dying young I'll lay down happy when the day is done I didn't wanna live forever That's not who I wanna be But I'll leave this world better Than it was before me So if I die tomorrow Don't you dare shed a tear No there's no room for sorrow Cause I'll always be right here I planned on dying young On borrowed time I'm going to have some fun I planned on dying young I'll lay down happy when the day is done
10.
Sleep 01:48
I dream about sleep I dream about nothing more I wake in the morning Just to close the door Oh my god I've forgotten how to sleep All of my waking nights Are spent in dreams How do you sleep When the voices follow you? How do you sleep When what they say is true? Oh my god I've forgotten how to sleep All of my waking nights Are spent in dreams
11.
Long Gone 02:55
This is not a hobby It's not a fucking game This is medication This is how I stay sane So I'm done feeling guilty And I won't apologize I'll never let you turn me Into something I despise I didn't listen but my friends were right Kept my eyes closed, couldn't see the light I've gone ten rounds now I'm throwing the fight I'll be long gone when you get home tonight The open road is calling As the pavement pulls me in I'll put this town behind me Let a new story begin Put fresh ink on the page And fresh rubber on the road Find some kind of happy ending For this old nomad soul I didn't listen but my friends were right Kept my eyes closed, couldn't see the light I've gone ten rounds now I'm throwing the fight I'll be long gone when you get home tonight I've had dreams and nightmares Not sure which I'm living now So next time I leave the stage Do I take a bullet or a bow? I won't hold back this smile I'll never put your costume on So don't wait up for me tonight Cause baby I'll be long gone
12.
Check your local listings Gotta set your DVR Can't miss the premiere Of syndicated civil war Broadcast on every channel See which angle serves you best Gather round your family Eat tv dinners with a side of death In every new tragedy There's profit to be made Death means business in the USA Black vs blue and the streets run red Til the road washes out ahead So we tune in for the live stream Together we drown the American Dream Shot by shot captured frame by frame Get shitty prizes when you play shitty games Clicks and ratings replace humankind And we watch the genocide in primetime In every new tragedy There's profit to be made Death means business in the USA You're first on the scene, last to help Viewers born from a glimpse of hell Projecting opposing distorted views In pursuit of securing ad revenue One man's red is another man's green When every traffic stop is a murder scene Only 1 percent of lives matter But next up is sports then on to weather Turn on, tune in, watch that stranger Turn on, tune in, kill your neighbor Turn on, tune in, there's fear to sell Turn on, tune in, kill yourself

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released December 1, 2017

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