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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
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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
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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
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Bottles!Rocks!Fists!
03:35
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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
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Open the Wound
02:19
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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
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6. |
Throwing Rocks at Trains
02:10
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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
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7. |
Asphalt Gardens
01:24
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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
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Catching Out
02:49
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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
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Dying Young
03:08
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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
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Sleep
01:48
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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
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Long Gone
02:55
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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
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12. |
Genocide in Primetime
03:32
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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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