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Dead President Blues
02:41
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She laugh at the hanging. Catch herself with a rope.
Her telephone rang while shaking hands with the pope.
What have we here? Nothing but fear.
She pick at my eyes then tell me the new price of my tears.
She adores how the moon changes the shore.
They gonna kill that woman before she walks out the door.
Ambasador standing by the Cheslea hotel.
Awaiting the landing of her jet plane from hell.
Where could she be? Not in D.C.
She fill up her tank with my blood and then she charge it to me.
Feeling sore. I can't stand it anymore.
They gonna kill that woman before she walks out the door.
The people they greet her as she lands in her nest.
But she gets a fever just like all the rest.
Oh have you heard? Not one word.
While shooting her gun to the sun she hit the wings of my bird.
Oh my lord. What truly lies inside her core?
No need to kill that woman. She'll do it herself when she's bored.
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Chain Gang at 13 O'Clock
02:45
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No More. My Lord.
Dust on the bible. Got some ash right by the cross.
Love from the rival. I've been cut from my own loss.
Been the fool of revival. Had deceit in every bruise.
Had each buried disciple tie their brother's own noose.
Blood on the highway paved by Cinderella in heels.
Stab me as I lay cause it hurts so good to feel.
On these wounded knees that I pray, I see God can't save me now.
Without my legs on this fine day I can't breathe I can only bow.
No way to have her, the way that she's got me.
The tempted red platter by the naked apple tree.
Fell from a ladder that I climbed by any means.
Girl I feel so battered when you feed me gasoline.
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3. |
Things Have Changed
04:41
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A worried man with a worried mind
No one in front of me and nothing behind
There’s a woman on my lap and she’s drinking champagne
Got white skin, got assassin’s eyes
I’m looking up into the south Argentina skies
I’m well dressed, waiting on the last train
Standing on the gallows with my head in a noose
Any minute now I’m expecting all hell to break loose
People are crazy and times are strange
I’m locked in tight, I’m out of range
I used to care, but things have changed
This place ain’t doing me any good
I’m in the wrong town, I should out there in Bonnaroo
Just for a second there I thought I saw something move
Gonna take dancing lessons, do the jitterbug rag
Ain’t no shortcuts, gonna dress in drag
Only a fool in here would think he’s got something to prove
Lot of water under the bridge, lot of other stuff too
Don’t get up gentlemen, I’m only passing through
People are crazy and times are strange
I’m locked in tight, I’m out of range
I used to care, but things have changed
I’ve been walking forty miles of bad road
If the Bible is right, the world will explode
I’ve been trying to get as far away from myself as I can
Some things are too hot to touch
The human mind can only stand so much
You can’t win with a losing hand
Feel like falling in love with the first woman I meet
Putting her in a wheelbarrow and wheeling her down the street
People are crazy and times are strange
I’m locked in tight, I’m out of range
I used to care, but things have changed
I hurt easy, I just don’t show it
You can hurt someone and not even know it
The next sixty seconds could be like an eternity
Gonna get low down, gonna fly high
All the truth in the world adds up to one big lie
I’m in love with a woman who don’t even appeal to me
Mr. Jinx and Miss Lucy, they jumped in the lake
I’m not that eager to make a mistake
People are crazy and times are strange
I’m locked in tight, I’m out of range
I used to care, but things have changed.
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4. |
My Disease
03:43
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I'm feeling cold. I'm dreading my home
I've taken a stab at my fortune
How the road once open below
I'm feeling so sore from your loving torture
Here in bed, I'm losing my head
God knows the evil you've shown
Looking red, the Devil she said :
"I know how you dread, that you'll die alone"
The very day, when she came to bay
I lost all my senses believing
In every way, I wish she could stay
But I ran astray, with all my decieving
I'm feeling cold, still thrown out and I'm sold
My shelter burned down by your rain
There she goes, breaking my every bone
I'm paying my toll with this undying pain
The summer wind be blowing
The chains I'm going to break from
Woman please, leave me to be
You're a disease. It's so easy to see.
My worried head has my eyes burning red.
The tears have gone dry on my shoulder
A woman wed, here's my heart feeling dead
There's a burden ahead and its about to get colder.
"It could be worse". Said the bees to the birds
"You always find someone to blame"
"Call the hearse" Doctor said to the Nurse
I'm dying of thirst, with this damn crying shame
My poisoned blood's now draining
The moonlight fading from your eyes
Can I please leave you to be?
You're my disease. I need my own winter breeze.
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5. |
Pawn Shop
04:35
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God to a non believer
Praying fool lay your nose in ether
"Man I pay your bills. Why you spend it popping pills?"
From your core, growing ill
Pawn Shop Sovereign Nation
Naming your price for the burning station
If you look within the trash,well I bet you´ll find some cash
Hide the rash, and lock the stash
She´s picked your bones more than twice.Mrs.Penguin sure don´t play nice
The people stand on the line, and watch for vultures to fly
"I got (D´) a lot (o) on my mind" Said Copper Sam to the Butcher Joe
"Did you hear she turned out to be playing a joke?"
"You mean when she said that he died, and that she cried hardly so?"
"No, not Nestor!" said I, but when the vultures flew home
She had a face that lacked rest, battered from fighting the press
Who play their own wicked game, spitting up any chain
That leaves Cristina even less sane.
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6. |
High Water Everywhere
05:15
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Hard time here and everywhere you go
Times is harder than ever been before
And the people are driftin' from door to door
Can't find no heaven, I don't care where they go
Well, you hear me singin' my lonesome song
These hard times can last us so very long
If I ever get off this killin' floor
I'll never get down this low no more
And you say you had money, you better be sure
'Cause these hard times will drive you from door to door
Sing this song and I ain't gonna sing no more
Sing this song and I ain't gonna sing no more
These hard times will drive you from door to door
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