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Freeloader
04:08
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Oh mister melancholy, if I find you in the middle of the crowd,
Should I sigh you?
Scene 2
If I find you in the corner of the room will I see you,
with your hands tied
behind your back?
Tell this man in the monstrosity of the world that he knows everything.
He knows everything, he knows everything, he knows.
He didn't have a very good year.
Being blindfolded in the downpour of the rain holding,
Fire in his hands with blood running down his fingers.
He's a dog, a bastard hound.
Barking at the moon,
Waitng for an answer.
Freeloader!
Freeloader!
It's not your fault! It's not your fault! No eyes, no spilled salt.
Tell me something I don't know.
You're distraught. You've been kicked around a lot.
Oh, keep putting on your show.
Treading on this ride of lavish, cunning in your ties of madness.
Roll and roll the edges of my spite,
Tiptoe that line, tiptoe that line.
Exacerbation, your makeshift
back, back, backbone.
Freeloader!
Freeloader!
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2. |
Troublesome Thumb
04:52
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Wanna go to hell?
Where the grass is green and
the water is clean.
Or head over to flint.
Where the devil has lived
for a couple years.
Don't say I didn't warn you.
It's not all smitten in the mitten.
No Mackinac don't carry no Cadillacs.
Jackson, Franklin, Adrian, too many children.
Its’ Yuppers vs trolls,
We live in the eye of this storm.
But there's so much more.
Here's a place you could go.
Drive to the hub of the thumb.
A place where the wild will roam.
Oh what a place, what a place.
With plenty of snow.
Have you ever been to
Bad Axe Michigan.
Well I'd rather go to hell, Detroit, and back again.
Beware of the Troublesome, troublesome, troublesome, troublesome, troublesome thumb.
Next destination is back
down south to the palm.
Celebrate Halloween over in Christmas.
Then go down to,
Paradise where the weather is a bit frigid so we finish off in the village of Climax.
A state famous for the unemployment rates.
We're home to the Great Lakes.
Where Haven is counted twice
and even we have our own Beverly Hills.
But up in the thumb it's a quiet place,
Where there are plenty of widowed women.
Where did the men go? (x4)
It's a mystery of tragedy and agony.
Have you ever been to
Bad Axe Michigan.
Well I'd rather go to hell, Detroit, and back again.
Beware of the Troublesome, troublesome, troublesome, troublesome, troublesome thumb.
Next destination is back
down south to the palm.
Let’s all go
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3. |
Believe Me, Martha
03:10
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Yeah I remember
When it was grand,
But when I look back, it's back on failed plans
Oh yes I've wondered,
It's crossed my mind
But if I ran back, I'd be running back in time
Oh believe me, Martha!
Because it's true.
You're a great gal, but I wasn't great with you.
Oh believe me! (oh believe me)
I'm not that kid anymore
Please believe me (oh believe me)
I'm trying not to keep score
Martha, believe me! (oh believe me)
It's not been easy, but I wish you all the best.
But mostly wish my head could come to rest.
I miss the Winters,
But not the Springs,
If I went back, I'd lose too many things
I miss the people,
But not myself,
If I went back, I'd lose my mental health
Oh believe me, Martha!
Because it's true.
You're a great gal, but I wasn't great with you.
Oh believe me! (oh believe me)
I'm not that kid, anymore
Please believe me (oh believe me)
I'm trying not to keep score
Martha, believe me! (oh believe me)
It's not been easy, but I wish you all the best.
But mostly wish my head could come to rest.
Oh believe me, Martha!
Because it's true.
One day I'll write a song not about you.
But you're still a great gal (and I wish you all the best)
Yeah you're still a great gal (and I wish you all the best)
Oh please believe me, 'cause it's true
Oh Martha...
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4. |
(It's Not) Insane
03:02
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Well my brain is leaving
I'm leaving today
But do not worry,
because it's not insane
Well you seem afraid
But there is no need
For your uncertainty
Because it's not insane
It's not going insane
Well this may seem strange,
But it's just a phase
We can start tomorrow
Or even today
Let's wipe the slate clean
It's not going insane
It's not going insane
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5. |
She's Here To Stay
06:04
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Someone get me out of the gutter,
Miss Depression passed me by
She knew that I didn't know my right from wrong
and she knew how to lie
Took my weakness and pushed me down down down, down
I thought that I was done
The paranoia kept me from the inside out
Now I stray away from the sun
She's a thief at night,
So don't be around.
Cuz she's lookin' to kill.
I'm under her radar,
So don't please make a sound.
Cuz she's lookin' to kill.
She's a silent killer
Trying to take my heart away
She's the one they call heartbreaker
Man I hope she doesn't come my way.
She's here to stay
She's here to stay
Don't shoot me down just yet, I gotta to roll with the punishes
Cuz I know what it's like.
To be broken down, without a sound, feeling like you're gonna drown.
And at night you sleep alone.
How many times have you wanted it all to stop?
Well be careful with what you say.
Cuz I have fallen down into the ground.
So I know what's at stake.
She's a thief at night,
So don't be around.
Cuz she's lookin' to kill.
I'm under her radar,
So don't please make a sound.
Cuz she's lookin' to kill.
She's a silent killer
Trying to take my heart away
She's the one they call heartbreaker
Man I hope she doesn't come my way.
She's here to stay
She's here to stay
She's a silent killer
Trying to take my heart away
She's the one they call heartbreaker
Man I hope she doesn't come my way.
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6. |
White Woods
03:54
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Is this the White Woods?
I've not heard about it.
I wouldn't dare doubt this,
She wants magic, not the truth.
Could it be real?
Could it be all a lie?
I want what ought to be true!
Don't wise me up! I'm no fool.
Excuse me but,
Only mother calls me Harold.
Naked bulbs, brutal desire.
We're on fire.
If that's your measure of a man
Well I'm no Kowalski.
Things cannot go as planned
'Cause I'm trapped by Tennessee
Well I've seen the White Woods.
Is this half truth, or half an illusion?
Masqueraded by her charm.
Raise the curtain for the applause.
Tragically ended,
I'm condescended
Let me stand, let me stand.
There's a death here in the audience.
Cruelty is your guilt.
Blinded by filth.
I'd rather take with the canary.
Forget your sign!
If that's your measure of a man
Well I'm no Kowalski.
Things could not go as planned
'Cause I'm trapped by Tennessee
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7. |
1217
04:45
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Another night I'm pacing, sweat forms on my brow
It's getting in my eyes,and I can't see at all
Wishing that I could tell, when the panic goes
But who's to say it's ended, if it ever does?
It doesn't matter what we say
The sky still falls down, anyway.
Calmness
Fracas
A choice I can't make...
360 days have left, nothing good behind
I'm sick of watching paint,drying in my mind
Strap on running shoes unsure, if I'm ready yet
But keeping still is harder than I could expect!
It doesn't matter what we say
The snow still falls down, anyway.
Calmness
Fracas
A choice I have made...
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