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Let me give you some advice
And it ain't gonna feel nice
Suck it up there buttercup
Crying never got you anywhere, no
Six foot, good looks
White of course
All of your problems are your fault
No one's ever gonna love you
With an attitude like that
Let me scratch a little deeper now
Maybe this'll get you off my back
Six foot, good looks
White of course
It's bitter to be reminded
of the happiness you'll never have
If you're happy and you know it
show of hands
If you're happy and you know it
show of hands
If you're happy and you know it
and i'm such a disappointment
then why don't you...
Six foot, good looks
White of course
All of your problems are your fault
It's bitter to be reminded
of the happiness you'll never have
It's bitter to be reminded
so bitter to be reminded
It's bitter to be reminded
of the happiness you'll never have
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2. |
Panic
04:06
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Panic and the fear of panic
Pain and the fear of pain
Every day’s an attack
Every day there’s something to gain
Pleasure and the thought of pleasure are the same
You got the tools but you lack the desire
You got the strength but no will to fight
Everyday’s a chance to retire
Everyday’s a finger to time
Pleasure and the thought of pleasure are the same
I don’t worry now
I wanna fail but I’m not a failure
I want faith but I don’t have faith
Everyone can spot a believer
But everyone delivers a fake
Pleasure and the thought of pleasure are the same
I don’t worry now
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3. |
Blemish
05:18
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The tape is rolling
the camera shooting
all eyes on you us three
you pretend to be someone else
and you ask me to lie for me
It’s all fun and happy smiles
with the tough questions brushed off with lies
we all shoot glances at each other
we all shoot glances at each other
wondering if they see our eyes
and I win
I’m a winner
I can never lose
I win
The sand is whiter than your skin
because the sunscreen stuck to your back
I wipe it off just like concealer
reveal the pimples on your back
You scream at me
now they see you
the glitch the flip switch
that you are
I sit back and sweetly smile
you’ll never get me
behind the bar
cuz I win
I’m a winner
Oh we got another winner here folks
I win
Move forward
not back
And up
There’s a right way to do this
and there’s a wrong way
Be a team player
there’s no “I” in team
that road to success
is paved with more success
you gotta get out and do it
there’s no second best
this is my time you’re taking
and you’re taking it up from me
Take this and strip it all away
And what do you get?
You’re just another horse that came first
Again, again, again
And what do you get?
You’re just another horse that came first
again, again
And then you go up
and up, and up, and up, and up, and up
and I win
I win
I win
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4. |
Give It Up
05:28
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It’s your club
You’re such a martyr for men
You must be smarter than them
You’re a man of the cloth
It’s your club
You’re such a martyr for men
You must be smarter than them
You’re a man of God
In you I trust
You’re such an honorable man
You’re like a father to them
Your body shows
It must be so hard
It must be so damn hard
You came for us all
And now the body knows
You can’t give it up
So you take what you can
Show it to the world
But the world cleans your hands
You can’t give it up
You go home
And you work hard
And they’ll find you
In the graveyard
It’s dumb luck
You’re just a part of the pack
But you’re smarter than that
Everybody knows
You can’t give it up
So you take what you can
Show it to the world
But the world cleans your hands
You can’t give it up
You can’t give it up
So you take what you can
You take what you can
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5. |
Brute Force
04:54
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I use brute force
To get what I want
I use these tools
To get what I want
Brain dead in the head
I get what I want
I was made for this
I get what I want
I use brute force
To get what I want
You’ll see in due course
I get what I want
You must be made in factory heaven
You must be perfect
You must seek perfection
My mother made me in factory daydream
I must be unkempt
I must be obscene
You must be made in factory heaven
You must be perfect
You must seek perfection
You must be made in factory heaven
You must be made in factory
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6. |
Labor Day
03:14
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I am jealous, but I don’t wanna be
Overzealous, but I don’t wanna be
Can you sell me?
Will it help me?
Please believe me, before I do
Nice to meet me, you oughta meet you
Are you healthy?
Will it help me?
Pain or pity, I have no enemy
Nice to be free, free of my memory
Will it kill me?
Will you tell me?
Enemy
I’ve got no enemy
It helps me
It hurts me
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7. |
Keys
04:50
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I can start any engine with these keys
found’em in the door of a 57 Chevy Bellaire
top down
fresh air
Drive to the edge of the field and wait
And take me away
And you find control
I can tear the roof off with my speed
don’t give a fuck just fly by nighttime
waiting
tail light
waning
Ain’t nobody here gonna mess with me
Cuz this belongs to me
And you find control
You find control
You find
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8. |
Dinner Theater
03:44
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Hey momma
Daddy didn't really care did he?
Steppin all around town
with whoever he likes
No, he never wanted you to come with him
Feels like we're livin’ separate lives
Momma and I got this little dance
I do it for her when she feels low
Real low
It only ever works for her half of the time
But you gotta try anyway cuz you never know
what's gonna bring her back
Ratatatata
Looks like we've got a little dinner theater here
And some new artwork for the walls
Love the sound that that dish made when it shattered to pieces
and the dinner on the wall
Momma don't like it when I do
Cartwheels in McDonalds
She says if I keep it up
I'm gonna get a slap
I only thought it'd bring a little smile
to her face
But you know with her
It's always a trap
It's a trap ain't it mamma?
Ratatatata
Oh goody look at this lunch you lovingly made for me
Frozen ham and mayo slapped all over the bread
I can taste the hate and depression in every bite
And it gave me freezer burn on my hands
I want you kids to forget you ever saw this
Only you know how bad you really feel
Looks like we've got a little dinner theater here
And some new artwork for the walls
Love the sound that that dish made when it shattered to pieces
and the dinner on the wall
On the wall
Hey mamma, why didn't you...
Hey mamma...
Why don't you clean up all those fucking dishes?
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9. |
One Way Out
05:26
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Take a breath and you’re out of the game
No one here will convince you to stay
The dreams you’ve been dragging around remember your name
The feelings you take to the ground remember your pain
Take a breath and you’re out of the game
Take a walk, might forget why you came
I’d rather see red than be bled, the rules are the same
The sporting life takes you for granted then gives you away
There’s only one way out
Art is just another sport
It’s fear you fear
You’re the wrong way ’round
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