1. |
All Alone
02:40
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All alone, I've been living alone
Next to the family that robbed your home
They dance around in your jewelry
Talk about all your fondest memories... yeah
Laying down in my underwear
On a filthy couch with no reason
To ever want to leave this place again
All alone, I've been living alone
Next to the family that robbed your home
While I'm stuck here chanting:
I paid the price
I pushed the limit
I had a dream
No one was in it
I paid the price
I pushed the limit
I had a dream
No one was in it
I paid the price
I pushed the limit
I had a dream
No one was in it
I paid the price
I pushed the limit
I had a dream
No one was in it
I told my dad to go to hell
For poisoning a nearby well
Lies I usually tell myself
Have kept me from screaming for help
I nailed shut all of the doors
The window barricaded by boards
Smashed the locks and broke the keys
Chained my legs so I can't flee
I paid the price
I pushed the limit
I had a dream
No one was in it
I paid the price
I pushed the limit
I had a dream
No one was in it
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2. |
Bury the Ratchet
02:45
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I'm so glad I met you
It's freezing cold outside,
The Fiesta's dead.
Let's light another cigarette
Feel the Love Buzz,
So kill.
Glowing skin turns red
And our lips our wet
Let's wipe the floor
With our regrets
Hey! Hey! Hey!
Bury the ratchet tonight!
Foggy windows,
Fogged up heads.
Time cuts and it peels,
Bleeding hearts
And bleeding heels.
Hey! Hey! Hey!
Bury the ratchet tonight.
Hey! Hey! Hey!
Bury the ratchet tonight.
I'm so glad I found you.
Snow is fallin' 'round
Your silhouette…
Let's wipe the floor with our regrets!
Hey! Hey! Hey!
Bury the ratchet tonight!
Hey! Hey! Hey!
Bury the ratchet tonight!
Hey! Hey! Hey!
Bury the ratchet tonight!
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3. |
Stand and Deliver
02:41
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When I woke up this morning
My mind all black and blue
Time to stand and deliver
Nothing left, nothing to lose
I go and bathe in the river
It's all dried out I still shiver
Caught my hand in a cave on the hill
Counting pennies from the till
Well I gave you my secrets
Under lock and key
But you took a sledge hammer
Smashed it open for the world to see
You're holding hands with your mother
Your only choice there's no other
Says you're standing when you're falling
Switches over when you calling
Judging flowers as they wither away
Leaving 'cause you won't ask to stay
Just stand and deliver hey, hey
Just stand
Just stand and deliver hey, hey
Just stand and deliver hey, hey
Just stand and deliver
Just stand and deliver hey, hey
Just stand and deliver
Just stand and deliver hey, hey
Just stand and deliver
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4. |
Cave (Blot Out the Sun)
05:04
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An open mind
But your hands are tied
Tonight's the night
We steal our freedom
So take a dive
And shield those sun-soaked eyes
'Cause the truth don't care
About your feelings
There's no need for you to speak
We're just tumbling dice in here!
Blot out the sun!!!
Blot out the sun!!!
Blot out the sun!!!
Blot out the sun, yeah!!!
Now's the time
We've come to free the mine
Knowledge is weak
And so are reasons
Is it truth that makes you bleed?
We're just tumbling dice in here.
Through the haze, it's you I seek
Is this laughing gas, my dear?
Blot out the sun!!!
Blot out the sun!!!
Blot out the sun!!!
Blot out the sun, yeah!!!
1-2-3 murder on the scene.
And there's nothing in between.
I swear, that's all I know!
This dream isn't what it seems.
Why is there a bullet in my teeth,
As my heart explodes?
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Minds Without A Face Oakland, California
WORKING STIFF DARK POP.
tommy - vox, guitar
kevin - bass, backing vox
mike - guitar
mikey - vox, drums
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