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Out on the Street
01:55
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Here we are; here we are right now.
Here we are; here we are right now.
Here we go; gonna start right now.
We're going down to the bottom.
Got a bottle of chase; a bottle of gin.
Got a bottle of chase; a bottle of sin.
I don know where I've been
Because I'm out on the street again.
I'm so high; I'm so high-
The full moon is racing across the sky.
It's gonna dip right down and come around-
To light the night again.
I 'm so high; I'm so high-
The full moon is racing across the sky,
And one of these days I feel like.
I'm fixing to die.
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If I don't die, here's what I think.
I'm gonna call up my brother and have me a drink.
Then we'll stink when we drink,
And we'll stink when we drink-
And will both end up together in the clink.
In the clink, that's exactly what I think-
What I think, and what I believe in.
Because he taught me how to drink;
He taught me how to drink;
He taught me how to drink--how to kill what I think-
How to kill; how to kill everything that I believe in
He's a war pig; he's an earwig
He's a war pig and I don't want him no more
Don't come around; don't come around
My backdoor!
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I only saw him one lonely time.
The strangest thing is he was sublime
He had the weirdest, awful complexion
He had the ugliest, nasty infection.
I don't know why I'm here.
I don't know why or where to steer.
I'm gonna crash; I'm gonna die.
I'm gonna fall right out of the sky.
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We are the sons of Bert.
All our past is below the dirt-
Below the roots that grew the days-
Corruption that set our ways.
Nobody ever set us straight-
Come the season to sprout up late.
Now we're sprouting into fate-
Germinating at a slower rate.
Because we found out'
Ashes never dissipate.
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5. |
Still Water
06:15
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I'm real high in the air right now.
If I wanted to jump in, I could fall-
I could jump into this lake so blue.
I could be dead if I wanted to-
In the still water; falling in the still water.
No ripples reach back to the surface-
In the still water.
It's rising up to my hips.
It's rising up to my lips.
The still water is now is in my lips.
The still water...
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Here we are; here we are right now.
Here we are; here we are right now.
Here we go; gonna start right now.
We're going down to the bottom.
Got a bottle of chase; a bottle of gin.
Got a bottle of chase; a bottle of sin.
I don know where I've been
Because I'm out on the street again.
I'm so high; I'm so high-
The full moon is racing across the sky.
It's gonna dip right down and come around-
To light the night again.
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7. |
Suicide Theme
01:17
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Instrumental--highlighting Diane on electric violin.
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8. |
Suicide Blues
03:35
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Some people think suicide is bad, and I don't know why.
Some people think suicide is bad, and I don't know why.
Some people are selfish; you have to be sly-
Because some people think suicide is bad, and I don't know why.
I thought about it once--seemed like too much trouble.
I thought about it again, and I drank on the double.
I thought about it a third time, and it started to make sense.
I couldn't believe that I was riding the fence.
Some people think suicide is bad, and I don't know why.
Some people think suicide is bad, and I don't know why.
Some people are selfish; you have to be sly-
Some people think suicide is bad, and I don't know why.
I thought about a fourth time, and I bought me a rope.
I had another drink, and I gave up all hope.
I passed out before I could do myself in,
And couldn't believe what bad shape I was in.
Some people think suicide is bad, and I don't know why.
Some people think suicide is bad, and I don't know why.
Some people are selfish; you have to be sly-
Some people think suicide is bad, and I don't know why.
Because if you should die, someone would cry?
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9. |
Choose Your Poison
02:41
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Instrumental--highlighting Calvin on bass guitar.
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10. |
Revenge Never Stops
04:18
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Like a burned out buzzard in the bleached sun,
Old Carl came out of the back alley with a cigarette-
His bald head and goiter--standing four foot two-
Wearing a wife beater and a used pair of shoes.
He leaned against a lamppost on the street corner.
It was only half past ten:
He thought of tossed coins against Rupert Ross-
Gambling until he lost.
"Too bad the chicken didn't lay the egg tonight." he whispered,
"Tonight's as good as any to die in these suicide blues."
Just then Scary Sherry came up to him brandishing a knife.
"I don't like the way you treat your wife," she said.
"C'est la vie," Carl replied in French as she struck him.
The knife ran deep; he swooned.
He held the lamppost with both hands-
As his bitter wine blood ran into the gutter,
And he said these words with a final shudder;
Revenge never stops.
Revenge never stops.
REVENGE NEVER STOPS!
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11. |
Ballad of Rupert Ross
03:36
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He was too cool for his mirror-
Made it icy, made it crack.
He piled all his good intentions-
Into one colossal stack.
Rupert Ross: He's dead now-
Pave this road to hell!
He never owned an auto-
Always made the world come to him-
Sitting on a golden throne,
Eating grapes and sipping gin.
Rupert Ross: He's dead now-
Pave this road to hell!
He was too full of himself-
Walking all alone at night-
Dusted up and liquored down,
He didn't have a clue in sight.
Rupert Ross: He's dead now-
Pave this road to hell!
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12. |
Can't take it Back
02:37
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I didn't want to do it.
I didn't want to do it;
But it's done now; its done now,
And I can't take it back.
I can't take it back.
I'm tired of living.
I'm tied of crying
I'm tired of acting the way I do.
It's gone; it's all gone,
And I can't take it back.
I can't take it back...
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13. |
Kill the President
04:08
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I don't care who it is-
I wanna kill the president.
I don't care where he lives-
I wanna kill the president.
If he's the leader of a college-
Of the leader a the state,
I wanna kill the president,
And I'm not gonna wait.
Nothing's gonna stop me-
Because I know what to do.
I have my wife's dress-
And my special pistol too.
I'll put the gun up to his head,
And I'll shoot right through.
History books will say-
I had heroic intent.
I wore my wife's wedding dress-
To kill the president (bang, bang).
Just one last thing I'll do-
Before I'm finally done.
I have one last use-
For my precious little gun.
I'll put a bullet through my head,
And I'll make it gory.
Before the final trigger springs,
I want to say I'm sorry (ha, ha).
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14. |
Thinking about Drinking
00:56
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15. |
Time the Black Ship
05:02
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Time sails forth like a black ship into the mist.
Time sails forth--your life will not be missed.
Time sails forth like a crow into the sky.
Time sails forth until the day you die.
Time sails forth like a kite into the wind.
Tim sails forth- you can never reel it in.
TIME SAILS FORTH LIKE A BLACK SHIP INTO THE MIST.
TIME SAILS FORTH--YOUR LIFE WILL NOT BE MISSED!
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16. |
Broken Shadows
01:13
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Broken shadows like broken dreams-
Nails and teeth slash window screens.
Wisdom gained but hope is lost-
Like good intentions of Rupert Ross.
He's dead now.
Pave this road to hell...
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