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If you believe
Everything that you’ve been told
There’s nothing much to live for
Just waiting to get old
Too old to say what you mean
Too old to give a damn
Will you hear the train again
The whistle wrapped in fog
My hearts beating too fast
Can’t stay here for too long
The train’ll take me away
You can beg I’ll never stay
Ain’t it something, ain’t swell
I’m all alone, and its just as well
I’m homeward bound
I’m just waiting for a sound
Aint’ it something, ain’t it fine
Cus you were so wrong
And you ain’t on my mind
I’m just an animal
And I wasn’t born to please
Walkin slow, walking fast,
My feet don’t mind
Running fast running slow,
My body’s fine
But I can’t lie to you
Cus I can see through you
To your ribs & guts & teeth & brains
& bones & tongue & toes
I’m far from home
Suppose I’m just born to roam
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2. |
Dead to You
02:12
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Ran from home and joined the circus
All those freaks who couldn’t miss us
The tent caught fire and all the people died
They’d all been locked inside
I barely crawled out with a beast in tow
It started to rain, hitch hiked to Mexico
When they told you I was dead
When they told you I was dead
Ohhhhh it wasn’t true
I was only dead to you
Of the coast of Tampico
Took a steamer on to Rio
The captain took his life and all the sailors too
He’d been double crossed by gypsys on the ocean blue
A storm was brewing and the ship went down
Drifted on a raft and I was finally found
When they told you I was dead
When they told you I was dead
Ohhhhh it wasn’t true
I was only dead to you
Bought a gun became a hunter
Skinned rabbits bring the thunder
It was the coldest winter
Montana’s ever seen
Killed my horse to eat its meat
Lost three fingers but spring came sweet.
When they told you I was dead
When they told you I was dead
Ohhhhh it wasn’t true
I was only dead to you
Ohhhhh it wasn’t true
I was only dead to you
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3. |
666 (Demo Version)
02:17
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Took two bus one train one cab
Cus I got to get home
It ain’t the nicest place
But it’s the only one I’ve ever known
There’s no solution to our society
But grandpa’s on the porch, he’s serving me some tea.
666 the number of the beast
Been wandering long and hard
Momma’s cooking up quiet a feast
666 the number of the beast
I ain’t staying long
I drowned a priest
The night gets blacker now, and
The body was never found
The path to school with the big old elms
Was all cut down
We ain’t cryin
Oh, we ain’t cryin
Guess I told you so
Big long black cars, pick us up to take us down
Oh its empty quiet now, there ain’t a sound
We walk into church and the eaves are filled with crows
The rain starts pouring down,
momma’s dress as white as snow
I’ve casted quiet a spell and
Yeah its just as well
The Leaves all scatter now
Something wicked this ways coming down
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Sheep
03:13
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I know, your face, and its strange but true
And it’s, touched with grace, and I know that I
know you
it’s shimmering, this light all around you
its blinding, how can I find you
I wake alone, with something to
hide
This Life I’ve been dreaming of
Is only fantasy
Oh, It comes in fits of sleep
but its never enough
I keep waking up, the gears never stop
it seems I’m just twisting my sheets
and counting my sheep…
I’m counting my sheep….
I’m counting my….
You’ve walked with me, ghostly
hand in mine
I walked these streets, made up of
fog and sighs
I’m utterly, under this spell and I’m
out of strength, so I will surrender
and fall to sleep, in searching for wonders
you pose to me
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5. |
Fat Mannequin
02:55
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Aw girl
There's a wicked way about ya
Got more soul than a sock with a hole
You're waves are small but they rock my boat
Every great story has a shower scene
Out on my lawn I'll make you clean
Plastic Nose and a Rubber Spine
Plastic toes and you got a fine mind
But you ain't a stranger yet
Fat Mannequin, fat mannequin
Colors twisted and ain't it fine
I could be yours yeah, in a tight bind
Fat Mannequin, fat mannequin
Snaking softly and then I scream
I could be yours yeah, in a wet dream
Peach soft, flesh soft, peach soft, flesh soft
Peach soft, flesh soft,
Salty as a pork chop
one look at you, like an acid drop
You're a grin smeared sun, a palm hot gun
You ain't for everyone
You know I've read all about you
But you ain't a stranger yet
Fat Mannequin, fat mannequin
Colors twisted and ain't it fine
I could be yours yeah, in a tight bind
Fat Mannequin, fat mannequin
Snaking softly and then I scream
I could be yours yeah, in a wet dream
Fat Mannequin, fat mannequin
Colors twisted and ain't it fine
I could be yours yeah, in a tight bind
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