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Ecce Homo
01:37
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Guess you can’t trust anyone no more / omniscient fathers / humble whores
But hey you know I loved you / Most of all / And you told the other boys / We never spoke
Stick your hand in my wound / It’s totally cool / It hurts to be different / I guess / Resurrection is for fools
Don’t ask me about my time away, it was hell / went through some heavy shit / missed you loads
Now Dad’s making me move home again / Don’t wanna lose this body / lose these temptations
Stick your hand in my wound / It’s totally cool / it hurts to be different / I guess / Resurrection is for fools / And purity is far from truth
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Cecilia Stahr
02:28
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Cecilia Stahr / Hangs alone at the back bar / She drinks em down, down, down / But’s never paid for one
Eyes that sing / serenade discarded boys and girls / She spins em round, round, round / Guess dizziness is love
You think she’s got problems / You think you’re gonna solve them / You think she’s got problems / You think she wants to solve them
Cecilia Stahr / Quotes Camus to empty barstools / Hell is passing time, time, time / But Hell’s Time pure heaven
Ask her to dance / She might take you to the bathroom / Fool-around in a stall, stall, stall / just a little, and then send you home
You think she’s got problems / You think you’re gonna solve them/ You think she’s got problems / You think she wants to solve them
You can’t save / what you can’t catch
You can’t cure / a break so perfect
She’s just so perfect
As she’s about to crash
Look out she’s gonna crash
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Pickup on 95th Street
03:12
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Hanging on the street it’s Saturday night / Fake lashes, pink wig, yeah you feel alright
All the boys dream of becoming queens / Cause the Queens of Queens they rule the scene
Five-O’s cruising for their own kinda action tonight / Bored with the Blacks and Mexicans they frisk all the time
They figure makeup on a man makes for a whore in the bed / Don’t matter if they ever see money change hands
So pass those drugs to your whitest friend / the one who deals anyway just to pay for college / or that straight looking guy in his suit and tie / who happens to turn tricks for investment tips
They can cop a feel, but they’ll never make us squeal
Wasting away in a holding cell. You’re losing your mind / No one’s got the cash to bail you out this time / Just another instance of getting dicked / by the police and not for kicks
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4. |
Petty Theft
02:58
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Verse 1
She lives underneath the expressway In a studio that floods when she showers at night
Before sunrise, she heads to midtown Manhattan / where she opens a cafe / working morning, noon till night
She knows / working with friends is priceless, but serving the entitled is painful / painful
Especially when, she don’t make enough to keep warm / keep warm
Watch out cause someday, She’ll take what she needs (and you’ll get what you deserve)
Although the cafe / steals all of her time / some of her dignity / her quality of life
Her spirit is locked away safely / worth more than the millions they suffer to hide
She knows / it’ll take years to break free / but one day she’ll fight back up on to her feet / they’ll see
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Valentina
02:38
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Oh so absurd
So cruel so cold
You break your back just to tease out a little smile
And promise eternal devotion for a place to hide
When you were a kid the world
Seemed so perfect so simple
Someone probably told you your love meant the world
But don’t overestimate the value of your heart
Dry your eyes
No one cares if you cry
And there’s no one left to cling to but I can take you home
All your loves tend to forget
They vowed they’d fall apart, if you ever left
Seems so real every time
Then they outrun all those tears you cry
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Salvage
03:14
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I know you don’t need me no more / Guess I wouldn’t have to stay with you / Words aren’t hurting like they’re supposed to / better to end it before we’re completely bored
I don’t mind a fight / better than being alone
I don’t mind a fight / especially if you come alive
Don’t go home tonight / it may seem wrong but might feel right
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Enduring Chill
04:20
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We know it always ends / with the arctic wreckage of a lonely bed / still there’s something beating inside / something burning we can’t deny / the emptiness expands / come closer, take my hand
Nothing’s gonna happen / but even if it did I wouldn’t feel a thing / Nothing’s gonna happen / but even if it did you wouldn’t feel a thing / so come on and kiss me / come on and kiss me / I won’t feel a thing / nothing’s gonna happen / but even if it did you wouldn’t feel a thing
Still we come here every night / deaf and dumb, nearly blind / expecting nothing / receiving less / just an awkard smile / an empty caress / still there’s something close to hope / smoldering in us both
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Grande Monuments
02:22
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If I make a pact with the demons of my heart / Will I forfeit true happiness and throw away live love / Doctor Faustus wanted Knowledge all I wants someone to hold / something real to fill the empty hours that fall behind my door.
Won’t you meet me on the corner by the monument store
But don’t dwell too long on all those unmarked stones
For our end will surely come / As all love must take it’s toll
By the time you’ve paid off the engraving / there’s a new
name to chisel on the stone.
I don’t mean to be a downer as you’re here to have fun / and I see it’s closing time so you’re looking to pair off / I just want you to know I walk the darkest alleys alone in the hopes that I’m attacked and buried low beneath the black
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Management Material
03:39
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Fighting big coal / medical boards, collapsing roads
Your true words were truly heard
But Crips, cartels / spooks and blow, god I don’t know
Keep your job, let it go
It kills to be defiant / it pays to be compliant
Might have heard / that ice-queen bitch, she sued the firm
All I wanted was some head
Don’t tell a soul / make full partner, take her roll
Or I find those Oxy’s in your drawer
It kills to be defiant / it pays to be compliant
Father says you’ve got a bad reputation
Ignore the facts / ignore His innocent victims
Father says you’ve got a bad reputation
Father says and what Father says GOOOOOOES
It kills to be defiant / it pays to be compliant
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Defeatism!
03:28
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She asks if he’s lost / he’s back at her door that’s proof enough
So cold and lonesome / she leads him to bed no need to talk
She don’t cum / unless she’s with someone she feels she loves
He don’t notice / he’s just trying to keep it up
Why not catch up on your reading / find some drug, distract the body’s greed
The heart hungers more when it’s feeding
It won’t let go / so you can’t say no
Deny the weak / deny the strong / deny yourself
Fa la-la-la-la / deny yourself deny
(Last time) deny the weak / deny the strong / deny yourself / deny us all / deny, deny, deny
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