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Keep it down, for christ's sake it's getting old
I'm getting older than my parents ever budgeted for
I carved a promise into the back of my eyes, and it reads something like:
"I'll take a hammer to the fourth wall, I'll find a job and then a girl
and buy a trip around the world, or maybe ten or maybe buy nothing at all."
And she said,
"Give up and let it go, for god's sake it tastes like 'I told you so'.
What the fuck'd you expect in return for nothing?
You'll be the first to know, so pardon your armies, enjoy the show.
What the fuck'd you expect in return for nothing?"
Yeah I see what they say, slam another back and then it all falls away.
See all I seem to do is run away for fuck's sake, would you believe me if I said that all I want to be is anything, everything I could ever think to be?
No, hypothetically all of the possibilities could never seem to satisfy
at least not in my waking life see honestly I'd probably just rather be in dreams where
I'll take a hammer to the fourth wall, I'll find a job and then a girl
and buy a trip around the world, or maybe ten or maybe buy nothing at all.
And she said,
"Give up and let it go, for god's sake it tastes like 'I told you so',
what the fuck'd you expect in return for nothing?
You'll be the first to know, so pardon your armies, enjoy the show.
What the fuck'd you expect in return for nothing?"
Slipping into a simple civilian position half the time I can't decide between expression and just ammunition, staying up to date with all the bullshit each and every single day but I will never say,
"It's a little much for you to keep me on a chain, however you spin it comes across the same way."
Cut the shit when you go to designate the blame, 'cause in accordance with my recollection you ain't a motherfucking saint.
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King + Queen
03:11
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Be a doll and catch me up, how you been these past six months?
Hell, I'll go first, if you haven't already figured out as much:
I'm finding out it's kind of tough, to keep you close enough to touch,
to keep my motherfucking tongue, to keep it from those
one, two, three, four, one, two, three
destructive little words, use your imagination, fill the blanks
as if I'll learn
'Cause I'm young and I'm made of fuckin' dynamite and I spend
nights up dreaming up ways to get your
pretty redhead ass in between the sheets with me
but I could never seem to
satisfy, any of your needs
Give me a break and while you're at it drop the habit you've got
of telling yourself, that it'll be just fine
'cause we'd be fucking cute, and I'd bet you know it too
'Cause I'm young and I'm made of fuckin' dynamite and I spend
nights up dreaming up ways to get your
pretty redhead ass in between the sheets with me
but I could never seem to
satisfy, any of your needs
Ain't that just what anybody needs?
This right here'd be good enough for me
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Bloodhound for Oblivion
03:59
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Carcinogens feed at the back of my mind and engender my concept of time
Valedictorian, class of two-thousand forever, have you ever,
seen a face so ripe for a sedentary lifestyle?
Look, I'm fucking terrified this song is gonna suck,
like in a couple hundred years that nobody I know will be around to give a
dollar or a dime or just a second of their time to look me in the eyes and say, "Hey, I won't remember you for anything you were
save the shit you said, the shit you did, or maybe what you were.
I won't remember you for anything at all."
Look, we started right down at the bottom and now no one knows just where we are or what the hell we're doing here or how we ever got so far from
home base I'm hoping my travels aren't evidenced by my face,
a testament to my position in the human race.
I've been from the ATL to hell and back, from Hellen Keller Style tracks, to symphonies, just for the fun of it, just to distract
my eyelids from ever opening up and looking around and saying,
"Holy shit, everyone I've ever known has gone and packed
up and up and flown away to better times and farther places"
after all that all I've got are good graces, face it,
a phone book full of pretty faces,
and all they, all they ever got to say is:
"I won't remember you for anything you were
save the shit you said, the shit you did, or maybe what you were.
I won't remember you for anything at all."
So take your solace in your collar and your scene, find a better name to call it, maybe chronic vascular disease.
Arms up, and open wide for all the stars to see
don't ask what I can do for you ask, "What the hell can you provide for me?"
Carcinogens feed at the back of my mind and engender my concept of time
Valedictorian, class of two-thousand forever, have you ever,
seen a face so ripe for a sedentary lifestyle?
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