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Pictureman
05:29
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You come and you go like a movie star,
One by one they shuffle on in,
A pretty little face is playing at the picture show
Oh but looks can deceive, yes they can now
They're comin' to get ya
Go go pictureman shoot to kill
Make that smile easy to see
There's one more tabloid rag sellin' at the marketplace
Oh but looks easy to me
They're comin' to get ya
They wanna make you, they wanna break you
They wanna put you down
They wanna make you, they wanna break you
They wanna push you around
They're comin' to get ya
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2. |
Secret Chambers
06:02
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In secret chambers they will meet
Their silver tongues are wagging from the heat
There's no more sitting it's time to stand
Cause heaven's angels are at our command
When they plot and when they plan
They lead their people to the broken down dam
We will stand tall, we will stand tall, we will stand tall.
They blow their trumpets and they blow their horn
Made of gold, their death will be born
If you listen very close
You can hear the screams of all the murdered ghosts
When they plot and when they plan
They lead their people to the broken down dam
We will stand tall, we will stand tall, we will stand tall.
I want you to know
They don't have a soul
They will fight you (4x)
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3. |
Hole In Your Head
05:56
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One thing leads to the other and the story’s begun
It’s how the west was won, the reason you own a gun
Think your next door neighbor’s got it out for you
Well yes it’s true they do, they’re all jealous of you
If that ringing in your ears, aint gone by now
You won’t ever shake it, no way no how
Shades drawn, gates locked everbody one by one
And you can see how they run, into the setting sun
Still convinced that the sky is gonna fall on you
And yes it’s always true, there’s much more grey than blue
If that ringing in your ears, aint gone by now
You won’t ever stop it, no way no how
There’s a hole in your head, where the wind comes in
And if you don’t get used to it you’re gonna spin
There’s a hole in your head where the colors fade
And if you don’t wake up it’s gonna rain on your parade
If that ringing in your ears, aint gone by now
You won’t ever stop it, no way no how
There’s a hole in your head, where the wind comes in
And if you don’t get used to it you’re gonna spin
There’s a hole in your head where the colors fade
And if you don’t wake up it’s gonna rain on your parade
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4. |
Creeping Shadows
05:17
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Sometimes I get scared of my own shadows creepin, crawlin and peepin
I can feel it feel it the movement, it's getting away now, getting away now
What do you do when tunnel vision blinds you and binds you, tears your soul in two
I can feel it feel it the movement, it's getting away now, getting away now
I just wanna talk, oh I just wanna talk, I just wanna talk to you
Mirror mirror what do you see, what should I do who should I be
I can feel it feel it the movement, it's getting away now, getting away now
I just wanna talk, oh I just wanna talk, I just wanna talk to you
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5. |
Recluse
05:07
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Recluse won't go out tonight
Recluse will stay in instead
Always felt afraid to move
Hearing all the words that they said
You need to get out, speak clearly, you shout, pleading
What's all the fuss about, what's all the fuss about, what's all the fuss about
Everyone you talk to is no one
Buying all the booze a bar can sell
Swimming in an endless sea of nothing
Settle for american hell
You need to get out, speak clearly, you shout, pleading
Tied the tourniquet off, to stop the bleeding
You're on bended need, screaming
If you ask anybody they'll tell you what you wanna hear
Put the letters the words sound it out and make it loud and clear
And if you think you know me, then you better know yourself
You better know yourself
What's all the fuss about
Recluse gonna get out
What's all the fuss about, what's all the fuss about, what's all the fuss about
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6. |
Sticks and Stones
04:11
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You can run, you can hide, but you won't stop playin
It's too late for you to cry, it won't keep the black from your eye
It's a big right hand, to your face my friend
Knocks you down to the ground once again
Sticks and stones will break your bones, you won't stop bleeding
Words can play, a trick or two, won't stop swingin at you
It's a big right hand, to your face my friend
Knocks you down to the ground once again
No more tomorrow, no no more (4x)
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The Outlaw
04:14
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Bounty out across the land, journey filled with sinking sand
They all agree that they'll find this man and the man is me
After three days of hittin the bottle, shot a man robbed a bank on my way to New Orleans
Yeah well I'm gonna keep on runnin, gonna keep on runnin, gonna keep on runnin till the sun catch up to me
Bang bang, he's got a loaded gun
Bang bang, everybody run
Bang bang, he's got a loaded gun
Bang bang, everybody run
Cause everybody knows their time has gotta come, I'm an outlaw on the run
Destination reached but I wanna get lost
Coaster dips too deep now I wanna get off
The old devil wispers so sweetly oooh what a double cross
Warning in the morning in the morning when this flipswitch won't turn off
Bang bang, he's got a loaded gun
Bang bang, everybody run
Bang bang, he's got a loaded gun
Bang bang, everybody run
Cause everybody knows their time has gotta come, I'm an outlaw on the run
Yeah I'm an outlaw on the run, gotta keep on, gotta keep on runnin'
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8. |
Shaking Hands
06:29
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Hands are shaking with frustration, how's the wind that howls in your head
When you're dead
Fists are clenched and loosing patience some things should be better left unsaid
In your head
You have always felt misunderstood
Nothing turned out like you thought it would
You have always felt a little different than the rest they all know
Which way you'll go
Fingers pointing mocking judging, fools they are but look who's laughing now
You'll show them how
You have always felt misunderstood
Nothing turned out like you thought it would
As you walk, walk away
Hands that shake, have their day
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9. |
Mr. Thomas
04:17
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Hey there Mr. Thomas, did they take everything
How long did you labor, 64 years if anything
Hey there Mrs. Thomas, where did we all go wrong
Dead your only son is, yeah well, dead by another man's gun
Here comes the 21st century, politician man
Welcome to the 21st century, old man
When this song is over, did you get anything
Now your six feet under, betcha know who's always king
Here comes the 21st century, politician man
Welcome to the 21st century, old man
Did you go, down that road my friend
All they want is your soul
Here comes the 21st century, politician man
Welcome to the 21st century, politician man
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TV Congregation
05:53
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How can you claim to buy or sell Jesus
Ask to call a number for salvation, oh yeah
It's 1-800 wash away my sins
Sit on your throne and watch the checks roll in
Do you want me (4x)
I'm tuning in, don't turn me down, I'll pass that hat around
I'll mock myself, I'll mock the crowd, your weekly ratings would make Peter proud
1 2 3, guarantee, you and me will get to heaven
1 2 3, guarantee, you and me will get to heaven
Do you want me (4x)
Oh my lord, save my soul, save my soul (4x)
Do you want me (4x)
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11. |
Cold Waste Of Time
06:02
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Saw you out the other day
With another on your arm
I don't need the words to say
Cause by tomorrow I'll be gone
Oh momma, you're just a cold waste of time
You been a messin' with my mind
You just a cold waste of time
And now I'm takin' mine, hey hey
Thought one day we'd make it through
Teardrops fall on black and blue
Lovers bliss is long and gone
So I'll just go and find another you
Oh momma, you're just a cold waste of time
You been a messin' with my mind
You just a cold waste of time
And now I'm takin' mine, hey hey
Wipe that look up off your face
Up my sleeve I hold the ace
Of this mess I'm done and done
And so by tomorrow I'll be gone
You're just a cold waste of time
You been a messin' with my mind
You just a cold waste of time
And now I'm takin' mine
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12. |
Ricochet
04:29
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Just another bloody body, you are lookin down
Is it a smile or a fucked up frown
It can be so hard to tell, from this point of view
How many times must my heart be run through
It's just a ricochet
It's just a ricochet
Buried down to your knees, all you do is wanna scream
You just want to make it a dream
Another loved one is gone, buried in the sand of the dead,
Every grain is another thought left unsaid
It's just a ricochet
It's just a ricochet
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