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Flat Out
01:46
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Flat out like a lizard drinking, hell
I just hit rock bottom down in the wishing well
Been tied to the whipping post of the die hard
And I learned to hide my bones in the backyard
Any old place to a dog like me
Just flat out don't appeal you see
It's your house, your rules
And I sure as hell won't mind
Out in the fucking wild
Some say boy it's the life you choose
I don't care I just get high on the Jesus juice
Can't deal with the way of the world in motion
No strings attached, no tails wagged, no canine devotion
Any old place to a dog like me
Just flat out don't appeal you see
It's your house, your rules
And I sure as hell won't mind
Out in the fucking wild
You won't get to hear me howling all night long
Won't see me curl up on your lap and just bitch and moan
Won't stand in line as one of your sideshow freaks
I just play the fool any old way I please
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2. |
Get It
01:43
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Fool you gotta get a hold of yourself, the hell is wrong with you?
We just pulled a new stunt, while you've been playing hard to get with the crew
Got your share of the loot, knock on wood I'm the best mate you ever had
Take it or leave it it's all the same cos you're way in over your head
You gotta get it
Come on, get it
You gotta get it together like you never have
You're missing the game
I'm saying you owe it to yourself
I didn't pass the poor man's test, never begged only stole and borrowed
Yet I always kept my feet clean all the way down the gravel road
It's part of the charm, no harm done, hear the best mate you ever had
When the flock is broke I got it all secured and make sure their share's in hand
You gotta get it
Come on, get it
You gotta get it together like you never have
Don't be lame
You're missing the game
I'm saying you owe it to yourself
And we need it for the kicks
Just to see your name on top of the list
For the two inch longer or the other half
For the „never known what it's like” or the „gotta have”
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3. |
D
02:21
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Hold on just for a second, let me break it down to you, it's like a rollercoaster
Up and down and all around like a 5 to 1 chance in a revolver
Might just fall off the wagon but not derailed, feels like I'm suddenly back on track
Fresh like the headwind yet I know this bad loco breathing down my neck
How low can you get
From a high you never had
Hold on just for a minute, let me push my luck just a little further
Though on the verge of a tailspin, don't need no refuel I'm an afterburner
Headbutt to a backslide through a syringe that sucks you out of life
Mainlined into a circuitry all wired straight to one sick fucking overdrive
How low can you get
From a high you never had
I see straight around the bend
And I need chaos to comprehend
I'm advertising this for free
It's a fair ride but there ain't no money back guarantee
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4. |
Middle Management
01:33
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It's a matter of mindset – said the otter to the mouse
Feeling small? Just call for an upgrade to middle size
You needn’t worry it takes no skill
And don't break a leg on the hamster wheel
Let the silly little ants keep running around the hill
Burn the TV, the radio
Now you ain't blind I think you know
And don't need a weatherman to figure whither the wind blows
Scream out as loud as you can
Don't tune a notch down ever again
Not for the sake of a sorry little middleman
God damn, god damn all the pushers like you
Who need a pyramid of broken spines 'cause a handful of teeth won't do
Put your money where your ass is
Up the axis of evil where the sun don't shine
Believe me when I say it's so lame when a monkey wanna act like a lion
Burn the TV, the radio
Now you ain't dumb I think you know
Don't need a weatherman to figure whither the wind blows
Scream out as loud as you can
Don't tune a notch down ever again
Not for the sake of a sorry little middleman
Like you
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5. |
Kicking Cans
02:05
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I'm just a slacker in your eyes kicking cans
Out on the corner across your house making a mess
In your fine neck of the woods
Pissing on the rules you so caress
All your doors, kick'em down, kick'em down, down, down
They are no exit from the walls of morale that surround
I'm just a squatter as you see and I won't deny
Out of common courtesy I just get by
A well fed exception to the norm
A broken window in your vine
All your doors, kick'em down, kick'em down, down, down
They are no exit from the walls of morale that surround
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6. |
Half Empty
01:46
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Pick it up and make a call
It's 1574
Fess up, just tell me all about
What's poisining you son
What keeps you up at dawn
What's been bugging you all night
Guess I can help you with your life
Hurry up I keep you in the send
Just enough to feel satisfied
Halfway to the very end
See now it's almost done
You're half full and you've just begun
To even vaguely feel all right
Guess I can help you with your life
Hurry up I keep you in the send
Just enough to feel satisfied
Halfway to the very end
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7. |
...of Cunts and Dykes
01:55
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You wanna paint a rainbow
I gotta strike it black
Wanna beat this weak shit out of your slack-jawed fucking head
See I ain't no colour-blind
I like it black and blue
I gotta, so gotta hurt some' I hope you don't mind if it's you
If it ain't some mass confusion
A story of cunts and dykes
A straight and narrow trail of fusion to a Wellsian paradise
You're a walking talking
Big old Freudian slip
I know your high horse and it sure needs a good firm grip
Tick tick, your patience
Is charged by the hour
Saddle up, zip the leather tight
Cos tonight we shall devour
If it ain't some mass confusion
A story of cunts and dykes
A straight and narrow trail of fusion to a Wellsian paradise
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8. |
Valley of Denial
01:23
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When losing floors you and winning's sore
Connect the dots with alcohol
Hit the bottom line, it's borrowed time until you're losing sight
It's a better place, saving grace, in all your might
Chopped the wood, scattered the splinters
You take the low road for non believers
All the way down the valley of denial
Won't ever stand the smallest chance of a fair fucking trial
In the valley of denial
There's always souls left for hire
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9. |
Ashes and Wine
01:35
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A hell of a time it was back again indeed
Been shooting a low-end video for Double Speed
With ashes and wine all over the place and some good shit right in the face
I do recall some pages going up in flames
Needed a fix, not a remedy
Cos again in hell we dined
Turned our sour into sweet
Ashes to dust, blood into wine
Been having a show with the Bastards later on that night
With a cheap, luminous Indian-made picture of Jesus Christ
Plugged in all good to roll hoping it won't reclaim our souls
While we circle around like moths in the electric light
Needed a fix, not a remedy
Cos again in hell we dined
Turned our sour into sweet
Ashes to dust, blood into wine
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10. |
Legohead
02:11
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Legohead, ah
Spin your head around
What you're looking for is nowhere to be found
A thing or two is viewed in a different light and your grid is skewed
Take a fruit from the tree and 1 plus 2 might not equal 3 with time
Legohead, oh
Reprogram, let go
I know how you feel, don't say it ain't so
You got it all together, how to cheat a lie detector
Though every bit is the truth the sum of the parts does not compute at all
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