1. |
Occupational Hazard
04:03
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Please forgive me for the job I took.
It’s what I needed to keep us in food and clothes.
I can tell by the blue of my lips,
There must be some kind of hole in the ship.
Stop breathing, I’m starting to drown
Stop breathing, I’m starting to drown
Starting to drown
Starting to drown
Starting to drown
She’s built like a bullet, with the heart of the sun.
She’ll take us deeper, ‘til we can’t see anyone.
Screw the bends, please just open the door.
I feel like I could just swim to the shore.
Chorus
Don’t disturb the Premier today.
He’s worked hard and needs a long holiday.
Chorus
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2. |
The Muse Resigns
04:20
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Dear you,
or whatever you’ve become,
I am writing to protest.
As a muse,
I am flattered, but tired.
This job is obsolete;
this position of mine-
it should have been filled years ago.
Someone more willing to fight
can take this burden from me,
but you’ll have to want to give it away.
Dear you,
enclosed is a list of things
you’re not allowed
to bitch about
anymore.
I know
it will be hard to find
someone whose name rhymes
w/ the words in your songs
but you’ll have to try.
Someone more willing to stay
can have this corner of your mind
but first you’ll have to give it away.
A hand too warm
Sneaking up to see me
Whatever style I had
A box of your letters
Avoidance in the hall
The way I drive
How everything went so fast
My fear of going too fast
Ad infinitum, ad nauseum…
Dear you,
here’s a photo or two –
to refresh your memory,
to replace that girl in your wallet
you still think I am.
Someone more willing to lie
could do the job just as well,
but first you have to give it away,
& you don’t give anything away.
Dear you,
here is your chance;
have your final say,
but I get the last laugh.
Sincerely yours & I resign.
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3. |
Just Like You
04:18
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Seamless, falling, to your disgrace. Can see nothing. Lost your place
Feel so solo, so all alone. Such a strong fear, leaving you prone
And you’re running out of time.
‘Cause you feel you’ve lost your mind.
See nothing is complete, you’ll see.
And it suits you just as well.
I’m not victim. I’m just a clerk. Selling tickets to my hurt.
Shake your head now, to my view. Can’t you see I was once like you.
Chorus
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4. |
In Comes the Cold
05:57
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A car crash into the snow
Windshield cracks, in comes the cold
Dashboard lights, the seat is wet
Winter’s here, come place your bets
And what is left,
But the corpse of a tree
The leaves have all gone
home to their graves
Now’s the time for your good-byes
Check your smiles and learn to cry
I’ve seen it once or twice before
Down the hall and out the door.
The wind it burned
When it(I) kissed your face
The ice has come to
steal your soul.
Your soul
Your soul
Your soul
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5. |
Crash
04:23
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I’d rather crash
than to suffer at a loss for words.
I’d rather go down
& never come back.
Around the world for you,
the easily amused.
Buddy, save a seat for me.
I’d rather choke
than to have to ride my one-trick-pony out.
I’d rather go down
than have to wonder where my one hit went to.
Around the world for you,
the easily amused.
Jimmi, save a hit for me.
I’d rather crash
Than be raped on your billboard somewhere.
I’d rather go down
than to have to make a comeback
tour around the world for you,
the easily amused.
Punk rock, be the death of me.
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6. |
Easy Way Out
01:41
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It’s a shame to go home
& you don’t want to be ashamed anymore.
You don’t want to feel like you’ve lost
when you never even started.
It okay to blame yourself-
it’s easier than finding someone else
& the easy way out
is highly underrated.
Go ahead & be afraid-
there’s so many things out there that can do you in.
Why should you stick your neck out
when you might lose your head?
You don’t have to be so brave
to think that you’re above giving up.
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7. |
Waste of Your Day
07:19
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Feeling up tight and closed like a lock rusted crude
I came here to see you give in to his cheap shiny ruse
She’s falling asleep now
On the couch over there
When I look in her eyes
She’s not dreaming on me
I can see you fall down, see the ground meet your face
Such a stupid mistake to become such a waste
I pocket my delusions
Through the good times you know
Lovely symbol circle
Still a big fucking hole
I came here just to find sin on the path that you chose
Hell won’t let me come in ‘cause I wore the wrong clothes
Please forgive my sad faults
Like a broken machine
Should I just go away
Am I wasting your day?
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