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Trading Bats For Bullets
02:42
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Let's lose these masks, this time.
Look into my eyes.
I just need something I can sacrifice.
She says this just ain't me, well this sure as hell is me;
The fog is clearing and I'm shining through.
I'll drag you out to sea; I'll drag you out to see.
Oh can you feel it baby; it's the shaking in your knees.
The dead are rising (walking), these walls have teeth, I wish for wings to set me free.
Oh yeah, it's the shaking in your knees.
This is not a cry for help; I just need something to scream about.
Give me something to scream about, just give me something to scream about.
Flood the river, wash me out to sea, just give me something to make me bleed.
We're going free-falling tonight
Pack your bags, you and I are going free-falling tonight.
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Give 'Em Hell
02:51
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Call attention to everyone, fall back we're under attack.
Break all ties with one's pride, we'll be there in due time.
Sing a song for great escape, we'll return to fight one day.
For now we will…
Forge the river
This is not a test, this is not…
Complicate, Complicated; Evacuate, Evacuating.
Forge the river
For now it's safe to say, “I'll be waiting”
For it's not the day we stay, “This is why”
We sing a song for great escape, we'll return to fight one day.
For now we will…
With our backs against the wall.
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Eat Yer Greens
03:25
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Stop and go the light is green, just proceed forth accordingly.
We're stuck in the daily grind; time is money time is time.
Give me some time deprived from urban life, someone free me from this traffic jam.
Just rid me of the populous.
Give me the weekend, a change of pace for these eyes, breathe it in, fill your lungs.
Feed me to the wilderness.
Breathe it in, fill your lungs
Say, "Fuck yeah!"
Oh, fill your lungs with the wonders.
It's a smorgasbord for wild lovers.
Breathe it in just breathe the air.
Fill your lungs
Savor it
I can't think of another place, that I would rather be.
Feed my sack of bones to the great outdoors.
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Mediocre At Best
02:15
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Broken down record player, my sound is warped and slowly fading.
Frozen solid in the heat of the moment, for I will let you down.
I don't laugh in the face of danger; this old dog has no tricks.
A single shooter in the heart of the battle, for I'm you bastard lover.
I've been tarred, I've been feathered, I cannot fly.
Can we speak, oh can we speak metaphorically
The music's on but no one is fucking home.
In the eye of a bastard son, this is a face only a mother could love.
I'm the pick of the litter for few and far between.
Mark my words,
I don't laugh in the face of danger; this old dog has no tricks
Frozen solid in the heat of the moment, for I will let you down
It's hard to scream with this noose around your neck,
It's hard to see with blacked out eyes.
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Jesus Christ Rookie Card
04:22
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Shame on me
Oh dear god, what do we have here, just another controversy.
So were told to believe in what we are told.
Do not be afraid to hesitate, ask the questions, interrogate.
Oh your god,
Damn those words I couldn't sing, damn your words I just can't sing.
If I am faithless father, would you still speak my name.
If I'm a faithless servant, I'll serve my ass in hell.
Who am I to say who's wrong, but who are you to say who's right.
Say nothing at all, cuz it's the best you could say.
Fulfill your freedom, question everything.
Just take the will by the hand and take it to your grave.
Leave your god out of this, I have my own.
You're preaching to the choir.
Tell me why, just one reason why I should live any other fucking way.
Cuz for tonight you can believe in anything that you think is fucking right.
Promise me tonight, as you sail into that night, you believe in what you like because what you like is what is right.
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