Mediocre At Best

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lyrics

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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from The Dead Are Rising, released May 8, 2010

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