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Arbor Day Massacre
03:47
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One day while I was strolling through the town
I saw a fallen tree upon the ground
I took a look inside, and then I nearly died
And ran off and told the people what I'd found
It's an Arbor Day massacre
Come on, gonna make it right
Get your guns on the floor tonight
Bet you're gonna see the light
When the trees snap back at everything in sight
Come on and join the fight
Burn the fucker down by candlelight
Firewood burning bright
When the smoke dies down, gonna be all right
The campers advised to travel just in packs
The Boy Scouts all warding off the log attacks
The unassuming brush wants to disrupt and crush
And branches securely clinging to our backs
The mighty oaks tower across the world
Assaulting every hapless boy and girl
The redwoods slaughter millions to death
Assuring that the rest of us won't take another breath
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2. |
Forty Three Hours
03:26
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Dreams come wandering, they float to your door
Strange men call to you, you've seen them before
The morning after rings blind
To something you couldn't find
Now it's time to learn what doctors request
Step one seems to be just cooling your jets
Heels clicking loud against stone
You've gotta go it alone
Forty three hours down the drain
Your mistakes dance around your brain
Kill the engine here, you've had quite enough
You're not cut out for the going that's rough
The phone alerts you at eight
Your husband's getting home late
Go in the back and get stoned
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3. |
The Janitor's Daughter
03:00
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She said "I'm so over this, hell I've already been kissed"
It was a slap on my wrist, and now I'm stupefied
I didn't know what to expect, thought I might be a reject
Impossible to detect the day our music died
I'm creepin' and lurchin' and scroungin' and searchin'
To show her she's all I can think of
The janitor's daughter don't like what I bought her
She says it's no symbol of love
It worked with all other girls so I chose jewels and pearls
She simply flicked at her curls and looked the other way
Shook off the gifts I would bring, even the platinum ring
She wouldn't touch anything, so I'm resigned to say
I'm stompin' and scowling' and whoopin' and howlin'
And dwindling down my bank account stash
The janitor's daughter don't like what I got her
She says there's no room for that trash
I left dejected and scarred with my expense account card
Didn't think it would be so hard, so hard to make her mine
She said "It isn't about the meager objects or clout
I thought you'd figure it out, but let's go one more time"
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Why don't you quit while you're behind?
Why don't you listen to the blind
That leads you when you're also going blind?
These days, you blink and they've sped by
Now an eye no longer seems like it's
A decent trade for someone else's eye
Everything seems so fleeting, but our words are here to stay
What would our children's children say?
Why does everything have to be so crude?
Why does it all have to be so crude?
Why don't you learn to shut your mouth?
To keep all of the good locked in
And stop the rotten shit from spilling out
The cities pile up with doubt
One glance into the future and
The present seems to plummet ever south
We are trapped in a nightmare that isn't even ours
I guess I'll meet you at the bar
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5. |
Vanilla Kink
02:40
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You're indestructible no matter the cost
You know there's something desperate in all of your thoughts
So you smash the barriers again and again
Without a trace of the evidence of violent men
Of violent men, yeah
Sirens and helicopters won't trip you up
You've got a private attorney on the end of your glove
And if they ever catch up to you, you'll fly over the shelf
Leaving a trail of dust behind you that's shaped like yourself
Always shaped like yourself, yeah
You've got your chocolate
I've got my vanilla kink, bitch
Aw, who'll wait in the morn
Who'll wait in the morning when you don't come home?
Who'll waiver your moan
Who'll waiver your moaning when you're all alone?
You've built up a cache of staggering nerve
Making sure that all your clients get what they deserve
And while they're handing off their savings in a kind little stack
Return the favor with a fervor as they lie on their back
They lie on their back, yeah
You've got no qualms about sinning for cash
Got suitors lining up to date you but you won't let them ask
The very image of a wedding makes you cringe and distort
Into a tiger trailing out, hunting the hunter for sport
Hunting the hunter for sport, yeah
In ten or twenty years you'll look back and smile
At your pulling out the pieces of the guilty while guile
And as you fall into a pleasant dream, you might catch a whiff
Of the life you've never led and start to wonder what if
Yeah, you'll wonder what if
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6. |
Ham And Mustard
03:36
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Is it possible for two people to gather?
If we're able
I'll tell you stories you've already heard around the kitchen table
And I hope you'll learn to love me for the man I used to be
Because the person I am now falls short in each capacity
Ham and mustard on every occasion
Ham and mustard for every meal
If repetition makes you get flustered
Just imagine how my anecdotes feel
All this time, I'm getting by
On this bloodletting mind
For the chance to get you high
If I hadn't spent my wishes on the luck I'd never earned
I would put them in your nightstand
So you might never be spurned
But there's no use plugging empty dreams of galaxies galore
Where we wouldn't end up at the same damn diner as before
Ham and mustard on every evening
Ham and mustard for every snack
My regaling goes on for eons
Like an unrelenting panic attack
All this time, I'm getting by
On my betting mind
For the chance to get you high
It's a weird moment that I ruin to make this clearer to you
I find that rarely do I have the faintest idea what I'm doing
Ham and mustard on every occasion
Ham and mustard for every meal
My innovation needs sorely adjusted
But for now, I'll have to plead for a deal
All this time, I'm getting by
On this bloodletting mind
Trying to get you high
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7. |
Little Red Death Wagon
02:37
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Child's play going on for days
You know, everybody wants some
Time for more Indian lore
Before we all take turns getting dumb
Reflex, get the hit direct
If you don't mess around you could disconnect
Hit the corner, now you're airborne
Try hard not to get wrecked
If you fly straight up into the sky
You better open your eyes
'Cause it's a very thin line
Between a Radio Flyer and a little red death wagon
Amen, feel the buzz again
And keep everybody inside
Arms, legs and occasional heads
Flipping out of control upon the ride
Hold tight, got fight or flight
But neither's gonna win out tonight
You better come on with the rag top
Casing over city, drop
Looking like gold: pyrite
I can't believe it's not on lock
I hit achievements while I clock
Outwards, I speed around the block
Get trick-or-treaters with my glock
Raising red flags everywhere I turn
Everywhere I turn, got a city left to burn
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8. |
Seat Filler
02:59
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Pulling out onto the highway
All our pictures in a suitcase in the trunk
You nod off, sparkling like a model
While I'm mostly feeling like a pile of junk
We slowly sputter back from Vegas
Where we didn't end up carrying out the plan
The diamond sizzles in my pocket
As I contemplate on crashing our sedan
Seat filler, silent killer
Gonna make you feel all right
Seat filler, silent killer
Gonna get us home all right
Seat filler gonna get you through the night
There was someone better out there
His identity unknown to anyone
He drives a better car than the one in which we are
But I can't convince my fucking legs to run
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9. |
Gaslighting
03:09
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One, two, three, go
I'm so excited to see you but I don't know why
Pay no attention to my eyes
They keep on doing this weird thing where they cry
And all the tension keeps on
Slinging me back in my room
Keeping me connected to you
You're too good for me, if only I could see
The third side of this one-sided story
You're so amazing
At least, that's what all the cue cards say
I only asked for nothing
Because that's what I'm getting anyway
I've got a lot on my mind but I forgot what it was
That's just a thing that my brain does
So I keep ignoring it all because
It's so much easier this way
When I finally open the vault
Remember everything's my fault
And all I retained is that you're a saint
And it won't do me no good to complain
Until everything gets clear
I'm going to keep myself right here
My world is a joke, I'm going for broke
Wait, pardon me, I think I misspoke
Gaslighting
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10. |
One Last First
04:11
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Waking up on three legs in the evening
The hours quickly waning
And still nobody's waiting
Tracing lines and patterns on the table
You'd love to see the sunset
But you don't know if you're able
Folded over, barely understanding
Let's break the hourglass open
Throw a little extra sand in
One last first, one final beginning
One more chance to start with a clean slate and make it dirty
One last first, one final beginning
One more go around sounds like a lot, but it's all worth it
All the possibilities unfolding
It's time to filter out, now
The regrets you've been holding
Why didn't you ever see Heritage Square?
Go get yourself a taxi
'Cause I promise that it's still there
Don't cling to all the hours that slipped away
Sure, everybody's time comes
But yours won't come today
You've got time to fall in love again
For the first time again
And no one's gonna stop you again
Again
And when you finally close your eyes forever
Spend your after hours in leisure
With the moments you remember
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