1. |
My Car Is Out Of Gas
03:28
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I'm a used metaphor after there's a necessary fight
And I grow tired and old faster than the
People who make sense all the time
You're speeding up to a hundred words per hour
You can't be stopped as long as you go so fast
But soon enough you'll upset the balance of power
You've got your engine running but your car is out of gas
I've been trapped in a hole
Maybe you could come and get me out
But you've been at it so long lately that you've
Forgotten what you're going on and on and on about
You're speeding up to a thousand words per hour
You can't be stopped and I don't know how long you'll last
But soon enough you'll be stuck in your ivory tower
You've got your alternator but your car is out of gas
Send down your report now, we'll handle your retort now
You act like it's a sport but you kind of came up short now
I hoped that we could weather and come back strong
Together just isn't in the cards
You're speeding up to a million words per hour
You're spinning out and there's no doubt that you'll crash
And soon enough you'll be needing a place to cower
You've got your radiator but your car is out of gas
You're speeding up, you're losing touch
And soon enough your lifestyle will drive you sour
And I would try to save you but my car is out of gas
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2. |
AWOL
03:20
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You're slinging around more bull
Than could be found at a rodeo
Each time I'm coerced and forced to look into
The eye of your portfolio
You can't handle holding a candle
And the demand will get the best of you
You're sizing me up, fear rising
And I'm realizing you're one messed up dude
Ungrateful, totally hateful
Here, take a plate full of your just desserts
No sir, you'd better cope or
I hope you know you're gonna wind up hurt
And every time you look around you
You won't like the world you see
If you think you've been missing something
Maybe missing's what you ought to be
You're throwing around a tantrum about
How no one thinks you bring the hits
I hate to be the bearer of bad news
But nobody else is buying it
You section your own rejection
At the detection of the faintest laugh
With every black and white memory
You're doing plenty to cut yourself in half
You battle onward and prattle
Try to lay flat all of the time you've spent
You're right, this isn't my fight
But I thought I might just put in my two cents
I think it's kind of funny that you've been so underhanded
But the renegade within you isn't being reprimanded
Maybe you should pack your suitcase but don't tell a single soul
That way I can't try to stop you and there's nothing I control
Don't you doubt a single minute that I'll take this lying down
I'll illuminate the stockyards and the seediest of towns
When I find you cowering silently you won't be but a ghost
And you'll about face to haunt the ones
You used to fear the most
I'm sorry you're not sorry
Enjoy your pity party
And once your burned bridges fall
Then you can go AWOL
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Friday night with nothing to do
I figure that I'd better call you
We'll go out to a club or a bar
And drink 'til we don't know who we are
But while I'm chatting up a new fling
I overhear your mobile phone ring
And the sound permeating my ears
Has conjured up the deepest of fears
And I can't stand it, the song that's playing
I think my ear drums are now decaying
The noise is driving me up the walls
I have to hear it every time that somebody calls
Your ringtone is angry German music
And now I'm afraid of it, now I'm afraid of it
This is my plea
One note repeating and zero lyrics
I can't get away from it, can't get away from it
Please let me be
Now the party's getting in flux
But I'm stuck with a headache deluxe
The ringing racket, it never ends
Who knew that you had so many friends?
I duck and cover every time
Your European drivel doth chime
Embarrassed at the thought that I know
Someone stuck in a decade ago
I can't believe that you gave it face time
The synthesized and redundant bass line
And if this download you truly bought
All I can think is du must really hast mich a lot
You're coming off as weird and pathetic
I can't get away from it, get me away from it
Please let me be
I know you've probably got a solid defense
But there's a billion better ways to spend your ninety-nine cents
We'll get through this together, you can still be my friend
But I don't ever want to hear this
Neo-Nazi Auschwitz garbage again
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4. |
Kicking Up Her Heels
03:47
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She could've probably been an airline jetter
Walking proud on the concrete slabs
She has the chops to be a record setter
Smiling with the feeling of her forward jabs
Whoa, kicking up her heels
She always finds herself fulfilled and gripping
Here mama raised her to take care of men
She has a book filled with the paper clippings
She says it's just a hobby for every now and then
She thinks it's funny every time that it comes to this
She knows it comes with the territory of being who she is
And now she finds herself among the big boys
The ones who spell each other's name in mud
With each contender she tries out her new toys
So many strange basements filling up with blood
She ran the gamut from the famous to the lonely
Watch 'em winding up and down the roads
The man who thinks that she's his one and only
He'll stay in love until the moment his car explodes
She laughs and says that she'd make an awful wife
She says that if he wants to take her hand
Well she's only gonna take his life
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5. |
Impossible Possible
04:40
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Did I ever tell you about the time I contracted the sky?
And while the planet stands still
There's the sun that's sliding by
I was born at genius levels so they dropped me in a hole
But to get to center stage
You know sometimes you have to pay the toll
The middle of the candy bar you're eating is made of dreams
And when you dream of the dead
You'll be the medium for all their screams
It's no laughing matter when your limbs all disappear
But if you wish a little harder then they'll all show up back here
Right back here
It seems so impossible, but really it's possible
I don't make the rules up, I just preach the gospel
You don't have to believe me, just accept that it's plausible
And when you hear the commands
I know that you'll understand
If we all had wheels it would be easier to get around
We could sneak deep into caverns
And then sell off all the junk we found
It can get crazy when the world hangs over your head
But you should try telling that
To the monsters living under your bed
There's no sight on this earth that's a sadder sight to view
Then when your imaginary friend don't wanna play with you
Well you can grease all the polls but you can't rig your election
You can channel your energy but you won't get good reception
You can dive into the abyss but you'll only hit rock bottom
You can apprehend the devil
But no one will know you caught him
I hope that you'll take these words with a grain of salt
'Cause otherwise they'll taste a little funny
And that's not my fault
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6. |
G String
04:25
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You always looked tired but mostly when you woke up
Your wit was astounding, it pounded into my guts
And we used to stare out your back window
And pretend we could see a future that didn't exist
Between you and me
'Cause we couldn't agree on how it should be
You're hanging by the pool, looking so cool
Sitting in the summer sun
We were all smiling, we were all happy for once
And when they called you down to the podium
You didn't have anything to say to them
And you got a headache and bent down to pick up your drink
And I saw your g-string but I didn't say anything
The chill in your basement gave me goosebumps
But I tried to be calm and asked you how bad it felt
Being out at the prom
Like dismantling a bomb just to live with your mom
What makes you think you're the queen of the world?
Did you hear it from the boys and the girls
Laid at your feet each week to tell you everything?
They seem to know everything
Like they know how you're their queen
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