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Creators
03:47
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I was taking fifths of whiskey alone
Well, calls, calls, calls, but no one picks up the phone,
And I hit the floor before I made it to bed
I'm gonna make up god just to tell him he's dead
I'm gonna make up god just to tell him he's dead
I'm gonna make up god just to tell him he's dead
I'm gonna make up god just to tell him he's dead
I'm gonna make up god just to tell him he's dead
I was a ghost,
And I gave my bones and body to the maggots and worms,
And when everything is said and done I guess I got what I deserve
But I'm not sure
Have I done a bad thing?
You know, everyone takes,
But nobody makes anything
I was trying to fill the holes in my head
With putty, and paste, and a bottle of meds,
But I hit the floor before the bottle was dry
I'm gonna make up god and then I'm gonna die
I'm gonna make up god and then I'm gonna die
I'm gonna make up god and then I'm gonna die
I'm gonna make up god and then I'm gonna die
I'm gonna make up god and then I'm gonna die
I was a ghost,
And I gave my bones and body to the maggots and worms,
And when everything is said and done I guess I got what I deserve
But I'm not sure
Lo siento, mi amor
You know, everyone fucks,
But no one makes love anymore
If this aint heaven then it must be hell
Well, I fell down from my own damned pedestal,
And I hit the floor before the world could be fixed
I'm gonna make up god and rub his nose in his shit
I'm gonna make up god and rub his nose in his shit
I'm gonna make up god and rub his nose in his shit
I'm gonna make up god and rub his nose in his shit
I'm gonna make up god and rub his nose in his shit
I was a ghost,
And I gave my bones and body to the maggots and worms,
And when everything is said and done I guess I got what I deserve
But I'm not sure
Have I done a bad thing?
You know, everyone takes,
But nobody makes anything
You know, everyone takes,
But nobody makes anything
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Wasp
03:26
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They come as vampires, they come for blood
They've got a magnifying glass, and the world is full of ants building pyramids out of crumbs
Have they mentioned how the West was won?
They'll sell you blankets for cheap, and you can get some sleep, and share them with the ones you love
You'll be one of them in time
You'll be one of them in time
You'll be one of them in time
You're a werewolf waiting for the moonlight
They've got your prescription, so open wide
Entertainers with messiahs on retainer have got 4200 flavors of candy gods for you to try
Have they mentioned how the West will die?
There's Dracula picking his teeth, he knows the world is gonna bleed, he won't even have to take a bite
You'll be one of them in time
You'll be one of them in time
You'll be one of them in time
You're a werewolf waiting for the moonlight
Werewolf songs and Riding Hood blues
Once Grandma's gone aint no one gonna love you
Got no job, no money, no food,
Once Grandma's gone aint no one gonna love you
Sharp teeth,
Sharp teeth,
The better to eat you up, my dear
Sharp teeth,
Sharp teeth,
The better to eat you up, my dear
Sharp teeth,
Sharp teeth,
The better to eat you up, my dear
Sharp teeth,
Sharp teeth,
The better to eat
You'll be one of them in time
You'll be one of them in time
You'll be one of them in time
You're a werewolf waiting for the moonlight
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Isla Vista
04:28
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You aint like the others
With their pretty friends
They hold their lovers
While you lie alone inside your bed
Judas likes his money
Midas loves his gold
You wanted everything
Until the wanting left you cold
You'll be stolen
You'll be stolen
You'll be stolen
You were better off with nothing golden
Your heart's as brown as whiskey
Your spirit's just as sour
You aint that pretty
And you don't have any power
But you've got your daddy's money
Yet the girls don't seem to like your clothes
Aint it funny
That you can't buy what you want most?
You'll be stolen
You'll be stolen
You'll be stolen
You were better off with nothing golden
You've come undone,
You're spun,
You're a needle without thread
You drive around,
Aimless,
Getting lost inside your head
Fortunate son,
High strung,
You always get your way
You swear,
Someday,
You'll make them all pay
Well, don't it make you angry?
Don't it make you sick?
You thought you were a vengeful god,
But you're just blowing at a house of brick
Judas loved his money
Midas loved his gold
You wanted everything
But you couldn't even keep your soul
You'll be stolen
You'll be stolen
You'll be stolen
You were better off with nothing golden
You'll be stolen
You'll be stolen
You'll be stolen
You were better off with nothing golden
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Storybook
03:24
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They told ya stories of a vengeful, loving god
Dogma! Dogma!
Everything you do is wrong
And within steeples people pick apart your flaws
Hush little baby, don't you cry,
Mama's gonna buy you an afterlife
They tell you stories that they use to scare their kids
I've got three eyes! I've got three eyes!
I know everything you did
When it gets tough they give you drugs and call it quits
Hush little baby, don't you fret,
Daddy's gonna write us an alimony check
I'm going down the chimney,
I'm headed underground,
To a place where my body won't be found
I won't try to get to heaven
I know I'm not allowed
They tell you stories about strength, and skill, and pride
Left, Right, Left, Right, Left!
I feel so dead inside
They give you orders, but they don't care if you die
Hush little baby, don't be sad
Mama's been shopping for a bran-new dad
I don't know where they'll send me
I've locked eyes with the devil's friends
I don't think I'll be coming home again
And I can't get into heaven
Cause I don't look like I'm one of them
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5. |
Bodies
03:26
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Steam powered day dreams
Dragging the river upstream
There aint no bodies left to be seen
Hark
They've all capsized in the dark
Something must be wrong with their hearts
Scream while you breathe in saline
Nothing left to do but to drown
There aint no bodies left to be seen
Fall in a pit of alcohol
You aint got no body
Cause you aint nobody at all
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