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Maggie's suicidal
She's been drinking bleach
Tries to drown herself in puddles
Been like this for weeks
Now she's in the cupboard
Her sickness overflows
Got them in her pocket
The best she'll ever know
The best she'll ever know
The best she'll ever know
The best she'll ever know
Because life is a bitch
Without a scratch to itch
The rashes in our brains
We cry out loud and insane
Our mouths are always open
Our legs are never closed
And rarely do you ever
See us wearing clothes
Now she's in the gutter
Her head is full of trash
Says she doesn't know her mother
If you're brave enough to ask
Her clocks are always broken
Her paper's full of holes
The words she writes are frozen
It never gets old
She burns herself with roses
A gift she never got
When Maggie's door closes
The world has all forgot
The world has all forgot
The world has all forgot
The world has all forgot
Yeah life is a bitch
Without a scratch to itch
The rashes in our brains
We cry out loud and insane
Our mouths are always open
Our legs are never closed
And rarely do you ever
See us wearing clothes
Yeah, we're always pain (Whoa oh)
Try to help us and she'll think you're insane
Yeah, life is a bitch
Without a scratch to itch
The rashes in our brains
We cry out loud and insane
Our mouths are always open
Our legs are never closed
And rarely do you ever
See us wearing clothes
Yeah, we're always in pain (Whoa oh)
Try to help her, you'll think you're insane
Oh life
Life is a bitch
Life is a bitch
Life is a bitch
Life is a bitch
Life is a bitch
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One day I sat by the phone
Nobody's talking nobody's home
Just then I saw a sightful sea
Unfolding out in front of me
In front of me
In front of me
The sea you see told me to be
A writer pulling words from its streams
A writer writing purple thoughts
Onto blue lined paper
A writer trying to write songs
For long dead villains
And it goes like this
And it goes like this
John Dillinger, I'll get you then
The sea took me in like all the rest
John Dillinger, it won't be long
The sea took me in, gave me its song
The sea then subsided
And turned to sand
I stood there crying
With outstretched hands
I realized then I could no longer stand
Paralyzed by the words the sea said
And then I fell
And then I fell
I took a step then and
I fell down the steps again
With a yell, a yellow yell
From the depths of the old yellow well
I looked around, yeah
And saw the mill burning
Oh no, oh well
Oh no, oh well
Oh no, oh well
John Dillinger, I'll get you then
The sea took me in like all the rest
John Dillinger, it won't be long
The sea took me in, gave me its song
I put on a shirt and went outside
I saw a girl with bloodshot eyes
She was crying for her old man
Shot dead in god's land
She invited me to the funeral
I said I wouldn't, but I went still
I sang a song I was supposed to sing
It's a good thing, a very good thing
It's a good thing
It's a good thing
John Dillinger, I'll get you then
The sea took me in like all the rest
John Dillinger, it won't be long
The sea took me in, gave me its song
Old man Salinger
I didn't shoot old Dillinger
But the sea told me you did
So maybe, just maybe
I'll get you then
I'll get you then
Get you in the end
I'll get you then
I'll get you then
Get you in the end (I will)
I'll get you then
I'll get you then
I'll get you then
This song is over
It was about John Dillinger
And his paranoia
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Sicken Me, Sally
04:09
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This place is old, but new (uhuh)
Who'd have known you'd fit these shoes (uhuh)
That the feeling would stay the same (oh yeah)
That my skinned knees are yours only to blame
Look out the window, please
Now feed me no self esteem,
How do you do this to yourself (uhuh)
Feed me pills from atop your shelf
And I'll cut my bangs and bruise my pride for your health
Sicken me, Sally
Each with a word
You protect me from famine
You give me hurt
Sicken me, Sally
Sing like a bird
Carpets of insults
Towels wrapped in words
Put on your crown
Your crown of thorns
And tell me, how is your year
Legions of lesions all on the floor
You remind me of an autumn I loved once before
When Clorox and secrets flowed through the ground
Set up a syndrome all for yourself
And you can bleed me dry
Look out the window, please
Now feed me no self esteem
How do you do this to yourself (uhuh)
Feed me pills from atop your shelf
And I'll cut my bangs and bruise my pride for your health
Sicken me, Sally
Each with a word
You protect me from famine
You give me hurt
Sicken me, Sally
Sing like a bird
Carpets of insults
Towels wrapped in words
Put on your crown
Your crown of thorns
And tell me, how is your year
How is your year
How is your year
How is your year
Sicken me, Sally
Each with a word
You protect me from famine
You give me hurt
Sicken me, Sally
Sing like a bird
Carpets of insults
Towels wrapped in words
Put on your crown
Your crown of thorns
And tell me, how is your year
(Birds can't lie, they're not real)
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4. |
Spaceman/Cowboy
04:20
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Spaceman's busy
On Halloween
There will be no chicken dinner This Sunday evening
When I was younger
I thought I'd be stronger
But I am no Hercules
I am no Hercules
I'm a spaceman
Maybe there's a cowboy
Somewhere lonely, too
He's out there wondering about
His missing tooth
It's made of diamonds
And banjo strings (He sings)
There will be no chicken dinner for me
Just another broken western dream
I'm a cowboy
I'm a spaceman
Hallelujah
I'm a spaceman
You're a cowboy
We are painters, hallelujah
I'm a cowboy
You're a spaceman
We are painters, hallelujah
I'm a spaceman(Chicken dinner)
You're a cowboy (Halloween)
We are painters, hallelujah
I'm a cowboy (Bene Gesserit)
You're a spaceman (Leonard Kelly)
We are painters, hallelujah
I'm a spaceman (Daffodil)
You're a cowboy (Hunting rabbits)
We are painters, hallelujah
I'm a cowboy (Donna Reed)
You're a spaceman (Chicken dinner)
We are painters, hallelujah
Bene Gesserit
Chicken dinner
Halloween
Donna Reed
Audrey Hepburn, hallelujah
We are painters, hallelujah
Chicken dinner
Rhododendron
Dirty laundry
Hemingway
Chicken dinner
Halloween
We are painters, hallelujah
We are painters, hallelujah
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5. |
French Kiss (The Sun)
02:45
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She's thinking she's so vulnerable
As she lies in her bed alone
Twenty thousand minerals
All float around in her gene pool
Giant doctors with microphones
Diagnose us and remove our clothes
Waterboarding, white, and stoned
I'm in a bed without a home
Won't you please mess me up?
As we French kiss the sun
Find a light and turn it on and
We can ask what the stars saw (When)
I don't even know where I was when
I first made love to my friend or
When I finally became a "man"
Was it in a bed at night
Or was it in a parked car out of sight
Maybe thoughts don't exist at all
And we don't really stand that tall, no
Maybe we're fucked after all
After all
Won't you please mess me up?
As we French kiss the sun
Find a light and turn it on and
We can ask what the stars saw when
They looked at you for the first time
Did they go blind?
I used to think I was a god above friends
Now I'm told, I'm just a dog of a man
And I'm going to sing it until the very end
I'll be your Superman
I'll be your Superman
I'll be your Superman
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The Howard Hues Wilmington, Delaware
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