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Newsworthy
00:38
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Pardon me but did I give you the impression,
that I have found another sound to drown out this depression?
Losing streaks give me weeks with fleeting leaks and creaking sheets, while rash wrecks tend to infect all of its willing suspects.
Rejects reflect objects hidden between the decks,
while projects lie flawless in our deepest annex.
With blank checks we lose our lively loose necks,
long laws superseded in every aspect.
I stand now vexed as they pose and flex,
long laws superseded in every aspect
that bring us to the edge of their short steps.
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2. |
Too Good To Be New
01:19
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Our devils still tend to play the best tunes,
a string to a hearts harp, but what else is new?
A song so promising, however whats to be had?
For all you are is stones to those that beg for bread.
Rising tides lift all boats, still sordid sides crush small hopes.
You promised them salvation, you lead they would be fed yet
all you are is stones to those that beg for bread.
An ape's an ape, a varlet's a varlet,
though they be clad in the silk or the scarlet.
Don't stretch farther than your sleeve will reach,
you'll show all your cards, eat all you preach.
We've set our beggars out on horseback,
and to no surprise they've ridden straight to the Devil.
"For its better to sell out than to rust out;"
a call for all open deals to settle.
For all you are is stones to those that beg for bread.
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White Fright
00:58
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Too afraid to be the thorn shoved in-between,
the nail and the finger of the hand that feeds.
Oh how tall you stand behind the bars of your breeds,
for why rouse the dust off those crusted creeds?
Forever painting your elders insecurities on fresh walls with the widest of brushes.
Promoting ancient social stigmas, the stone tablets behind today's false justice.
The ego and his own come calling for their expected dues,
your walled-mind thinks of nothing but the benefits for the "benevolent" few.
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4. |
The Death of Debt
01:48
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Hanging by the neck above the sea of debt,
he tried for a taste now hes all but spent.
Maxed up, crossed out, stretched far too thin
Jonesing for a better life was his only sin.
He couldn't keep up with that torrent of paper
that slashed through his life, a willing 'goddamned' taper.
Before he knew it they held his reigns.
They left him in the dust whilst drinking champagne.
Thanks motherfuckers just know your time is coming.
You'll tip the wrong man, a soul less unbecoming
than that of the poor banker so he say
that selfish bastard he threw out on that day
for selling him an anchor to his life,
it dammed not only him but his kids and his wife.
Now hes coming back to get whats his,
better start wrapping up those closing hymns.
Vengeance in three courses is on his mind,
he sweated til the day he got a hold of that swine.
He would feed him those bills one by one,
choke him with his victims to end his run.
Choke him with his victims to end his run,
feed them those bills one by one.
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5. |
File 13 (AFI Cover)
01:45
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I sleep until there is no light.
I'm wide awake all through the night.
Dinner may suck but I'll take a bite, I do whatever I can.
My muscles stiffen through the day.
Discomfort never goes away.
Someone should throw me away. I feel like a fucking garbage can.
Throw me away, I've got no use.
Throw me away, I'm nothing to lose.
Throw me away, I feel like shit.
I am useless.
I know I know nothing at all.
I'd take a stand, but I know I'd fall.
I'd run head-down into a wall and watch my blood run faster.
Girls laugh and pass me on the street.
I spook out everyone I meet.
I've got pink toenails on my feet, I'm such a fucking master.
Throw me away, I've got no use.
Throw me away, I'm nothing to lose.
Throw me away, I feel like shit.
I am useless.
I never seem to feel well.
I always seem to look like hell.
It seems like everyone can tell my mind is going numb.
My mom thinks I wear women's clothes.
I get dogged on at all the shows.
It seems that everybody knows that I'm a fucking bum.
Throw me away, I've got no use.
Throw me away, I'm nothing to lose.
Throw me away, I feel like shit. I am useless.
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SPIT SPEWING SNAKES Detroit, Michigan
Spry- Bass
Aaron- Guitar
Juice- Drums
Nate- Vocals
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