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Bad Luck In Belleville
03:40
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Complacent, and I guess I'm content
Can someone tell me where the fuck the last 25 years of my life went?
Made it harder on you than it needed to be
That's just the thing about me
North-hill kids with unpaid bills did less and less as the years flew past
This is not my home, this is just where I keep my boots
Always had bad luck in Belleville, when we had some time to kill.
All these coked-out nutjobs in two-piece suits
Oh, the piss-drunk backseat driver, turns out he was the lone survivor
But after the crash, he looked back and laughed, said "I wish it was me"
We're all made of the same fibers
We all make the same mistakes
No matter what we do we cant take back all the days that we waste
We've all got a lot to appreciate
Summer break in the surveillance state
We're all complacent, and I guess we're content
Obsessed with respect, the majesty of the dollars spent
Things are more complicated than they need to be
We live out our lives, then repeat
All the actors in this place
Perfect smile
Plastic face
It's all over now, baby-bluetooth, you grew up too fast
We're all just trying to make up for the things that we forgot to text
This is not my home, this is just where I keep my boots
It's all over baby-bluetooth, I knew you once
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2. |
Toxic Mix
01:37
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Am I disillusioned to think there is anything but failure left for me?
These dreams aren't made of dust
Tell me what's a product of the triptomine
Tell me all our memories won't rust and depart from us
You don't leave this place, this place will leave you
All the patterns on the walls, oh, can you see the lights?
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3. |
18oz
02:59
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This city is out of season
I fell in love with a socialite on 17th last night, she wouldn't even let me buy her a drink
She left a bill and a card on the sink, says only desperate girls dress in pink
And that's a hard pill to swallow
She says this city will make hollow
So let's go
And lets stare at our phones in foreign places
First class flight and I'm up all night hearing complaints of assholes and basket-cases
Got a free pass to fuck up, and she's cashing it in
We'll all be reborn in the morning
Eighteen ounces
This might not be the end of the road, but it's fucking close
Broke down 10 K away from the coast, she got fucking close
There was a death in the family so we bought her a card
But our money only goes so far, it only goes so far
Deep sleepers, dream through their day-to-day
Day drinkers, can't get the god damn thrill to stay
Eighteen ounces
This might not be the end of the road, but it's fucking close
We're on a ship with no mast, sailing
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4. |
Threadcounts
02:12
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I believe everything I read
I don't have to glorify anything, it was already done for me
It's the same as it's always been, you are who you are on screen
She only does things that make her famous
I'm going to die wrapped in sheets with a shitty threadcount
Leave my estate in a box on the street
Grind hard and worked cheque-to-cheque for a senior's discount
As long as life in the end is what you want it to be
Well he wanted to fuck but he took too much, I guess we all have a crutch
We choose who we love, or who we say we love
And we choose what we are proud of
There was never anything above, it was always around us
Long past your last mid-life crisis
She only does things that make her famous
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5. |
Stage Names
03:22
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Just let me rest in rain-water-filled ashtrays in
All the places we have never been
Yeah I don't have cash for that, just another thing I'll ways lack
Some are born with a stage-name
And some live and die in vein
Now everything I write just sounds cliché, like I'm running out of things to say
And I'm the only one to blame
Who gives a fuck if we fail?
Never thought this would sell well anyway
Who gives a fuck if we fail?
We don't stay long
We leave right away
We don't stay long
Try to be a better person every-other payday
8 hours to go
4 feet of snow
And it's 40 below
Just can't help but that that I'm..
Slipping in this water
And this living, it gets harder
Some are born with a stage name
Now, glory escapes me
Sleep well with your black-death bed-sores
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6. |
Better Half
02:17
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I'm six feet down and I'm wide awake
No love, no crown, set aside to take
You gotta creep and crawl through the mid-west mist, my friend
All the ones you've known, and all the ones you'll miss
You don't need a better half
You just need to be whole
Yeah, you can dress up the news
In whatever blue suit you choose
Still don't make it the truth
It don't make it the truth, no, no, no
Ten feet of mud and sinking
It fills my lungs with fourteen days to take me
I guess the squeaking wheel gets the grease
You don't need a better half
You just need to be whole
Lake superior will save me
Drain my blood at Bonnie Bay
It don't make it the truth, no, no, no
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7. |
Hodgepodge
03:15
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Big business, you crushed numbers
Bought bodies to fool lovers
But now you cant remember their name
I spend my days chasing placebos
High as fuck on sugar pills
I'll drag the lake clean
I'll drag the lake
Worked hard, died fast
Wasted away
My numbers up, that bingo luck
They'll work for us, yeah, they'll work for us
I guess the squeaking wheel gets the grease
I spend my days chasing placebos
High as fuck on sugar pills
I'll drag the lake clean this time
I'll drag the lake
Worked hard, died fast
Wasted away
Let me out of this goddamn room
Watch the face of the snake as it swallows you
Let me out of this goddamn room
She calls my name with a hint of shame
Can't find the crack in the carpet
Says the prairies will freeze your soul
Stay calm, collected and haunted
Wasted away
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Good Luck In Gracetown
03:35
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Wine will hold you down
Drove the grid-road into the river but never drowned
Wine will hold you down
Old souls born in young cities move to prairie towns
The value we put on our passions
From sleep to static to sleep to static to sleep
You'll find'em facedown in Gracetown begging for one more year
Wine will hold you down
Drove the grid-road into the river but never drowned
Wine will hold you down
Old souls born in young cities move to prairie towns
Baby I don't envy your equity
Maybe you're just compensating for something you're missing
Or something you lost, life has fine print and hidden costs
We do our best as we travel on
One day we'll be the talk of the town
Wine will hold you down
Drove the grid-road into the river but never drowned
Wine will hold you down
Old souls born in young cities move to prairie towns
I just wanna be something integral
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