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Comeback...?
01:27
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Don't call it a comeback
We never made it in the first place
Always meant to try a little harder
But it seemed like such a waste
Just need a little push to get it started up again
So when's the push gonna come?
The motivation's gone, but what else could we expect
We're just too goddamn lazy and dumb
So who's gonna book more shows?
Who wants the job when no one goes?
Plan out all our moves
But no one cares, so what's the use
To write ten thousand songs, when no one really wants to sing along
So don't call it a comeback
We'll never make it in the first place
We just don't want to try any harder
Cause it seems like such a waste
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2. |
Eating Crow
02:23
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I oughtta learn to keep it to myself
Sometimes, staying quiet helps
But no one else seems willing to
Call you out on what you do
I gotta tell you, what you do is wrong
I've kept quiet far too long
Do what you want, not what you should
You're gonna hear me out for your own good
This time, you're right, I just don't care
I'm never gonna change
I'm a self-righteous son of a bitch,
and I know I'm just gonna go and
Do it again
Never could keep it to myself
Feeling stupid, but the whiskey helps
I just assumed that I was right
I guess I should apologize
Sometimes I get things wrong
I step in where I don't belong
Do what I want, not what I should
I oughtta just shut up for my own good
This time, I'm wrong, I still don't care
I'm never gonna change
I'm a self-righteous son of a bitch,
and I know I'm just gonna go and
Do it again
Unwanted opinions
They'll always be my stock-in-trade
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3. |
Love & Money
02:29
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Saved herself til that, "Special One," came along
Gave it up after two good years
Three weeks late and she can't keep anything down
But he says that it can't be his
Two years later she's kicked out of her house, with a
Year-old son and a dead-end job at some bar
Find a place, pay the rent, but she's coming up short
Shit plus tips doesn't stretch that far
And she thinks
Love is good but money's better
Life's too long, and you never get what you want
Pinned under it's thumb by one mistake
Short skirt, fishnets, and a new pair of boots
Different job, different pay, different life
Pay for play, just a way to make ends meet
Bills are paid, and her son's brought up right
Driver picks her up, heads to the hotel, get the
Money first, just as soon as he closes the door
Finish up, and she laughs in his face when he asks
How she lives with being a whore?
And she says
Love is good, but money's better
Life's too short, so take whatever you want
There's no sin so great it won't wash away
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4. |
Sober Girl
02:19
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The Night Life, I hate it
I should've stayed home and masturbated
"What's your name?" Why bother?
Let's just drink until we like each other
What's the use, if we'll both forget
Just as soon as the hangover comes again?
There might be something there, but I'm too drunk to tell
So, oh fucking well
Best foot forward, soft target
Hard to get, or maybe hard to want it
I'm shit-faced, and you're sober
Something tells me this just won't go over well
So what's the point if we both black out?
Maybe next time, we'll find something to talk about
These drunken hook-ups always end up the same
It's just so fucking inane
Don't wanna drink, don't wanna fuck, it never seems like enough
Another night of drunken innuendo
I just want a girl who likes me when she's sober
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5. |
Son of Misfortune
02:40
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Set up, knocked down
Left to rot in this worthless, dead-end town
Never had a chance, so tell me who's blame
Take it out on everybody, they're all the same
So hit the floor, you better pray they're gonna listen to me
Let the masses come, I'll give 'em something to see
Now that I have your attention, keep your eyes on me
Tie 'em down, no one leaves until it's done
They're gonna pay, 'cause I'm the Son of Misfortune
Payback, overdue
I want my share, and I'm taking it out on you
Got a gun, and a debt to collect on
If I'm a victim, then you're gonna be one, too
So hit the floor, you better pray they're gonna listen to me
Let the masses come, I'll give 'em something to see
Now that I have your attention, keep your eyes on me
Tie 'em down, no one leaves until it's done
They're gonna pay, 'cause I'm the Son of Misfortune
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6. |
Intervention
01:29
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It's wasted time, there's no need for you to be so concerned
But you want to give it more attention than it really deserves
I say no need for panic, you say I'm just an addict
Over-emphatic, what the hell'd you even think I would learn?
Don't want to pay it too much mind, don't care to change after all this time
How can I get you to see advice is no use to me?
It's just a blind spot, so you say, that I always keep some other thing in the way
An inability to see what's staring right up at me
Back and forth, you say, "Problem," I say, "Passing the time."
Point and counter-point, I shoot yours down, and you refute mine
You don't want to lose a good friend, I don't want to hear it again
Just tell me when I can expect you to leave the sermon behind
Don't want to pay it too much mind, don't care to change after all this time
How can I get you to see advice is no use to me?
It's just a blind spot, so you say, that I always keep some other thing in the way
An inability to see what's staring right up at me
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7. |
I Shaved For This?!
02:15
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Par for the course, don't wanna try it again
I'm getting tired of hearing, "Fuck you"
I'm getting tired of saying, "Fuck you, too"
Still, guess I'm gonna go and try it again
Maybe it's just a lack of standards
Maybe I've got nothing else to do
So maybe I'm a hopeless fucking mess
But I'm not too proud to go home with Second-Best
Why aim higher when I'll get shot down in flames?
I can't believe I shaved for this
I've never been much for taking it slow
It's hard to get off at a stand-still
And who the fuck would want to?
Why bother asking when the answer is no?
Maybe I just want a cheap screw
Maybe boredom makes it hard to think things through
So maybe I'm a hopeless fucking mess
But I'm not too proud to go home with Second-Best
Why aim higher when I'll get shot down in flames
I can't believe I shaved for this
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8. |
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I come to in a run-down motel room
Lights on, pants off, an empty bottle of Jack
Hip-deep in another man's new bride
Finish up, wanna show her the door, but
I can't remember if the room has been paid for, besides
I've got nowhere else to crash tonight
So alright.
Payday comes and I'm sittin' at the bar
Line 'em up, shoot 'em down, until they throw my ass out
Same drill as any other Thursday night
Some prick's breathing down my neck
I turn around ask him if we've ever even met, he says
"No, but I believe you've met my wife
So let's fight."
A lifetime of disaster
Have another drink and watch it burn out faster
Having fun's getting to be no fun at all
I've hit The Wall
Another girl, in another motel room
Snort it in, freaking out, she's doing way too much coke
Her eyes roll back into her head
EMS is banging at the door, but
I'm still trying to pick her ass up off the floor, thinking
She'll feel better once I get her back in bed.
But she's dead.
A lifetime of disaster
Have another drink and watch it burn out faster
Having fun's getting to be no fun at all
I've hit The Wall
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9. |
Free Refill
02:18
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She liked to talk, he liked to screw
Friends gave it a year, they lasted two
Called it quits and kept in touch from time to time
"Let's get a drink," or maybe,
"Let's hang out, I'd like some company"
Thin pretext, but it happens every time
"It's great to see you again,"
And just like that, the clothes hit the floor
"Just once more..."
Then, separate ways until they both weaken again
It's not a crime, it isn't bad
Nobody's trying to get back what they had
A minor vice, but what's the harm, if it's just two old friends?
It isn't like they plan it
It's hard to give up homefield advantage
There's comfort in familiar roles on which they've come to depend
"Just thought I'd drop by again,"
And just like that, the clothes hit the floor
"Just once more..."
Then, wondering when the other's gonna want it to end
"Can I stay over again?"
And just like that the clothes hit the floor
"Just once more..."
It's getting hard to even try to pretend
He wants to talk, she wants to fuck
They wonder how it got so fucked up
Swear up and down that it's the last thing that they'd intend
"...When can I see you again?"
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10. |
Dumpster Fire
02:53
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This is what it smells like
When the dumpster at the abortion clinic
Catches on fire
So they say that I'm a
Sociopath, but I don't know
I just wanna set some fires
Dumpster makes an ideal target
Just makes sure you know what's in there first
The smell of burning fetuses never comes out
It's hard to run away
When you're throwing up
I never thought
It would really smell like pork
It started off when I was young, my
Father came and told me, "Son, this
World has gone to hell, and we're both
Soldiers for Jesus"
I didn't care about, "The Cause"
I only went along because I liked to burn shit down
But now my dad would be so proud
It's hard to understand
When you're growing up
But now I know that God
Loves to burn shit too.
They put it out before the
Building could catch, but I don't care
That was never the real point
I may need an excuse, but it's the
Action, not the cause that gets me off
I only wish that I could just forget that smell
Burn it away
I’ll burn this whole damned world someday
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11. |
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Another night spent in the bag, Another day to sleep it off
Another chance to find the missing pieces I have lost
But I never find the will or find the way or even
try to start to fix the shit that really ought to count
Don't wanna give it up, so,
I down another shot, and grab the bottle then I do it again
Half a lifetime beer in hand, same party, different faces, an occasional fuck
Diminished options, so I fake it and pretend to laugh it up
And I know that I should get away from all the shit that makes me want to do it but then knowing doesn't help
Drowning slow, but it doesn't matter, so,
I down another shot, and grab the bottle then I do it again
On the highway 2 am, nodding off empty bottles rolling round my feet
The road's too dark and I'm still lit up, eyes crossed, half-asleep
There's a curve that takes a left over the bridge but
I don't see it then the wheels are up and all I see is sky
No apologies, but
I guess it means that I ain't never gonna get to do it again
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12. |
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Here she comes, like it or not
She wants a man, who can take all of what she's got
Or one who at least won't run away
I'm pinned against the counter
While her breathing's getting louder
A captive audience with nothing to say
Some like 'em young, some like 'em old
Some like the ones who do just as they're told
But for the best, you know what they say
Big girls try harder
Tanisha, the Two-Ton Tickler
Some like 'em skinny, I like mine thicker
An avalanche coming too fast to run away
And she said,
"Do you wanna fuck me, and my best friend?
Her name is Brittney, and she gives the world's best head
You can even watch us, if that's you thing..."
She's not gonna let another one get away
She's hooking up, doesn't really matter what it takes
Fight it all you want, but in the end
It comes to just one thing
Some like 'em young, some like 'em old
Some like the ones who do just as they're told
But for the best, you know what they say
Big girls try harder
Tanisha, the Two-Ton Tickler
Some like 'em skinny, I like mine thicker
An avalanche coming too fast to run away
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13. |
Trouble
02:04
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Never wanted trouble, but the trouble always wanted you.
So what do you intend to do?
Never thought they'd see you with a gun held in your hand.
That was never really part of the plan.
A simple plan, nobody gonna get hurt
Two shots, and the plan goes straight to Hell
Dead friend, dead clerk, and a register
Alarm is going, but you're damn scared to tell
Shake it off, and you grab your friend's gun
You never know just when you're gonna need one
Wanna run, but you can't leave without
What you came for
Find the cash box underneath the counter
Two Bodies, and your life's gone straight to hell
Just as well
"Easy money..." said your friend as he pulled his gun
Easy money, till the clerk pulled another one
And not a second thought for consequence in the end
Desperate times, and a friend with a bad idea.
You say, "No one gets hurt, just so we're clear."
Now you hear the sirens and the gun's there in your hand.
This was never really part of the plan.
Never wanted trouble, but the trouble always wanted you.
So what are you prepared to do?
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14. |
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Bored looks from all the girls
One-by-one they hit the
Stage and work the pole for singles
Bar closes down at one
Ten bucks for a cold
Beer, and thirty for a table dance
Hell no, I wanna go
Where I can touch and they'll touch back
I wanna go
Some place with five-girl live sex shows like
Canada
Fake tits as far as the eye can see
Two-by-two they hit the
Stage and work each other over
The bar don't close til ten of three
Three bucks for a cold
Beer, you won't believe what you'd get for thirty
Hell yeah, I wanna go
Where I can touch and they'll touch back
I wanna go
Cheap beer, cheap girls, cheap thrills, sweet
Canada
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Orphan Killbot Boston, Massachusetts
Brian - Vocals/Guitar
Phil - Bass
Nate - Drums
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