1. |
I Want You More
03:56
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I just bought a ticket for the doomsday express
All aboard the steam machine, barroom queen ain't getting' no rest
I'm a desperate motherfucker getting ready for crossing some lines
Sounding like a broken record saying I'm not losing my mind
I can't believe it, no I can't believe it
I know I should leave it
trying to retrieve you
Filling up on courage in a telephone booth
You're the bird perched on the alligator's tooth
I want you more than you want me
I want you more than you want me
My love is blind but it's easy to see
I want you more than you want me
I'm just a mad dog running through these damp alleyways
I bit off my leach of sanity to get a glimpse of your face
I dumped my pride in a garbage can and forgot my name
Am I Thomas Paine or Jesse James, don't give a fuck - it's all the same
I can't believe it, no I can't believe it
I know I should leave it
Trying to retrieve you
Filling up on courage in a telephone booth
You're the bird perched on the alligator's tooth
I want you more than you want me
I want you more than you want me
My love is blind but it's easy to see
I want you more than you want me
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2. |
Things
04:16
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Katy is wearing that cocktail dress
She got a backstage pass
Born to make the after party last
And the full moon is looming large
Not enough to get our engines charged
Time to get ourselves sabotaged
Oo-hoo oo-hoo , a cure for the everyday
Oo-hoo oo-hoo, make the pain just go away
oo-hoo oo-hoo, blow our sails in a breezeless bay
oo-hoo oo-hoo ooh, oo-hoo oo-hoo ooh
I need things to need things
a bit more than a weekday brings
I need things to need things
just a little more
I need things to need things
A bit more than a weekday brings
I need things to need things
just a little more to make them hips swing
Katy whispers softly in my ear
all the things I wanna hear
But I know the truth is nowhere near
And the city shines like a diamond tonight
It's all we need, but not quite
Katy whispers hold me tight
Oo-hoo oo-hoo, a cure for the everyday
Oo-hoo oo-hoo, make the pain just go away
oo-hoo oo-hoo, blow our sails in a breezeless bay
oo-hoo oo-hoo ooh, oo-hoo oo-hoo ooh
I need things to need things
a bit more than a weekday brings
I need things to need things
just a little more
I need things to need things
A bit more than a weekday brings
I need things to need things
just a little more to make them hips swing
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3. |
Sharks
03:26
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Watcha-doing in infested shallows
Empty eyes and hungry hello's
Nothing here but teeth & fins
Little white envelopes in garbage bins
Black flags flying but you pay no mind
Your girlfriends are gone, you've been left behind
You feel a little queezy but you don't know why
Dip your toes in the water, give it a try
It don't matter that you were a little late
Even better girl, see them circle the bait
You can throw that itty bitty bandage away
They detect a drop of blood from miles away
You say you wont' drown cause you're floating right
I will talk to you a little later tonight
Keep on kicking those legs
keep on kicking those legs
You went for a midnight swim
now you gotta make it back
Get out, get out, get out!
Get out, get out, get out!
I saw you by the cigaret machine
What was he fishing for inside your jeans
I saw you kissing by the back door
Something went missing on the bathroom floor
Some people want a nice night on the town
Some won't stop until somebody goes down
Some just wanna have a good time with their friends
I need to feed a hunger that just won't end
Keep on kicking those legs
keep on kicking those legs
You went for a midnight swim
now you gotta make it back
Get out, get out, get out!
Get out, get out, get out!
Get out, get out, get out!
Get out, get out, get out!
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4. |
44 Calls
03:30
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I got my calling, 16 years old
But I saw no angel like that old story told
I was born with a heavy foot
No shoulders to cry on but I can get you the goods
Oh how I hate the sound of your heart when it breaks
It's getting harder baby, harder to take
When I leave you my hands they shake
I got 44 calls to make
I got 44 calls to make
I've got 88 grams to shake
I got 22 bones to break
Oh I've got 44 calls to make
Teenage girls screw their heads just to have a look
little scraps of glory for a small time crook
Oh find me a cure for my racing mind
I want just want sleep but my phone rings all the time
How I hate the sound of your when heart it breaks
It's getting harder, so much harder to take
I don't wanna leave you baby, see my hands shake
I got 44 calls to make
I got 44 calls to make
I've got 88 grams to shake
I got 22 bones to break
Oh I've got 44 calls to make
I think the Gospel is happening here tonight
I saw a big fat shooting star like in the Book of James, burning bright
Or maybe it was headlights heading my way
I got 44 calls to make
I got 44 calls to make
I've got 88 grams to shake
I got 22 bones to break
Oh I've got 44 calls to make
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5. |
You Look
03:25
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I'm not saying
My vision flutters just like VHS
You wish you could've seen just what I saw
I like it more than I like to confess
I wish you'd hold my hand as tight as your jaw
Your voice it sounds like an old cassette
and spins the 33 in 45
Batteries in overdrive inside my head
Waiting for better music to arrive
I'm not saying I don't like it, but
You look, you look like you are high
You look, you look like you are high
You look, you look like you don't even try to hide it, hide it
It used to feel like a sweet summer rain
now all the weekends just all seem the same
What is this taste of metal in my mouth
Feels my songbirds flying to the South
I'm not saying I don't like it, but
You look, you look like you are high
You look, you look like you are high
You look, you look like you don't even try to hide it, hide it
Yonder comes my baby, all dressed in white
Looks like we ain't getting any sleep tonight
When I put my lips on those sweaty cheeks
I know we'll be feeling sick all week
This stuff's for horses, it's not for men
They say it will kill you, but they won't say when
You look, you look like you are high
You look, you look like you are high
You look, you look like you don't even try to hide it, hide it
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6. |
Bengali Crown
04:07
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She only sleeps with her slender arms crossed
She doesn't wait for her coin to get tossed
She never says what she wants but she'll get it anyway
I've got one foot in the grave, one between her legs
The ice I'm walking on it is showing cracks
Slowly loosing my grip on the wheel on this dark highway
There's no illumination by the end of the night
I am just a drunk looking for a fight
Try to find a sign of redemption in the grime and grit
She wears perfume that's called revenge
In which my holy communion is drenched
Eyes closed and my mouth wide open while I'm waiting for it
All the way down (I will give you all)
All the way down (Down on my knees)
Knees to the ground (For you)
Pick up what I found
I found your Bengali Crown
Hey ey ey ey
I found your Bengali Crown
Hey ey ey ey
I’m falling from the stars, crawling in the ditch
I’m a certified sucker for a Cosmic witch
She’s spinning on my skull, singing & bringing my galaxy down
I found your Bengali Crown
Hey ey, all the way down
Hey ey, knees to the ground
Hey ey, all the way down
Hey ey, I found your Bengali Crown
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7. |
Devil's Short Hand
03:41
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Naked assassin flees the scene
Doubting Thomas, hands washed clean
Guilt stricken killers just can't deny
Strange caterpillars turning butterfly
Crept away in the night from my house arrest
When brought to justice i will stand to attest
Walking that old true but narrow line
will slowly suck your blood and your bone marrow dry
This ain't a job interview
No special skills i ask of you
I need to know you understand
Can you read the Devil's Shorthand?
The Lord laid down the Laws of Man
but made us free to break them again and again
The better of two evils I am tempted choose
Confessor of the feeble just cannot refuse
This ain't a job interview
No special skills i ask of you
I need to know you understand
Can you read the Devil's Shorthand?
I need you to sign your name on the dotted line
I need you to sign now, honey
your name on the dotted line
In Devil's Shorthand
In Devil's Short Hand
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8. |
Guillotine Blues
03:27
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Desperate times call for desperate measures
Hunting fake treasures in the best of times
Lately I’ve drowned myself in pleasure
Prepared myself for the regretful climb
Baby hear the birds singing in the bushes
Smell the new day that has just begun
How do those hands feel in them clutches
Can you see the blade shining in the sun
Off! Off! Off with his head!
Off! Off! Off with his head!
They call me vain, they call me shallow
They just don’t know how good it feels
So let me see you grinning at the gallows
Strut your stuff around the breaking wheel
Say what you need, say what you will
But we will keep on dancing wild and free
In the shadow of the Silence Mill
Tonight we’re gonna party like it’s 1793
Off! Off! Off with his head!
Off! Off! Off with his head!
I really really wonder why I’m feeling what I’m feeling
I’m really really seeing the best times I’ve ever seen
All the time I think I hear them banging on my window
Standing at the door to take me to the Guillotine
Ho, there it goes! Ho, there it goes!
See my bright eyes blinking in the basket below
Ho, there it goes! Ho, there it goes!
See my bright eyes blinking in the basket below
Ho, there it goes! Ho, there it goes!
Ho, there it goes! Ho, there it goes!
Off! Off! Off with his head!
Off! Off! Off with his head!
I really really wonder why I’m feeling what I’m feeling
I’m really really seeing the best times I’ve ever seen
All the time I think I hear them banging on my window
Standing at the door to take me to the Guillotine
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9. |
Play No More
03:37
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I don't wanna hear his name
No whispers in the wind
no silent singing in your sleep
And I, I don't wanna know about those games
you play and stay away
with that box of secrets that you keep
Don't you know I always came home to you
If you don't come home tonight I don't know what I'll do
What I'll do
Let's go to where we were before
show me the way back to the door
I started this game but I don't wanna play no more
I was only in it for the fun
Now it's swallowing the swallower
I'm caught between it's teeth
And I am reaching for my gun
I'm following the follower
wild dogs snapping at my feet
Don't you know I always came home to you
If you don't come home tonight I don't know what I'll do
What I'll do
Let's go to where we were before
show me the way back to the door
I started this game but I don't wanna play no more
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10. |
Whip Hand
05:10
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Fever visions in the dead afternoon
One eyed raven sings his lonely tune
A bitter melody made me sweat and swoon
My tribulations will not be over soon
They'll come at night, the raven crowed
the ghosts of pilgrims died along this road
sad eyed messengers sent to forebode
You will live by the prisoner's code
Break the spells written in the sand
Set me free from your whip hand
My eyes are burning, my tongue is black
chains 'round my ankles, chains 'round my neck
Boiling sweat on ancient tracks
Bloody stripes all across my back
Once these hills were the ocean floor
One day the water will rise once more
Chaos will rule, like never before
And piece in my soul will be restored
Break the spells written in the sand
Set me free from your whip hand
Break the spells written in the sand
Set me free from your whip hand
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