1. |
I'm Getting Old
02:43
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As I get older my heart has softened just a tad
The world seems colder violence in movies makes me sad
Scully and Mulder didn't understand just what they had
I should have told her sorry, but I guess I lost my chance
But there's no use in dwelling on every wrong decision
Learn from your mistakes and move on
I gotta sleep with socks on my feet
Or else they get way too cold
I gotta pee right before I eat
That's how I know I'm getting old
I've had to cut out some of my most very toxic friends
I know it's shitty but seriously
You should see the fucked up things they've said
But I don't regret it because life is pretty sweet right now
But don't get too comfy
You never know when things will come crashing down
But don't let it get to ya. Drown yourself in nostalgia
The future's looking bleak, and the past is bittersweet
I gotta sleep with socks on my feet
Or else they get way too cold
I gotta pee right before I eat
That's how I know I'm getting old
Life don't always go the way that ya hope
But that's not always a bad thing
Find someone to love, keep your head looking up
And it's okay I'm getting old.
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2. |
Ruiner
02:31
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Do you really think you could get fucked up
And try to fix this without ruining everything
When you think back to all the times you were so drunk you couldn't sing
When reality sets in it really weighs on how much it all means
Insisting on bad habits is loose at the seams
I don't wanna be a ruiner
There's one in every family I've heard
I don't know how to make no mistake
Or try to fix them without creating heartbreak.
When you think back to all the times you were so drunk you couldn't play bass
When reality sets in and you're falling all over the place
Because insisting on bad habits is your mistake
I don't wanna be the ruiner
There's one in every family I've heard
You would think that being hospitalized
Arrested three times would make you stop
You would think that getting in a fight,
crashed your car, pulverized would make you quit
I don't wanna be the ruiner
There's one in every family I've heard.
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I wanna take you to Prague we can leave sometime next spring
We'll order too much Champaign and get drunk on the plane
I wanna take you to Prague I don't care what we gotta do
I'm sure we'll find a way to make this dream come true
I wanna take you to Prague It's been in our plans for years
Let's cross the Charles Bridge and slam some Pilsner Urquell beers
I wanna take you to Prague but I really don't know how
The debt is piling up I'm pretty broke right now
I wanna take you to Prague but first I gotta find a real job
I'm gonna save a bunch of cash and get this train back on track
I wanna take you to Prague and get us a piece of land
We can raise some chickens and goats and fulfill our master plan
I wanna take you to Prague view the sculptures of Cerny
Drive out to Kutna Hora and explore the Sedlec Ossuary
I wanna take you to Prague before we run out of time
Gotta get my life together the future's on the line
From the moment I saw you my heart beat fast
And when you sang that song in Czech, oh I didn't stand a chance
And when you kissed me well, I got high and I never came down
I wanna take you to Prague to see the Astronomical Clock
Methodius Church and the Crypt of Saint Cyril
I wanna take you to Prague. I finally got a clue
You've done so much for me. Let me do something for you
I wanna to take you to Prague. I never dreamed that there would be
Someone in my life who means so much to me
I wanna take you to Prague. You've made me a better man. I love you so much. I'll do whatever I can.
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4. |
The Black Tar Heroine
03:12
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The first time that I saw her I was sitting out in my car
On my break smoking a cigarette she came up to my window
And asked me if I knew where she might be able to find some tar
After an awkward moment I told her I didn't know what that meant
I'd never heard the term before "you looking for some reefer?"
She said "no man. I'm looking for some black tar heroin."
"How the Hell could you be so naïve?"
I told her to "stay the fuck away from me."
The next time that I saw her she looked like a normal shopper
Checking out the cell phones accompanied by a stranger clutching a box condoms she asked me if I could help her out
She says she needs something cheap to use in an emergency
She's only got about 50 bucks but I don't think that'd be enough
For the device, the service card, the condoms.
Maybe two, but not all three
I activate her phone and discreetly
Drop the condoms in her bag for free
The last time that I saw her I thought that she was looking smaller
As she stumbled through the store
Back to my department and made her way to a bench where customers could sit and take a break
She slumped down on the bench and I caught a whiff of a stench
She started convulsing foaming at the mouth as liquid shit
Dripped down her leg and formed a pool down on the floor
Paramedics came rushing in. I never saw her there again.
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5. |
Catholic Guilt
04:47
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When I was just a babe my mom and daddy made
The priest pick me up and dump me in a bath
even though I’m innocent I’m guilty of original sin
So if I die then I'll probably burn in hell
When I was eight I had to get in line
To eat a cracker and take a sip of wine
They said it was the flesh of Christ
They said it was it was the blood of Christ
Awe man, that shit really freaked me out
And then when i turned ten the priest he made me sit
In a tiny booth and tell him what I did
I told him I said "shit". I told him I said "fuck" and I kicked my little brother in the nuts
"Say some hail Mary's. Say some holy father's
Do your rosary you rotten little turd"
So I left the booth and sat at my pew
The priest said his chant and sang this catchy tune
"Christ has died, Christ is Risen. Christ will come again."
Then in my teenage years my mind clouded with fear
I learned my friend Hilary was killed in an accident
I collapsed to the floor I called out her name
I couldn't breathe I couldn't see as I wailed into the night
Christ has died Christ has risen Christ will come again
But you won't see your friend ever again.
At her funeral I walked up to her casket. her dad was standing there
He put his hand on my shoulder
He said "Kurt, you know, she really loved you"
I told him I didn't know what to say. He said I didn't need to say anything
Then the room went black. I landed on my back. I can't remember what happened after that
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6. |
Instagram Vacation
02:32
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I can't believe I'm feeling real love for the very first time
He is so perfect, so cool, so funny, and oh so very kind
He may be a little immature, but I can iron that right out
I'll help him raise his son, and be the mother and wife he never had
I'll document it all
Post it on Instagram
And everyone will see
How great I really am
I can't believe she actually likes me
Oh my god she is so hot
And when everyone sees me with with a woman who is so very hot
They'll think that I'm the coolest guy in town cuz my girl is so hot
Even though I'm quite uncomfortable with who she wants me to be
I'll go along with it all
Let her tag me on Instagram
What else can I do? I guess this is who I am.
Da na na Da na na Da na na Da na na na
I'll sneak off for a drink
They just check our Instagram
No one really needs to know
Just who I really am
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I just finished a 14 hour drive, got into my hometown and I'm excited to see all my friends and all my family .
Yeah I miss my friends and my family
So I pick up my bro and we head to the bar downtown that was staffed
By a couple a yokels who bitch and moan and they drone
And used the n-word in the army
Outlanders at the George room.
You don't belong at the George Room
We only want racists at the George Room
We only want homophobes at the George Room
Suddenly the bar back gets behind us and he starts to shout
It's closing time you mother fuckers now get the fuck out
My brother didn't take so kindly to this
So he says to the bar back "hey man, how are your kids?"
My bro knew the dude was a bit of a dead beat
Then the dude lost his shit
Outlanders at the George Room
You don't belong at the George Room
Kicked out by racists at the George Room
Called queers by homophobes at the George Room
Outlanders at the George Room
Stay away from the George Room
But if you walk past the George Room
Throw a rock through the window of the George Room
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8. |
The Final Text Exchange
02:55
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Dad, they said there's an active shooter at our school
I'm so scared I don't know what to do
The teacher shut the lights off and blocked the door
I'm under my desk laying on the floor
I can hear the shots being fired down the hall
I can hear my friends screaming I'm about bawl
I need you here and I need you right now
I’m trying to get out, I don't see how
Wendy I am on my way
Do everything your teachers say
Stay silent and out of sight
And you will go on to fight
Another day another year
I know that you are filled with fear
The swat team should be there soon
They'll get you out of that room
Dad I made it outside of the school
My teacher didn't make it and neither did Drake Ruyle
I'm out by the buses looking for you
This is gonna be tough, but we'll pull through
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9. |
No Step on Snek
02:56
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I got a big ole pick up truck, and a tiny little dick
And when I see them commies march
Goddamn it really makes me sick
I ain't ever left this town. And I probably never will
But if Antifa ever comes around, I got my right to kill
I ain't had a job for months, and my life is pretty shit
I'm afraid of all others
I'll vote against my own interests
My heart is filled with fear
So I'll clutch tight to my gun
I'll do whatever the president says
And stare right at the sun
There’s a "don't tread on me" sticker on my truck
Right next to my blue lives matter one
Don’t understand why they contradict
No step on snek
I got a big ole pick up truck and a tiny little dick
When I grab my gun off the rack, well it lengthens just a bit
I ain't got much up ahead. My best days left behind
My four years of high school were pretty much my prime
There’s a don't tread on me sticker on my truck
Right next to my blue lives matter one
Don't understand why they contradict
No step on snek
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10. |
So It Goes
04:47
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My mind jolts awake about a quarter to three
The nightmares in my sleep are getting to me
Disease has been raging, the cynicism grows
What else can I say but this shit fucking blows
So it goes, so it goes, so it goes
Where your life will lead you know one really knows
So it goes, so it goes, so it goes
Life's getting depressing and it fucking shows
Wake up one day to the world shutting down
You played one last show and had a very small crowd
A year passes by finally play a show
Two days go by and then it fucking snows
And it snows and it snows and it snows
Ted Cruz left us stranded and flew to Mexico
So it goes, he’s so gross, now we know
We should have done better and elected Beto
The world is a cesspool, I’m down in the dumps
And all I can think about is how much I fucked up
Is it just a problem that I alone can solve
But until then I’ll just stare at the walls
So it goes, so it goes, so it goes
My mental state withers while I decompose
So it goes, so it goes, so it goes
Life just goes on and deals blow after blow
The awful things happen, not much we can do
Life will continue, with or without you
So enjoy the good times. There's highs and there's lows.
It's all part of life no matter what you chose
So it goes, so it goes, so it goes
We reach down inside and go on I suppose
So it goes, so it goes, so it goes,
Do something with your life before windows close
So it goes, so it goes, so it goes
And when you lose count use your fingers and toes
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