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Comas (redux)
03:43
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Comas
No, I’m not headed down the highway to hell
There’s peace in the valley
The blood has been shelved
Take what you want
What you want is for free
Free to take you and for you to take me
No, I’m not headed down the highway to hell
While lord you’ve been flailing all around with yourself
I have been wrestling a dead angry deer
and she is still with me after all of these years
No, I’m not headed down the highway to hell
I’m through with you devils
My spirits have sung
Take what you want
What you want is for free
Free to take you and for you to take me
No, I’m not head down the highway to hell
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Cold Criminals (redux)
03:44
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Cold Criminals
We are cold
Cold, cold criminals
Solid action
Hitting hard cold times
Just cold
Cold, cold criminals
Goddamn, we walk the line
But no matter how hard we cry
You’ll never hear our sorrid sighs
Cold, cold criminals
Ain’t it a cold, cold crime
We walk the valleys of the dead
and turn the rivers crimson red
We loved our winters high on crime
and the hearts
and the hearts we left behind
And then they sent
Us chained and shackled
Free for the last time
Devil got us in his plans
Devil got us in his plans
Devil got us in his hands
Cold, cold criminals
Goddamn, we walked the line
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3. |
I Had To Tell You
02:43
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I Had To Tell You
Chaos all around me
With its fevered clinging
But I can hear you singing
In the corners of my brain
Every doubt has bound me
Every sound of riot
Everything is quiet
But the song that keeps me sane
I can hear your voice
Echoing my voice softly
I can feel your strength
Reinforcing mine
If you fear I'll lose my spirit
Like a drunkard's wasted wine
Don't you even think about it
I'm feelin' fine
I can hear your voice
Echoing my voice softly
I can feel your strength
Reinforcing mine
If you fear I'll lose my spirits
Like a drunkard's wasted wine
Don't you even think about it
I'm feelin' fine
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How Do You Sleep?
02:31
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How Do You Sleep?
How do you sleep and who do you serve?
Stomping your beat
Don’t you ever get tired
of running us down and bringing your heat
The dead don’t forgive and the youth won’t retreat
Who do you serve with that badge, officer?
People or power, money, your ego
There’s a time bomb ticking
The thin blue line is tattered to shreds
Restless, pissed, frustrated
Fed up with your shit
How do you sleep with the blood that has pooled?
Tear gas, rubber bullets, on the necks that you’ve kneeled
Jury, judge, hangman, but you’re just a scared pig
Fuck tomorrow,
This raw nerve is spent
How do you sleep and whom do you serve?
How did it feel to watch your precinct burn?
There’s drumming outside
Is your gun to your head?
We’re not asking
We’re not begging
We are shouting never again
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