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Law Dogs
02:42
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Well there once was a man who lived on a hill
If you listen closely you can hear him still. Playing the blues like he sold his soul
He sang about life and how it took its toll
Well sing the songs about laughter
Down from the old town hall
Sing a song for the wise ones
And the ones who mean nothing at all
Drink a glass with the tall one
Screaming and drift away, amen
Raise a stone at the law dog
He’s a wild one
Run the gambling man
Drink tonight. No rest for me
Place your bet with a slinging gun
Drink tonight. No rest for me
Well it’s aces and dimes to the morning sun
Drink tonight. No rest for me
Drink the night away… today
Drink tonight, yeah we gonna drink tonight. No rest for me
He’s on the run from the law on his trail
He does what he can to get them off his tail
Nowhere to hide and nowhere to run
He’s dying from the heat of the mid-day sun
With guns drawn in both of his hands
The bullets started swinging, they were going fast
Took a shot to the middle of his chest
Not even knowing this day was his last
Drink tonight. No rest for me
Place your bet with a slinging gun
Drink tonight. No rest for me
Well it’s aces and dimes to the morning sun
Drink tonight. No rest for me
Drink the night away… today
Drink tonight, yeah we gonna drink tonight
No rest for me
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Fighting Just to Win
03:34
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Yeah, we've all been lonely, thought what the hell should we do?
Can I ask you a question? Did I mean a fucking thing to you?
Why are you dragging me through this, broken down charade?
Just take a closer look and you'll see you've got nothing to gain
That feeling’s good under my skin. I hate this place. Isn't it great? I feel as if I'm wearing thin
That feeling’s good, when we meet our skin. I fucking love this place. It's not so great
So, let's keep fighting just to win
That feeling’s long gone
I bit the bullet for much too long
Waiting for a change, while I'm blinded by my wishful ways
Can't you see that you've wronged me?
Yeah it happened in the worst of ways
Now there's nothing left of myself
Nothing left but this shame
That feeling’s good under my skin. I hate this place. Isn't it great? I feel as if I'm wearing thin
That feeling’s good, when we meet our skin. I fucking love this place. It's not so great
So, let's keep fighting just to win
Hold on now
Where do we go from here?
How do we change the way we feel?
Is there even life out there?
That feeling’s good under my skin. I hate this place. Isn't it great? I feel as if I'm wearing thin
That feeling’s good, when we meet our skin. I fucking love this place. It's not so great
So, let's keep fighting just to win
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I’ve been thinking too much lately, that my baby's gone and maybe
I could rest my weary head and let her go, but we all acting crazy on the days the moon is lazy
I can’t seem to let that one fuckin’ go
Up on that old whiskey shelf where there's a bottle that stares me down
And I can't figure out what it's trying to say
Well I know this
It was wrong and babe you are, well, sometimes you're right and I've done wrong
I’d love to make it right
I’ve done wrong
I just can’t seem to get it right
Peace and quiet lately, comes with a price baby
They’ll just sacrifice a finger with my knife
Yea I'm taking down that old whiskey shelf
Cut my hand on the bottle that scared me out of my shell and broke my trust against this world
We could run and hide and I’m not gonna act surprised
When you sneak up right behind me with my knife
Tell me a few more times
Cause babe u know
That my mind is sinking real low with the patterns in the clouds and the night is on its way
But we haven't found our ground. I've done wrong
I just can't fucking get it right
Up on that ol’ whiskey shelf... up on that ol’ whiskey shelf
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Calling Hours
05:43
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You had to fly so high, but you never touched back down
You were gone so young and nothing, but your memories remains
We read the news today, oh boy
It’s never good, it’s always bad
Life goes on and I won’t forget
This shit will never be forgotten
For this I say it’s true
Yeah, the pain hides deep inside, along with all this sorrow just for you
We read the news today, oh boy
It’s never good, it’s always bad
Life goes on and I won’t forget
Now don’t wake up
For the rest of my days, I’ll say just one more time
I can’t get this god damn van to start up
Who is taking count?
What’s the score this time?
We read the news today, oh boy
It’s never good, it’s always bad
Life goes on and I won’t forget
Well you better face the facts
The supports will never hold the weight
The paint is peeling off the walls
So, bang the god damn drum and say ok
We read the news today, oh boy
It’s never good, it’s always bad
Life goes on and I won’t forget
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The Winner
03:51
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It’s a bit early in the day to be feeling this way
I wanna run right to the sound of the thunder
I wanna plan against the will of the upper hand
He was looking for the man who had done him wrong
When he catches up with him he's gonna put him in the ground
He'll sit up in his chair like a king in a throne
There's a longing in the air for a love that we had known
We sit around wasting time
Trading off one bad habit for another
Don't you worry little darling, I'll be spilling out that door one way or another
It was do or die at this point and there wasn't much more we could pick up from the road
So, we packed up all our bags, broke our trail off
Yeah, we packed it on up and headed right home
Yeah, she's praying for a break in the stormy weather
Just trying to get all her evil thoughts together
It's a damn crying shame to see her mind go to waste
But every single day she’s caught up in the race
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6. |
Chopping Block
03:45
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Well I woke up sore this morning from trying to beat it into my head
Spent my every waking hour last year making sense of the living dead in my closet
In my closet
The plan back fired in my hands and now
I’m dragging my feet once again to the sound of the waves that mess your head
I need a good plan
Don’t you go worrying about how much time you got left in the world
Or who you’re leaving behind
Ya gotta grab the bullet and take the lead in the line
Cause were never, ever gonna die
There’s a hazardous breeze in the air tonight
The rain jammin on the window sounds just right and time is just standing still
I feel frozen to this window sill
Give me a break I’m looking to kill some time
Don’t you go worrying about how much time you got left in the world or who you’re leaving behind
Ya gotta grab the bullet and take the lead in the line
Cause were never, ever gonna die
All his socks got holes in them and so do his shoes
He still struts around these parts with nothing better to lose
He’s a dust cloud
He’s a massive heart attack and he’s broken down all the brick walls
And he’s bent back all the steel bars
Don’t you go follow in his tracks
Cause he’ll take you down, down through the land of the dead
He’ll show you what life is like without all your friends
If you see the man lend him a hand
If you see him, won’t you give him a hand?
Push him back down in the end
Don’t you go worrying about how much time you got left in the world
Or who you’re leaving behind
Ya gotta grab the bullet and take the lead in the line
Cause were never, ever gonna die
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Allentown Punx
02:36
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I met up with an old friend down near an old street sign
He said to bring the whiskey boy and I'll bring the wine
I asked him why’d you do it man?
Why’d you stab him in the back?
He said to never mind on that, let’s get this back on track
That's when we fought for the war
We fought for the rain
We fought for everything
Ya know it goes away
That's how we sing it
The smoke was hanging heavy in the air that night
So, we went down to the corner store and had ourselves a bite
Yeah, we drank a bunch of beers
We watched ourselves a fight
That was the very last time that we tried to get it right
That's when we fought for the war
We fought for the rain
We fought for everything
Ya know it goes away
That's how we sing it
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Guttertheft
03:48
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Feels like I'm lost in the crowd
I'll float with the melody and I’ll sink with the sound
It's all so overwhelming to me
We live our whole lives at the cost of liberty
With the tyrants, the pirates, and the government thieves
You know all your poetry is fake and you are the spitting image of this state
I picked up on your foul scent from here
It's making me Ill
I want to head right to the trees and hide
With the tyrants, the pirates, and the government thieves
Right there in plain view to see
This is the path and it was chosen for me
With the tyrants, the pirates, and the government thieves
Drifting’s the only way out
There's far too much to leave behind
Wish you could see me now
All my fuel tanks are dried up
And the moneys run out with no place left to hide
From the tyrants, the pirates, and the government thieves
From the tyrants, the pirates, and the government thieves
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Hunger for Thirst
02:32
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We'll go our separate ways again and clear the land of foreign friends
Go our separate ways again and rise against the odds
Go our separate ways again and clear the land of foreign friends
Go our separate ways again and sleep with disregard
Give me all your rent money and drown me in your beer
If I ever get to heaven, I'll be singing all these tears
The days I feel right and clean are too few and far between
And there's a story to be told about all the world
All the people have their hands in everyone's gold
All the people have their hands in my gold
All the while try to mend their ways and make some ends meet
But these wounds are getting to thick for me to find my way
Go our separate ways again and clear the land of foreign friends
Go our separate ways again and rise against the odds
Go our separate ways again and clear the land of foreign friends
Go our separate ways again and sleep with disregard
Give me all your poverty and make it fucking clear, if we ever get our riches
We'll never make it out of here alive
Oh well
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10. |
Brutal
00:03
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11. |
Blood of the Coin
04:26
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I’ll never regret a minute spent raising my glass with you
For it’s the blood of the coin and we bleed it through and through
From family ties and untold lies, brothers we’ve become
It doesn’t matter if you’re black or white or the background you’re coming from
It’s the blood of the coin
It’s in the few and the proud
It’s deep within our roots and we like to sing it loud
Here’s a toast to all of us who choose to be true
So, raise em up, raise em high
This one’s just for you
Sitting around the camp fire singing that ol’ drinking song
And I’m thinkin’ to myself, this is right where I belong
We come from both near and far
It’s a bond that we all share
You’ll always have somewhere to run and know that we care
It’s the blood of the coin
It’s in the few and the proud
It’s deep within our roots and we like to sing it loud
Here’s a toast to all of us who choose to be true
So, raise em up, raise em high
This one’s just for you
We stick together no matter what, through the thick and the thin
We’ll take our secrets to the grave from each and every sin
Stay out of trouble is what they said
But we never knew what that meant, but we raised some hell and had some fun
That was time well spent
It’s the blood of the coin
It’s in the few and the proud
It’s deep within our roots and we like to sing it loud
Here’s a toast to all of us who choose to be true
So, raise em up, raise em high
This one’s just for you
From many friends we unite and together we shall be
The family tree keeps growing as far as the eye can see
There’s no place I’d rather be on that you can bet
So here’s to the nights I’ll never remember with the friends I’ll never forget
It’s the blood of the coin
It’s in the few and the proud
It’s deep within our roots and we like to sing it loud
Here’s a toast to all of us who choose to be true
So, raise em up, raise em high
This one’s just for you
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