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Basically Just A Rant
01:42
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Finally, we got rid of you
We don't want see your face again
Finally, we got rid of you
Time for you to bury your head in the sand
You know it's true, you know it's true
But, you just won't admit it
You know it's true, you know it's true
Time for you to give up the fight
Fearfully, false information
Constructions of conspiracy
Books translated for hatred
To Keep everything bleachy clean
no longer are the blood stains unseen
Now what is your problem with a
Human being living the truth that they feel?
It does not effect your life. In any way.
So why don't you go fuck yourself?!!
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2. |
Is This What You Wanted
02:14
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On and on you go
Spewing the same old bullshit as before
Why are we forced to listen to you?
Why are we forced to listen, Cause
I don't know what to say
But you're not realizing
That I don't know what to say
It leaves me defeated
Is this what you wanted? 4xs
Still going on and on
And we're still forced to listen to you
I feel encarserated by you
I feel imprisoned, Cause
I don't know what to say
But you're not realizing
That I don't know what to say
It leaves me defeated
AHHH....
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3. |
I’m Trying
02:14
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Can't hear what you're saying
Or, am I not listening to you
Going on about nothing at all
Is this story the one with the point
Going on about nothing at all
You should stop to take a breath
To hold on
I'm trying
To hold on
I'm trying
To hold on
I'm trying
To hold on til the end
Still going on about nothing at all.
Don't you notice I'm not listening 3x
You should stop to take a breath
To hold on
I'm trying
To hold on
I'm trying
To hold on
I'm trying
To hold on til the end
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4. |
Lighten Up
02:39
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5. |
40s On the Church Steps
02:35
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We drank 40s on the church steps
Pray to dog, the cops wouldnt show up
Same old shit, same old story,
City Life burned in my memories
An axe to grind, a mean demeanor,
Paddy wagon, a juvenile container.
You can try and explain it.
You can try.
But, I'll never believe it
There was a time, we were hopeful.
That just seems, so long ago
A drop of blood, a little of whiskey
All our scars, what a cliche
We move on, then we fall down
Up the resi. I hope that we all drown
We throw up. Smoke a cigarette
Rinse, lather and repeat the shit again.
If this all, is just a bad dream
Wake me up
I can't stand this
If this all, is just a bad dream
Wake me up
I can't stand this
You can try and explain it.
You can try.
But, I'll never believe it
You can try and explain it.
You can try.
But, I'll never believe it
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