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Scabby the Clown
00:50
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2. |
Dumbentia
02:37
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In the Woods
03:36
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I'm a slave to the situation
I've got no time for thought or restraint
Take a chance on a provocation
And if you feel me there's a place we can stay
And it makes no difference if its wrong or if its right
We can stray from the beaten path, far from city light
We can strut through the bone yard, we can moan all through the night
My life just ain't as it seems, so I keep living my dreams
Way Back in the Woods
Way Back in the Woods
I can sense your first hesitation
Make no mistake I've got no one at home
So if you feel me and my invitation
Come sit beside me there's a place we can go
And it makes no difference if its wrong or if its right
We can stray from the beaten path, far from city light
We can strut through the bone yard, we can moan all through the night
My life just ain't as it seems, so I keep living my dreams
Way back in the woods
Way back in the woods
Way Back, Way Back
(Ah take me back)
My life just ain't as it seems, so I keep living my dreams
Way back in the woods
Way Back in the Woods
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4. |
Fair Weathered Friend
04:00
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Like a bird flies straight to a warmer land
I don't see no difference between a bird or you man
You're leaving me high, you're leaving me dry, so dry
You're bringing me water, when I'm asking for wine
You're running away so soon, what you trying to do?
I ask for relief and soon, but you're at your end, won't be seen again
My fair weathered friend
You don't wanna stay, till the race been run
Then you hide in the shadows, till you can see that I've won
You hold out your hand, you tell me your plan, your plan
When I ask for your favor, I get a face full of sand
You're running away so soon, what you trying to do?
I ask for relief and soon, but you're at your end, won't be seen again
My fair weathered friend
You're running away so soon, what you trying to do?
I ask for relief and soon, but you're at your end, won't be seen again
My fair weathered friend
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5. |
Ill Deliberation
04:18
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The circumstances take you somewhere that you've never been
The doubt you have within it reaches to your skeleton
Now you're praying for something,
Now you're praying for something, you don't know
The world is calling but the fool in you won't let it in
Back to the table that you labeled you return again
Now you're praying for something
Now you pray to the son
Try and wrap your mind around a thing or two
Its a daily altercation
The world is so absurd, theres nothing you can do
Its an ill deliberation
Try and wrap your mind around a thing or two
Its a daily altercation
The world is so absurd, theres nothing you can do
Its an ill deliberation
You waste your time, you wreck your mind, sometimes on how to
dress
It makes no difference how you spin it when it is a mess
Now you're praying for something,
Now you're praying for something, you don't know
You organize your lies to show them all the very best
Then you go running for the label just like all the rest
Now you're praying for something,
Now you pray to the son
Try and wrap your mind around a thing or two
Its a daily altercation
The world is so absurd, theres nothing you can do
Its an ill deliberation
Try and wrap your mind around a thing or two
Its a daily altercation
The world is so absurd, theres nothing you can do
Its an ill deliberation
Try and wrap your mind around a thing or two
Its a daily altercation
The world is so absurd, theres nothing you can do
Its an ill deliberation
Try and wrap your mind around a thing or two
Its a daily altercation
The world is so absurd, theres nothing you can do
Its an ill deliberation
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6. |
Mamacita
04:42
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7. |
Just the Same
03:25
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So pleased to meet another one like you
You aim to please in everything you do now
Too blind to see your life is not your own
You'll gladly sing another person's song
Go get it, you want it, just the same
I wanna show you
Get back, attack don't let it throw you
I wanna show you
Just hold the line I'm running by you
Come get it, you got it, just the same
So pleased to meet you on your way back down
The noise it makes is a familiar sound now
It makes no difference going up or down
Pick up the tempo and we'll run this town
Go get it, you need it, just the same
I wanna show you
Get back, attack don't let it throw you
I wanna show you
Just hold the line I'm running by you
Come get it, you got it, just the same
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8. |
Long Way Back
03:39
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You always think your mind can go a little further
No way to notice how to make your way back
You make the best of a potential situation
A way to make when you're running out of track
But its a long way back when you're in the situation
No time to waste you gotta get em' what they lack
Yeah its a long way back ain't no time for hesitation
I tried to tell ya it's a long way back....
To love a child is just the sweetest form of torture
No way to notice how to make your way back
You make the best of a peculiar situation
You didn't notice that the latter was a fact
But its a long way back when you're in the situation
No time to waste you gotta get em' what they lack
Yeah its a long way back ain't no time for hesitation
I tried to tell ya it's a long way back....
But its a long way back when you're in the situation
No time to waste you gotta get em' what they lack
Yeah its a long way back ain't no time for hesitation
Don't let em fool ya it's a long way back....
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9. |
Blues for Jesus
04:11
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I ain't drawing no conclusions, cuz I've never been an artist
Your verdict keeps your throat warm but it bears no weight
upon us
You been sneaking around, trashing up the place
WEll I hope that you find Jesus and not that warmer place
I aint jumping any guns now cuz i've never been a
marksmen
You're looking for the high ground just to hide away your
own sins
You've been putting it down, way down in the ground
Well I hope that you find Jesus and don't wind up
underground
I ain't throwing any stones now cuz I've never been an
athlete
You'd sacrafise another just to make your life feel complete
You can spread it around, put them in their place
Well I hope that you find Jesus and not that warm embrace
Well I ain't solving any problems cuz I've never been a
healer
But of course you've got the answer and there's no way
you'll conceal it
You've been laying it down, such an easy sell.
Well I hope that you find Jesus so I won't see you in Hell
Well I hope that you find Jesus so I won't see you in Hell
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This is a mans world
This is a mans world
But it would be nothing,nothing
Without a women or a girl
You see, man made the car
To take us over the road
To carry the heavy load
Man made the electric light
To take us out of the dark
Man made the boat for the water
Like noah made the arc
This is a mans,mans,mans world
But it would be nothing, nothing
Without a women or a girl
Man made the train
Man thinks about little bitty baby girls and baby boys
Man make them happy
Cos man make them toys
And after man make everything
You know that man makes money
To buy from other man
Everything he can
But it would be nothing, nothing
Without a women or a girl
He's lost in the wilderness
This is a mans world
Not one little thing
He's lost in bitterness
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11. |
One More Nail
04:30
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Don't knock me, don't stop me girl you know I need a runaway
Cuz I can't stand this feeling alone
Don't knock me, don't stop me girl you know I need to hideaway
Cuz I can't stand this feeling at home
You can make me do it...you stick it right to it
To my coffin, To my coffin, one more nail in the coffin
In the coffin, one more nail brother
Don't knock me, don't stop me girl you know you better runaway
Cuz you been stepping and doing me wrong, no doubt
Don't knock me, don't stop me girl you know you need to hideaway
Cuz you been singing that same old song, no doubt
But you can make me do it....there's really nothing to it
To my coffin, To my coffin, one more nail in the coffin
Getting it on in a coffin, one more nail brother
Grave digger says to get in line
Take a number i'll be right on time
She took your soul and left the rest for me
So get a load of your destiny
In the coffin, in the coffin, one more nail in the coffin
Getting it on in the coffin, one more nail brother
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12. |
So Long
04:01
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Hey You, You better stop it
Before the rest of us are forced to try and top it
By design, you're doing fine
You're just wasting our time
On the road or in the sky
I'm forced to listen to the shit you keep inside
By design, you tow a line
You're just wasting our time
No I don't understand you, no I can't even stand you
No I don't understand why you been taking So Long
No you don't understand me, no you can't even see me
No I don't understand why you been taking So Long
So long......so long....
Play your game, pass the blame
Try to prove to us that you are not the same
By design, you're doing fine
You're just wasting our time
You begin to speak of sin, to smell your breath i think you're rotten
from within
By design, you tow a line
You're just wasting our time
No I don't understand you, no I can't even stand you
No I don't understand why you been taking So Long
No you don't understand me, no you can't even see me
No I don't understand whey you been taking So Long
So long......so long....
No I don't understand you, no I can't even stand you
No I don't understand why you been taking So Long
No you don't understand me, no you can't even see me
No I don't understand whey you been taking So Long
So long......so long....
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