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Why?
04:09
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Baby baby baby
Well I'm trying not to mold you
But sometimes when I hold you I pry
And maybe maybe maybe
You're sorry but I told you
They're symptoms of the old you that won't die
I don't know why
Why?
Baby baby baby
Well I'm trying not to be you
But sometimes when I see you I hide
And maybe maybe maybe
I'm sorry but I told you
If you need me to I'll show you and you might
I don't know why
Why?
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Sacrificial Mothers
02:58
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They begged me not to go
But I'm a stubborn schmo
The fruit was hanging low
The time was right to harvest into the night
To starve just wouldn't be right - so I tried
It's eerie in these walls
There's skeletons and skulls
They all are missing jaws
I climb through mold
I step over nuggets of gold
A treasure somebody stole - now it's mine
Maybe I should stop for a drink?
There's water leaking out of the sink
There's poison dripping out of my teeth
My eyes - a million flies - a million souls
I ate my first born son
His father's on the run
A woman needs her fun
The rest I left - I guess they're starving to death
Breathing their last breaths but I'm fine!
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Swings His Tail
03:56
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There's a sweet old dying woman
They made her carry on long after she was gone
And there's a mean old crippled man
He was crippled very young
But you wouldn't know it if he sung
I want to be free
I want to live life like a flea;
Ride off into the sunset on a dog
But the Devil won't let me be
He always swings his tail at me
I thought I had him beat but I was wrong
I want to be free
Don't let him get to me
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Conscience
04:23
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Conscience so deep - you throw a penny in, you won't hear a peep
Conscience so deep - you'd be shoveling for about a week
Conscience so deep - you need two brave souls and a submarine
Conscience so deep - I feel the flames of hell - I hear the Devil weep
Conscience so deep - I can't sleep
It's unnatural
Conscience so deep - I get the creeps
It's supernatural
Have mercy on me my lord!
Am I supposed to be unfazed by the ways that the universe sways?
Well, I'm having a hard time man!
Conscience so deep - you can see into where your secrets keep
Conscience so deep - you need two still hands and some surgery
Conscience so deep - you need two brave souls and a submarine
Conscience so deep - I feel the flames of hell - I hear the Devil weep
No - you won't understand
I gave you my faith, my wisdom, my patience
I gave you my hand
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Time for me to cross
Stepping through the moss
Where dew had left a gloss
It's time for me to cross
Lights will lead the way
A car putting on it's brakes
The sound a tire makes
Lights will lead the way
You'll be there soon if you talk to the man in the moon
It's not far to the yuppie in the foreign car
It's quite a trek if you ask the old man with the broken neck
Blocking the way for you
Life is such a gas
Some drink to make it pass
And all others drive too fast
Life is such a gas
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Two Families
03:16
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"I've seen some things you wouldn't believe
I've watched two families lose their sons
And we laid flowers on their graves
But flowers wilt and mowers run"
"You need to get yourself some sleep"
Well I think you should practice what you preach
You're always telling me
"You look so tired.
You should be dead on your feet."
Well I think you should practice what you preach
And you're always telling me
"I've seen some things you wouldn't believe
I've watched two families lose their sons
And we laid flowers on their graves
But flowers wilt and mowers run"
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I don't wanna be a king
I'm a poor old soul from the sparring ring
Where I fought my way through hell
They kicked me still when they rang the bell
And the audience yelled for more
There was so much blood on the mopping floor
That the janitors took a swim
I held my breath - I wanna be like them
But
"Oh, my love - my child..."
A sweet round face with a certain grace smiled, and leaned in.
"Pick yourself up by your bootstraps, child, and beat them.
Fight to beat them!
Learn from your mistakes and try not to repeat them."
I don't wanna be a god
I'm a no good swine and I'm chewing sod
While the others are swatting flies
We hold no rites when a loved on dies
No, the farmer just loads the trough
It tastes so sweet but there's something off
It's dinner with my old friend
I'm laying down - I want to be like him
Hold me like a pig in a pen
I think I won't bite again?
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I'm just sick of the city folk calling me a hick
Because I'm walking through the holler with a stick
Yeah? You yuppie yups can swallow this stick
I'm not a hog - I don't squeal, I don't wallow in spit
No - I'm actually a capable soul
Born dirt poor in a mining hole
Where my mama gave up wishin' as she sat there in a kitschy little
Appalachian kitchen alone
Mama's little baby's got rocks in his head
He talks to the dead
Oh - but don't walk with his head low!
I've got too much pride
Wild, wonderful, and high
To let my spirit die
I get sauced and it comes at a hell of a cost
I burn all of the bridges I cross
I take the wrong path - get lost - when I wake up in the morning I'm covered in frost
No - I'm actually a capable soul
Born dirt poor in a mining hole
Where my mama gave up wishin' as she sat there in a kitschy little
Appalachian kitchen alone
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