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Right Hand
04:13
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When discretion falls out of place
That’s when enough is enough
When there is just no accounting for taste
That’s when enough is enough is enough
Havin’ a real fun time feeling super suicidal?
Hollywood Babylon next to The Holy Bible
When excuses cease to exist
That’s when enough is enough
When the colors just spill from the wrist
That’s when enough is enough is enough
Havin’ a real fun time feeling super suicidal!
Hollywood Babylon next to The Holy Bible
Left hand- It’s nothing personal
Right hand- It’s something personal
Left hand- It’s nothing personal
Right hand- You fucking bet it’s personal!
Love tonight is dead inside
Inside, aside
MD
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Ditch
04:17
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Everything we say is so sincere
We say anything just to hear those words
Anything- I must insist
You're my latest fix
Everything you want to know-
When you get to that plateau-
Who cares?!
We'll dig a ditch and dive right in!
We permit anything
We write these words just to have something to sing
We allow anything
I speak aloud just to bring these words to life
Everything you want to see-
When you voice of broken dreams-
Who cares?!
We'll dig a ditch and bury it!
MD
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Small Town Killings
03:31
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Don’t you tell me
“You’ll never see her again”
It’s all come down to this
It’s all come down
It was your first mistake giving me no choice, putting me in the corner
300 Aspen Grove, where nothing grows, is where you’ll find me
You throw your stones, I’ll catch each one, and then we’ll pack and go out sailing
As far as the crow flies in high tide, we’ve set our sights on heaven
I’m not the only one- my sins are less than seven
Father, Mother, Sister, Brother
Mother, Brother, Sister, Father
Brother, Father, Sister, Mother
Father, Mother, Sister, Brother
Shot- Shot- Shot- Shot-
Cliff Lake Road in a cement mixer
For days now, no one’s left their buildings
Held gun point with the one you love
God bless us, each and every one
MD
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War
04:53
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The sky's gone out, and as for you
You won't be affording that luxury soon
A different color tape for a different lighting trace
Forensics peel your eyelid slingshot
"You look a little sick, you look a little lost"
Cast-Iron works
As do mortar bricks and slabs of concrete
For what it's worth
I'd still believe
In being used, and so hard
I can't stand abuse half-hearted
Excess in glands in flight
Don't expect tender lips on your hand outstretched
Oh My
Oh My, the Night Sky
The mane of splinters
The napes end
A lightless cellar
Loveless
Matchbook Empire
Lords of Shit
Oh My
Oh My, the Night Sky
In a tower watched one still night
As bridges caught by single sparks ignite
MD
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