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The Grand Design
03:52
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Delusion.
Misconception.
A whisper told and left unproven.
The art of the steel is to expose fear.
And the dollars appear.
The dollars appear.
The Grand Design
It’s all in your head
Conviction.
Contradiction.
Independent mind to pass the time.
Improbability an easy equation
Moralities favoured.
Morality…..
The Grand Design
It’s all in your head
The Grand Design
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2. |
Street Light
04:29
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The air a damp aroma.
A taste of dirty water.
Farewelled performer.
I’m comin back and I’m comin back and
I click my heels and away I go, the dial turns red on the radio.
The street light, it burns tonight.
I click my heels and away I go. I know..
Now I’m running and I’m running
Gotta keep up the pace.
When the cries are over.
A flashing telephone.
Violent and sombre
I tried my best, yeah I tried my best as
I clicked my heels and away I ran, you never took the time to understand.
That street light, it burned the night.
I clicked my heels and away I ran. Understand.
Now I’m running and I’m running
Gotta keep up the pace.
Now I’m running
And now I'm Running
Running
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3. |
Old Long Johnson
03:59
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Old long Johnson
He's been playing on his
Old don piano
Time been ticking
But his tickers thicker
Than a cowboy rodeo
He only needs a second to rock
A second to roll
He's taken a shot
He's ready to go
Taken a shot and he's ready to go.
Long John Silver
Tries to take it over
But, Long Johnnys saying No.
Old Long Johnson
Grabs his accordion
Brings the show to the road
Why my eyes
Long Johnnys legend shocks
The biggest names in modern rock.
Hes ready to roll and rock his
Don Piano
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4. |
Bury the Neck
03:57
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The storms a looming, the day turns to night
Chivalry is dead and so am I
This conversation is my complication
As heads start to roll and minds are mistaken
Dirty Bottom Dollar Boy
Hedging your bets, on prior regrets
Bury the neck
Mistook or mistake, the vile and depraved
Bury the neck
The storms a looming, the days turn to nights.
Chivalry is dead and so am I
And in your haste you must have misplaced
Your faith in me because I’m barely awake
Dirty Bottom Dollar Boy
Hedging your bets, on prior regrets
Bury the neck
Mistook or mistake, the vile and depraved
Bury the neck
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5. |
Tequila Song
03:07
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This mighty evil doesn’t shock me
In fact it really kinda rocks me
Do you think you really wanna you stop me?
I kiss your face, I love your ways
The end is nigh, and I'm coming
And i’m dry, but im buzzing
To lick and sip and suck away
On this night I waste away.
Evil ways
Well you know its bitter taste
Now I’m screaming in your face
Oh you know and love its Evil, evil ways
The spires falling, still I’m climbing
Past the embers, to the fire
That once was burning our desires
I am my own agenda
The trains a rolling
I missed my stop, but who cares, cause I’m on top.
As I burn that midnight oil
I churn inside I waste, I spoil.
Evil ways
Well you know its bitter taste
Now I’m screaming in your face
Oh you know and love its Evil, evil ways
Now we all should fear the dead
Just leave the lions in their beds, to sleep again
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6. |
High School Strings
04:04
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Take tests to digest none of this
In dolled up prison walls.
I’m uniformed, but won’t conform
Cause I refuse to be a drone.
Playing, those high school strings
Take tests to digest none of this
In regulated shit
A cigarette pressed against my lips
The only joy that I possess
Playing, those high school strings
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7. |
Monroe
04:13
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I melt into my bed .
The day is too long, for me.
As I try to rest my head.
The devil grabbed my hand. ..
Unable to fight or flee or shake that awful sprite
I kneel down.
I tried to rest my head.
The devil grab my hand.
I took a walk today.
I Sat on my own grave.
Then kindly walked away.
I melt into my head.
The sun is too bright to see.
Walk the path of devil’s breath.
This is how I drown.
But, whores and snakes and daggers cannot tempt me to anymore
I stand up.
Dust the dirt from myself.
This ghost ain’t given up.
I took a walk today.
I Sat on my own grave.
Then kindly walked away.
I’ve laid amongst the heathens at the bottom of the pole.
Wrestled with my demons and then let them take a hold.
Manifested pleasure when I only wanted pain.
Sold my soul to devils and then kindly walked away.
I ain’t no Saint, I am barely a man.
Strong as those before me, yet I’m weaker when I stand.
I ain’t no Saint.
Barely a man.
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8. |
Party Pete
03:57
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I’ve drunken the bar out of Whiskey.
Feeling fine, got a pocket full of nines.
I traded my sight for blur and night.
Where my soul is heavy and my style is fine.
Stand straight put my hands in my pocket
Now passed the guard and I'm ready to rock it.
Order me some Rum.
Some people stop me, try to give me their advice.
Hell no, im on my own.
I’m Party Pete and I'm ready to roam.
The bars are closing and I got to be gone.
Got to keep my party metre peeking.
Maintain the fever, maintain release
Say "bye" to sense and “Hello” to ‘disturb the peace’.
Stand straight put my hands in my pocket.
The Police are now gone and Im ready to rock it.
All on my own.
Some people stop me, try to give me their advice.
Shut up, give me your phone.
I'm Party Pete and I'm making a call.
Dialing your number.
Pick up your phone.
I want to tell you how much that I miss you.
I want to tell you that I’m coming home.
Stand straight put my hands in my pocket.
Bloodied and battered and ready to rock it.
Why wont you give a dog a bone?
Some people don’t like me.
But they misunderstand.
I'm Party Pete, and you’re not.
I'm Party Pete and I want to rock.
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9. |
The Great White Myth
06:01
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Apex, I am the predator.
Zenith of my time.
Lord of ocean paradise.
Then man released their steel Wolves.
Destroyed my haunt and victuals.
They take and they take, the great white myth is washed away.
Apex, I was the predator.
Zenith of my time.
Lord of ocean paradise.
Then man released their steel Wolves.
Destroy my haunt and victuals.
They take and they take, the great white myth is washed away.
Hunters come and steal my oceans.
Cage me till I’m long forgotten.
Hunters come and steal my ocean, cage me till I’m long forgotten.
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