1. |
Creep Scene
02:25
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Is it enough to say she wasn't interested?
His face is sober while he's grinning ear to ear
But make no mistake, you can smell him when he's near
Save his pretty face from the penitentiary
Nobody make a scene
He wants a screw but he doesn't want blood
What's the crime if he gets what he wants?
Ask any man, he'll say "she looks alright to me"
Nobody make a scene, nobody make a scene
She wasn't interested
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2. |
hotracksuperstar
02:18
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Hey man, how've you been?
Straight faced with a limp
With corsets around white bones
Blind, stoned, and gutter-prone
Lobotomized with a grin
What doesn't go out comes in
If it doesn't come off it's skin
Hey man, who are you?
Go ahead, break on through
But if you want best laid plans for yourself
Then you don't want what I have to sell
Somebody get my gun
It's in the back where I keep my mind
I keep it cocked when I can't unwind
Now I'll permeate
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3. |
Unfree
01:03
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Tell the warden that I wish to stay
Chain me to my block where I'll decay
Cause I want to be unfree
Tell them that I'm wasted anyway
Fix me to my tree where I'll remain
Cause I want to be unfree
There's no other cell where I'd rather be
Tell them that it's just no world for me
Cause I want to be sleeping on a bed that's made of stone
Just as long as everybody knows
That I want to be unfree
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4. |
Leaders of Men
01:35
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We call them leaders of men
But no one looks under their skin
Splitting atoms with sleight of hand
We jump off and we hold hands
Now pick your prayers in style
While your thoughts can still save face
And if it's worth your while,
You might just win the race
The talking head behind the glow spoke softly with a sneer
Said "That's everything you need to know, that's all you need to hear"
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5. |
No Trick Pony
02:04
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You've got no mind but pay no mind, you'll go where I go
Play with fire but don't play with guns
You lived your life, you had your fun
When duty calls we'll reminisce
When duty calls remember this:
They say you've gotta have friends if you wanna survive
But you speak with a tongue that's paralyzed
You get yours and I get mine
Yeah, you've gotta have friends if you wanna survive
No trick pony don't know how to sing
They broke your bones and clipped your wings
No trick pony don't know how to dance
They sat you down and they tied your hands
No trick pony don't know how to fuck
You broke your crown now your out of luck
No trick pony don't know how to dance
No trick pony never had a chance
Cause you've gotta have friends if you wanna survive
You've gotta have friends if you wanna survive
But you speak with a tongue that's paralyzed
You get yours and I get mine
Yeah, you've gotta have friends if you wanna survive
No trick pony don't know how to dance
No trick pony never had a chance
No trick pony is alone again
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6. |
Elephant
01:29
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Burning cross, burning cross
No one wants to touch the burning cross
We add fuel to the flames that we lit ourselves
But no one wants to touch the burning cross
Burning cross, burning cross
Everybody wants a burning cross
We'll stick it in the ground and forget the hole
But everybody wants a burning cross
We're not friends
No, we're not friends
Yet we stand hand-in-hand around the burning cross
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