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Cursed Exile
02:16
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dad was buried in his leather jacket
all night long I danced on his grave
caught by the preacher the undertaker
bribed a sheriff to get away
O cursed exile
fell in love with a necromancer
wasted all my holiday pay
she left me for a topless dancer
said she needed "livelier prey"
O cursed exile
bought a car parked it on the ocean
julian was my only friend
kept his stash in a purple bandana
it's fun until the cops bust in
O cursed exile
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I chanced upon a feral sister
smoking a sidewalk cigarette
she drew me a map of the city
on a barroom serviette
cryptic as a mason she whispered
"if you read the map right
"I'll meet you at my fathers grave
"next friday night"
I follow her map of the city
my feet and my headphones are broke
and it's been ten long years
since I heard a new joke
in the smoke in the headlights
on the wrong end of the night
I might not ever get home
I might not ever get right.
she's the bright half of the strobe light
me I'd dead black
doubles in the mind split in time
follow deaf dumb blind
I chanced upon a feral sister
gave me something thought I'd never get
she drew me a map of the city
on a barroom serviette.
followed the twisted chickenscratch lines
drifting further from home
I dream of her stoner eyes
heaven reflected on chrome
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3. |
Game With No Rules
02:46
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bleached moon torn from a skeleton
rented rooms private rebellions
daybreak dumptruck still drunk blues
the ghost of sheets she's looking for her shoes
it's the game with no rules
sweet and confused 9/10th's used
but like that bottle I won't be refused
changed my MO my christian name
but in the cult of strangers we all look the same
I just tilt my wings
I just pack my things
ubermensch underground product of experiment
spilling wine in an incense tenement
bless the road so long so black
that brought me here that'll bring me back
it's the game with no rules
I just tilt my wings
I just pack my things
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4. |
Cousin Larry
03:24
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at larry's the drugs are hard
turn the sun to splinter the moon into shards
at larry's how will it stop
I get scared someone will call the cops
it's scary to find out who you really are
larry plucks an untuned guitar
got liquor in the jar dogs in the yards
at larry's turn out all the lights
lock all the doors stay up all night
it's scary to find out who you really are
take care of yourself
I know you don't
take care of yourself
I know you won't
at larry's half-dead half-buried
the cross that you swallowed is the cross that you carried
at larry's how will it stop
I get scared that larry is a cop
it's scary to find out who you really are
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