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Standing Up
03:48
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Tomorrow I’ll start hanging my pants in the closet
Today I’ll just be locking these words up in a drawer
Maybe I’ll just fall asleep & not have to think about it
Maybe somehow we’ve won this private little war
If we only ever followed our heart we’d be lost without it
If we emulate the victim in distress what have we won
Any opinion may be valid up until you feel the need to shout it
Third brother of a father who never did want a son
If I’ve learned one thing for certain it’s that everybody’s got a story to tell
If you don’t want to know it just move along, it isn’t something that we’re trying to sell
All of your politics and your get-rich-quicks ain’t gonna help you once the power is cut
Once history has proven herself through with you we’ll have to bury all of you standing up
Now we all get along pretty well if you think about it
Until the finger-pointing starts & everybody is throwing stones
We’ve got hatred enough to last a lifetime, you continue to spout it
Through our tv screens, our laptops, and our cell phones
You know we all fall down every once in a while, what matters is the way you try to get up
Will you make yourself taller standing on someone’s back & grinding their face into the mud
Because we all really are each other even when we want to rip out each other’s hearts
And still there’s only so much room on the planet
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Runaround
03:39
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These days you’d better have a head on your shoulders
These days it really pays not to speak your mind
You could say she was an avid student of the human condition
So for her that everything was always gonna be fine
How much is it worth to you this fancy tissue paper?
What is the exchange rate on your soul?
How much is it again? How much is it again?
How much is it again? How much is it again?
What did they expect after twenty years of giving her the runaround
Now she’s carrying a gun around
Life is too cheap these days, all we can hear are tiny buzzing sounds
She’s gonna wear the crown
Get the party down
Carrying a gun around
I’ve taken beatings before but never one I couldn’t even see coming
I never tried to abandon something I had made
How much is it again? How much is it again?
How much is it again? How much is it again?
What did they expect after twenty years of giving her the runaround
Now she’s carrying a gun around
Life is too cheap these days, all we can hear are tiny buzzing sounds
She’s gonna wear the crown
Get the party down
Carrying a gun around
Now you keep on dropping hints, how you’re endlessly enthusiastic
For what tomorrow will bring, the day after that
You know that I...I’ve got to confess that I still just can’t see
How to ameliorate it at all, this weight on our shoulders is making us crawl
Without it we could be so fantastic and real
Ensuring no one again ever has to kneel
We all own it all, there’s really nothing to steal
The wealth of the world is available when
We learn to stop seeing each other as “them”
Just different factors in an equation
The variables are limitless
How aren’t you getting this?
Why aren’t you getting this?
Running around
Running around
Running around and around and around and around and around and around and around and around and around and around and around and around and around and around until we’re screaming out
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Kind of People
04:03
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I wonder if she ever wonders what I’m doing now
Does she drive to work with tears on her face
To face the emptiest face
A kind of echo in an overcrowded room
Which now sits vacant at best
Was there a child inside and did he wonder
Who we were and what we have become
He’ll toss a coin then crawl into his closet
We are the kind of people you were never warned about
Or ever looked into the eye
We are the kind of people you just never heard about
I see you’re starting to wonder
Tobacco stains my windows to blur
I’d try to clean them but I’m tired as hell
Is what we make here on Earth
When we start worrying about tomorrow
Seems as if we all have parts to play
Although I’m skeptical & often doubt it
Listening to every word you say
But what am I supposed to do about it
We are the kind of people that you never learned about
There’s nothing new beneath the sky
We are the kind of people you should be concerned about
Because we know the wheel of time
It keeps on turning and it’s coming right back around
Feel safe if you like, it won’t be too very long now
What you may see as just a limiting belief
Is more a safety net in case you get your claws stuck inside of me
I’ve lived in sin, now I’m living with regret
You’re skipping merrily along & treating people as pets
There is a place you’ve never been, in fact you couldn’t conceive
Until your eyes adjust you’ll never know the tapestry we weave
We are the kind of people you should spread the word about
When you fall back into the line
We are the kind of people you just act absurd about
I guess we’ll see you around sometime
We are kind of people
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Siren Sounds
03:52
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Sure, it feels good to have purpose
But lately I admit I’ve been in doubt
She said hey listen, we deserve this
Don’t lose your faith...don’t freak out
Of control may be the answer
No siren songs keep me sedate
So what do you think of your chances
Against voices in my head telling me how to hate
Ain’t never had the ear of Jesus
Too poor and dirty for his kind
Too intimate with diseases
Far too loose with what is mine
Got no time to wait for a savior
Right here and now I’lll make my stand
You never get what you pay for
Something you never seemed able to understand
Looking for the strength in my weakness
Maybe a good stout cudgel in my hand
Say I’m getting too big for my breeches
Somewhere in between monster and man
You’re pulling out your old disguises
I’m stubbing out my cigarette
Nefarious enterprises
In which you take over anything that you can get
What are we going to do now?
What are we going to do now?
What are we going to do now?
Without the cold, cold comfort of these siren sounds
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Higher Me
02:41
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I know you never did quite master patience (among all the other skills that you lack)
If you was to ask me, which you never would, I could tell you how to get your life back
Citing facts about damage to your cochlea, it really isn’t gonna hold up here
The damage done to the kid inside is so much deeper than whatever trauma that you may have taken to your ears
Take your time
Play for keeps
Bare in mind
Honey, talk is so cheap
I know you have a hard time making changes altering the course of what is your life
And you really are impressive in the things that you do, I’m not your father, mother, sister, brother, husband, or wife
I’m only trying to help if you’d but let me, I could show you my credentials I guess
The only wisdom I’ve got to share is try to be more aware, the signs you follow may be pointing over a cliff
Free your mind
Save your tears
Look inside
And strangle all your fears
Take your time
Learn to cheat
Take a ride
Remember talk is so cheap
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John's Dog
03:47
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Yesterday I walked by the place the General Motors auto plant once had been
The very same ones who swore up & down that our folks would have futures
Without a change of expression they stole those dreams back again
Concrete jungle atmosphere outside
Are your ears prepared to drink in a couple dozen brand new lies?
Even our children see right through the things that you say
Well fuck the future, man, how are we going to get by today?
But we are probably the ones
To turn this lunatic hayride around
We started swinging before we even hit the ground
We might be the ones
Yesterday we took another hill with only 37 men and women killed
You know the suits back home, they consider it a fair exchange
Another footnote in the abattoir of history
But we are probably the ones
To grin and watch it all come crashing to the ground
Bare our teeth and laugh at the frightened scurrying of the crowds
We might just be the ones
We are probably the ones
To gain a new perspective on our lives
But will we loosen our grip upon the reins or simply watch as all hope dies?
We’ve got to be the ones
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Traditions
02:14
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Christa has gone feral again
Janet’s on the floor
Caroline sits & calls for help
It doesn’t do much good anymore
Alice is just as sweet as pie n
To Don who sits & drools
Willie is so far gone now
He thinks his feces is a stool
Anna has been singing opera today
The past-time of a fool
Clyde says hi as I walk by
He seems to think we’re back at school
Marianne has skin like paper, but
Anita’s got her beat
LaJean once wore a back brace.
Now she’s strapped into her seat
All things considered, I guess we’re doing pretty well
Except for Bonnie and Marie, we haven’t seen them since they fell
At the end of the day, I know it could be so much worse than this
Back when my grandmother was at Evergreen she used to stink like week-old piss
There used to be an Ina
But now Salmon Jack is here
Roberta will take anything
She’s been that way all year
As long as Linda has her lemonade
I can go and do my job
This order is for Andrea
That order is for Bob
Joe says he hates tomatoes
But compliments my work
Luis can’t help but yell at Haley
I guess he’s just a jerk!
Like I said...all things considered, we’re really doing pretty well
It isn’t half as fun as cocaine was but at least this isn’t Hell
If you think about it, we still know how to shuck and jive
All your accomplishments boil down to this
No one gets out of here alive
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