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your small-town apathy and stupid hometown pride
they'll be the death of me, they're eatin me alive
I just wanna run away, but I'm not gonna drift
cos when the neighborhood burns down, we're all we got left
STICK THOSE PACKETS IN MY POCKETS
WALK ON OUT THE DOOR
AND LEAVE
then the bottles they fall down on driveways & lawns
we're suicide-bombing our own fuckin cause
now I'm hiding in a factory that used to pay me well
and I'm still manufacturing as if you couldn't tell
[JUST LET ME BUILD THESE DREAMS UP
TEAR ME DOWN
AND LEAVE] x2
sometimes I wanna go home but my home is burning down
from those trailer park fires & those crystalline clouds
I don't wanna grow old in what my home has become
it coulda been the beginning now it's already done
[it's already done] x3
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Somewhere in Evansville
03:23
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antlers dryin in the sun, I'm skinning squirrels in Sean Tahtinen's yard
smell of ammonia goes for miles, I just wanna know what heaven's like
I just wanna know what heaven's like
I couldn't get to heaven if I tried
I don't need to think clear to know I don't belong here
I just wanna know what heaven's like
now I'm Somewhere in Evansville, I kiss a journalist on her cheek
got me two 40s in one hand, suddenly everyone's yellin at me
"I love you when you're sober" he says
no one loves me these days
might be awake for the first time in ages
and I'll never get to heaven at this rate
now it's two years gone past, I'm back again in my own front yard
might finally know what heaven's like, but I'm not gonna try that hard
to know what heaven is like
cos I, cos I don't wanna die
I don't wanna die to find out what heaven's like
and that's the first time I've said that in my life
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Podium
03:21
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What monsters hide behind the corners of the night?
What monsters hide within the depths of our mind?
What evils will we have to face for this day?
What evils must we shield upon for our sake?
Well, we're treadin on & on for some kinda nerve,
for it to sport some kinda good to occur,
and yet we seem to dim out any outlet
that shines out the shadow of the silhouette.
We're chasin after sunsets, we're chasin after thrills.
We're chasin after pleasures and we're chasin after pills.
We're chasin ourselves, we're chasin ourselves,
we're chasin ourselves and it's servin us well.
Let us join & reconcile on the profligate,
let us void the ones who seem to pose as a threat.
Through tooth & nail we shall prevail, with precise detail,
and wipe out this abomination without any fail.
And for all of all our vanities, and all of all our flaws,
we fight, the battle rages on though often to our loss.
Yet we fight this war together, and surely when we win,
we'll rip ourselves to pieces so the fight can start again.
We're chasin after sunsets, we're chasin after thrills.
We're chasin after pleasures and we're chasin after pills.
We're chasin ourselves, we're chasin ourselves,
we're chasin ourselves and it's servin us well.
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Fortune-Telling Machine
02:36
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rescue me, go on and rescue me,
go on and rescue me from these locks & gallows
rescue me, go on and rescue me,
go on and rescue me from this fortune-telling machiiiiiiiine
cos these gears are grinding meeeeeee
and this steel's been blinding me
rescue me, we act so desperately,
no one's confessed to me how to hide from your wanting
your tarot cards all look like fake IDs
oh, let's eat our young in this fortune-telling machiiiiiiine
cos these gears are grinding meeeeeee
and this steel's been blinding me
rescue me, let's build a vanguard queen
her squeaking serpentine GO ON AND FUCK HER RUST HOLES
if we build this town by breakin bolts & screens
I'll throw up both my hands, this is just what happens to meeeeee
oh this is just what happens to meeeeeee
so go on let it happen
forgive us, please, for acting desperately
we love incestuously, we have for centuries
let's go back centuries, let's go back centuries
let's go back centuries to that fortune-telling machiiiiiiiine
that broken time machiiiiiiiiiine
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Three Seasons
04:48
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we've seen three seasons today
they say that the gold coast it won't never change
I find the fault lines in your face
I find the faults that baby we all need to face
but they say, but they say we won't never change
and they say, and they say maybe it's too late
you don't say, you don't say we could be so great
we could be so great
leaving regrets out west
and comin back and everything's the same
I heard that you been gettin clean
but I know that baby you ain't comin back to me
cos they say, cos they say I won't never change
and they say, and they say maybe it's too late
you don't say, you don't say we could be so great
we could be so grea-a-at
they think of us, they pray for us, without any faith
let's give ourselves up to the dust, bodies breathin air to waste
we'll hang ourselves out in the sun, we turn white til we burn
cos if I'm gettin burned I'll set myself on fire first
they think of us, they pray for us, without any faith
let's give ourselves up to the RUST, bodies breathin air to waste
we'll hang ourselves out in the sun, we turn white til we burn
cos if we're gettin burned I'll set us both on fire first
and they say, and they say damn I'm glad we've gotten away
from this place, from this place where nothin don't never change
so don't say, please don't say we could've been so great
we could've been so great
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