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The ballad of Jesse Rum
03:58
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The ballad of Jesse Rum would spoil all his fun
stole the ecstasy, the pills of Billy Green
Had offered him a job, the cooking firy stove
but Jesse had a thing for Billy's turpentine
You always wanted more
you spit my face like a whore
you always try to be
above the others, you pig
When Jesse got on the run, Billy reached for his gun
and rode his rusted jeep, into the night so deep
Chased him like a dog, until the sun was down
when Jesse fell on his knees, he knew it was destiny
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2. |
Sometimes
04:22
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Started out before a couple of years
but now it's ten times up the number of fears
would you mind, would you care
would you laugh, would you cry?
little, little maybe towards the end
taste the bitter or maybe start to pretend
would care, would you fall,
would you try, would you cry?
steady picture, maybe steady for you
keep it grinding, keep it twisting for you
would you mind, would you care
would you laugh, would you cry?
Sometimes you can watch the rain
Sometimes it keeps on pouring pain
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Wired
04:00
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Whisper and whisper, my friend
the end is so near
searching for answers, my friend, yet questions your fear
would you mind all that you're trying to find?
are you blind? Waiting to fall inside
Would really matter?
Now that you're gone
all that could happen
as you dance, and then you go home
tasting and raging, my friend
you think you are broke
salted and rated, my friend, you know you feel cold
would you try all that it feels so wired?
would you bide all that remaining time?
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4. |
Wound
02:36
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Once I had an open wound
it bled all day, from night 'till noon
Salt I rubbed to keep it bright
and vinegar for sweet delight
Worms of white I let them climb
and taste the sorrow it revived
Scarlet splinter deep it root
and stank all over like a hoof
Scarlet wound, punctured wound
colonized, to shine and bloom
Pulled the martyr, made him cry
scraped the skin and sneaked inside
And so like this, it got me through
years of sadness, days of gloom
and now it festers in the dark
and keeps me strolling with a park
But I got tired, I grew dim
want to peel it off my skin
and so I crawled the kitchen floor
and begged forgiveness like a dog
Scarlet wound, punctured wound
Colonized, to shine and bloom
Pulled the martyr, made him cry
scraped the skin and sneaked inside
Kept on begging
Cracked and mourned
then I poured iodium
Kept on cleaning
rinced the sore
cauterized and it was done
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Child
02:51
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Listen up, my child
what's you're trying to be?
Listen up, my wild
What is it you forseek?
Head Pa, Destra
Kravma Anga
Led you up in high
find the sources that be
Anytime a while
you'll become what you seek
Head Pa, Destra
Kravma Anga
Spitting out the vile
don't just wait to believe
yet another slide
just keep floating to be
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Amber of never
04:59
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You're burning with fever
the amber of never
while feeding the anger
I'll meet you through never
Head haunted endeavour
heart beating the devil
you reached out, so clever
now paying the debt, no
Pictures of demons drown and afloat
flying around with a touch from above
Casting their icons of dream piercing dogs
of what is about to come forward and fall
Tender the souls we curse and we hold
punish the murder, yet reach out for stones
If Cain was abducted and waiting on shore
Cast all the vile ones the sand and the rocks
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7. |
Carter (to join Ken)
03:30
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Carter stands at a distance
Click drops, films roll
Pipe running taped to the driver's side window
"I'm really, really sorry
The pain of life overrides the joy
to the point that joy does not exist
depressed...without phone...money for rent...money for child support
money for debts...money...
I am haunted by vivid memories
of killing corpses and anger and pain
of starving or wounded children
of trigger-happy madmen
often police
of killer executioners
I have gone to join Ken
If I am that lucky"
Boy, girl crawls, survives
Bird flies away
Kevin dies
Boy survives, Kevin dies, Kevin dies
Bird will fly, boy survives, Kevin dies
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