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HAHAHA
when I'm old I'm gonna be
the meanest son of a bitch
tobacco stinking, liquor poisoned
geriatric terrorist
Got my boots on, ready to go
before I die I'd like to see
this greatest show's final spectacle
the end of history
HAHAHA
something to be witnessed
something to be born
a burden and a dream
a theater of the scorned
will you be grist in the mill
of this thrashing wheel
or will you help me burn it down
and rebuild something
terrible and real
take my hand, strike the bargain
make the devil's deal
what can you do but laugh?
HAHAHA
nothing you can do in this
parody of history
but witness the malice
the cruelty and venality
of men in boxy suits
with a host of discrete medical issues
catheters and IBS
these are the men the world has told us
are the very best
it's all a joke I see that now
a meritocracy of clowns
the only proper cure for history
is to burn it to the ground
So much left to see
in the poverty of history
built for you and me
HAHAHA
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if it helps you to burn down to ash
just keep repeating nothing ever lasts
goodbye and god damn you
perma-fucked Minneapolis
where nothing's cool
not anymore
goodbye and goddamn you
goodbye and good riddance
goodbye and goddamn you
goodbye Minneapolis
I've been here longer than I ever meant to be
in five years you'll look back on yourself and think
what a fucking idiot
only now have I figured it out
five years after that
you'll be God's same fool, the same fool
tell me to my face about all the years I wasted
and I'll give you another song
let the black denim crowd sing along
everybody knows that love is short
and life is fucking long
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3. |
The Partisans
04:05
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At dawn's light
I left my roadside bed
Country of spies
Rumble of tank-treads
I take back roads
the dead will travel light
Just clothes on my back
and a load of dynamite
my comrades and I
We prefer war
We prefer war / and war all the time
Push the fascists
back beyond the ridge
myself I've tasked to
blow up Tully Bridge
Liberty or death
we travel on the road
soldiers terrorists
winter-blown petals
of a rose
I cannot stop
is it for me
for liberty, for land
without it
I don't know
who I am
Nothing quite like dynamite
I can see myself, the timer set
I'll be on the riverbank
I will pull the lever
watch Tully Bridge become
a cathedral of fire
Hear my comrades,
Hear our choir
Partisans forever
What a dull life
peace would be
What a dull, pointless life
peace would be
God damn to hell
all who cry peace
God damn forever
all who cry peace
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4. |
Cobwebs
01:48
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Email if you're interested in full lyrics
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fuck this song, just wait around
till a better one to come along
that's all life is, waiting, just waiting
for something to happen
she's the one, she's the one
unless I'm wrong
I spent my life waiting
for something to happen
we live as we dream: alone
they cry don't go, don't go
I'm waiting for the summer to end
I'm waiting to bid good riddance
to all my friends
I spent my life waiting
for something to happen
And I'll wait some more
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6. |
Serf's Song
03:22
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master of the house
was a well-liked man in town
he owned ten and fifty souls
and a golden crown
I was one such soul
born into my master's service
I bent my back to any task
all the work demanded of us
a tin samovar
a quiet life unlived
for all my pain and trouble
I did just what my master bid
my mother was a serf, my father too
and they did nothing but just what they'd
been told to
I would've been just like them
but one evening I met a strange man
he told me liberty was coming
all across the land
he gave me an iron blade,
placed it in my hand, told me
all I had to do was put my master
in his grave
master was a decent man
and I cut off the master's head
master was a decent man
and I cut off the master's head
what a grievous sin it was, to contemplate such an evil deed
and yet I could not get the thought from my head
the master's wife and children
why had they been born to love and life?
while I was just a piece of property
It wasn't for liberty I did what I did
it was not for freedom, it was not for money
I cut off the master's head
because I realized
I wanted to
I cut off the master's head
and buried it deep in the woods, and
though the czar's police caught me in the end
I'd do it all the same
I'd cut off the master's head again
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7. |
Real City Blues
03:54
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This one's kind of a b-side. Same lyrics from "Hit the Wall Again" on the prior album
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8. |
10.22 beat
01:59
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9. |
86'd Soul Attack Punk
03:33
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don't lose your nerve now boys
it's just a matter of breaking and entering
the course's set we're bound for death
86'd again
we believe in love and liquor Lyle's, that shining beacon on a hill
they've got a jukebox a DJ outback and
they always sell mysterious pills
I'll take a handful / commit my soul to the devil
he's a decent enough guy, just got a knack
for getting into trouble
86'd - 86'd again
don't know who we are, don't know where we been
86'd again
ONWARD! to the CC club, in these liquor slick streets, we've
somehow acquired a samurai sword
but we'll harm nothing but wicked men, cuz we've got
nothing but our word
they tried to bar us from the bar so we stole ourselves
three whiskey bottles, one of those blue crystal gin things as well
what's a little pain and loss
when you've come thru the fires of hell
this white guy with silver dreadlocks keeps telling me
he's gonna beat my ass and I say
you and whose army, scum of the earth?
all those who wish for peace in our time
peace in our time
you must defend yourself to the death
with whiskey trickery!
WAIT! we're bound for the last citadel
at the very bottom of the world
hell's outpost at the edge of town
but take courage
all those men you hate
they have nothing but paper hearts
and they wear paper crowns
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same week Lisa tried to quit smoking
her apartment burned down to nothing
she turns to me in the light of the fire, n sings
you and me, we've perfected the art of losing things
Lisa lost everything in the fire,
there goes the studio apartment
everything she's ever owned, ash in the wind
totally spent, falling to her knees
in the snow, snow falling over
Hennepin Avenue
Lisa lost everything in the fire
but it's strange she feels almost a thousand pounds lighter
she's said goodbye to all the things that used to mean
so much to her
she tried to quit smoking,
she smiles slightly
all the stuff that used to mean so much
it's all just really
nothing
goodbye to the books,
goodbye to the bed
goodbye to all the stupid promises
left unsaid
all you can do is smoke
and sing
you and me
we've
perfected the art
of losing things
sometimes it feels like the whole world's against you
nobody's looking out for you
world's a catatonic dream
a marching army made of all lost things
they were people once, like you, like me
slipped into eternal muck
they lost it all in the land of bad fucking luck
we've perfected the art
the art of losing things
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The King is Dead
02:13
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the king is dead
fuck the king
see him lying
on the cold gold slab
he was once the lord
of all this land
now he'll rot beneath
the ground
just like any other man
he's got everything
he's deserved. now he'll be
eaten by the worms
the king is dead
fuck the king
he's just a man, my friends
a man with a golden hat
and any time we like
we can take it, just like that
the king's just a man
just like anyone
he can be killed!
fuck the king, let's kill him!
throw him off a bridge
cut off his head, set him on fire
he's just a man
he'll die like any other
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I came back to Chicago
this time I think I'm gonna stay
this time I think there's finally
nowhere left to run to
I'll hold up a few days
at the motorway inn
if you come by to share a drink
please don't remind me
of the shape I'm in
I think you can see I'm well aware
Rum's not so bad as long
as it's in a plastic bottle
I can't afford the glassware
for some reason I can't shake
this awful tremble
why don't you pull up a chair,
kill some time, if you don't mind
how many times do I have to tell you
you dumb motherfuckers
that nothing really matters
I'm doing fine, I'm just alright
got my booze, got my cigarettes
I've grown accustomed
to being laid so low
I made up my mind
what kind of man I'd be
a long long time ago
It doesn't matter much to me
I'm running from things again
but that's something I think you already know
why else would I be back here
down and out again
in the goddamn streets of Chicago
how many times do I have to tell you
you gorgeous motherfuckers
that nothing really matters
It's 2 for 1s at every shitty bar
named after some sex pest
who's just like the rest of us
Someone too stupid to see
how everyone's the same kind of
lonely, the same kind of broke
and the same kind of unlucky
If you wanna pull up a chair
pull up a chair
kill some time
tell stories about the worst things we've ever done
we can sit together at least a little while
I don't mind
I don't mind much these days
how many times do I have to tell you
you gorgeous perfect motherfuckers
that nothing really matters
how many times?
I don't mind
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13. |
2AM (Wipeout!)
02:22
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when the Union's broken
into fifty nations
no one left but self-appointed
presidents and their
assassins
when weeds grow through the streets
when the electric grid collapses
abandoned cities green
as gardens
when the army comes
to take back Minneapolis
when new flags fly overhead
It's 2AM at the end of the world
and I'm not going home yet
Goodbye goodbye good luck
ya stupid fucks
goodbye goodbye
good luck
wintry cities shattered
under radioactive wind
end of history, gusts of steel
when nothing's finally real
when New York's but a
mausoleum fit for only rats
and a few Stone Age lunatics
wearing Cezannes as folded paper hats
when Chicago's last survivors
become medieval bums
and smelt down the Sears tower
into some new colosseum
it's 2AM at the end of the world
but I'm not going home yet
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