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How can you stop the
coolest man alive?
I don't know but
I don’t mind the hopelessness
that's where I thrive
I’ve got a shark-skin suit
fourteen dollars
and a bad attitude
I’m gonna break out of this jail
gonna knock your teeth out
gonna twist and shout
to the tune
of darkness and doubt
Kicked outta the strip club
the one with
bulletproof glass
I’m gonna deck the next
motherfucker who says
"All things shall pass"
Champagne and Bullets
Switchblades and Cohesive Outfits
That’s the sound of
kerosene / of kerosene
my and all my friends
are bound for death
in style
this is how the world ends
I don’t think you should be here
junior
I’m gonna be the one
to make you use that gun, son
a bathtub full of cheap wine
got a date with the wise guys
with the wise guys
I’ll be gone late tonight
Stacks of cash, euros
Pesos, franks and rubles
there’s a rumor going round
there’s no lovers left alive
let’s laugh at death a bit longer boys
I know it’s over
I know we lost but
From Hell’s heart I stab at thee
(you motherfuckin albatross)
Champagne and Bullets
Switchblades and Cohesive Outfits
That’s the sound of
kerosene / of kerosene
my and all my friends
are bound for death
in style
this is how the world ends
Left for dead
in the back alleys of all history
I’ve seen the future
And all the money in the world
doesn’t mean a goddamn thing to me
I made a bet with the Devil
I said there’s no way you
could be a bigger asshole
Now I live in Hell
and let me tell you
the view is fucking beautiful
Champagne and Bullets
Switchblades and Cohesive Outfits
That’s the sound of
kerosene / of kerosene
my and all my friends
are bound for death
in style
this is how the world ends
I’ll see you in the colosseum, son
Let’s rumble in the colosseum, son
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96 bucks left to my name
and half that’s for cigarettes
my therapist won’t shut the fuck up
about all his student debt
I say, hey buddy, what do I pay you for?
He says: Excuse me, sir
Who are you and what are
you doing in my office?
Nothing lasts and nothing’s free
but someday I’ll be rich
someday I’ll be less sarcastic
someday I’ll find a place for me
You’ve been cursed
with death
by the gods
of America —
they say the trick’s
hard work and persistence
— just how big of a sucker
do you think I am?
Go to school, get a job, get married
do what you love
Go to school, get a job, get married
do what you love
I can’t afford a thing
so I just sit
and blow smoke rings
the color of money
the trick to
never getting sick
is just
avoid the doctor
(you don’t need
that motherfucker)
the internet thinks
— I’m doing fine!
Forget about
owning a home or having kids
— you can’t afford it
how about instead
a cat or a houseplant
maybe an apartment shaped
like a toilet —
Go to school, get a job,
get married
do what you love
Go to school, get a job
get married
DO WHAT YOU LOVE
I can’t afford
a thing
so I just sit
blow smoke rings
the color of money
I’m eating straight
guacamole for dinner
because I’m
a beautiful man
Maybe one day you’ll be rich
maybe one day you’ll be famous
or maybe you’ll die broke
in the gutters of Minneapolis
who am I to talk
I’m the king of cigarettes
it’s all about who you know
who you know, well
WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?
Go to school, get a job
get married —
do what you love
Go to school, get a job
get married —
do what you love
I can’t afford
a thing
so I just sit
blow smoke rings
the color of money
I just say / I just say
it never meant that much to me
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3. |
Hart Bridge
03:08
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If you leapt from Hart Bridge,
Would it have occurred to you to wonder
As you hurried toward the iron edge:
Why do people do the things they do
Why do people do the things they do —
Or would you be so eager for the fall
Passing cables, wound in shadow,
And far below the river —
Sure.
You wouldn’t have wondered anything at all.
But I know that night it wasn’t you
On Hart Bridge,
That night it wasn’t you
On Hart Bridge
— the suicide,
He was just some other guy I knew.
Cinders, bracing neon lights of Rome —
Don’t know what he thought, only that he lied
When he said “I’m fine, I’m coming home.”
Why do people do the things they do —
No one chooses anything, it’s a nothing-word;
Why not choose to be a king, a drunk
A shoe — a goddamn bird?
If you leapt from Hart Bridge
If it was you, if it was you
(why do people do the things they do)
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Make up your own
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these healthy
well-adjusted people
are driving me mad/
All these healthy
well-adjusted people
make me sick
all the uptown boys
all the condo kids
are gonna make a lot of money
just like their parents did
Tommy’s got a ponytail
he does yoga every day
He’s so centered and enlightened but
he’s always got the
funniest things to say
All these healthy
well-adjusted people
make me sick
sick to my stomach
all the cool kids
have depression and anxiety
I feel bad for folks
without a diagnosis
they’ll never be
as unique as me
Everyone’s
“okay with not being okay”
religion for
the sanctimonious
everyone’s so goddamn brave
“managing their mental illness”
Fuck you and your wellness
Give me negativity and death
Give me hatred and disease
Give me a hero’s end
in the muck of scumfuck alley
these healthy
well-adjusted people
are driving me mad
All these healthy
well-adjusted people
make me sick
sick to my stomach
the riot police
they make me so nervous
You guys —
they don’t care at all
about our mental wellness!
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I see them raise
the city’s barricades
I hear the march
some new brigade
I’m hearing voices
I see the fists
of a happy crowd
of new world terrorists
One day
One day your life’s
gonna change, it’s gonna change
one day your wretched life’s
gonna change —
it’s gonna change —
We’ll hazard our souls
play the losing hand
march through freezing cold
to the god-forsaken promised land
When the bridges burn
when the stars go out
let the roof cave in
let’s twist and shout
One day
One day your life’s
gonna change, it’s gonna change
one day your wretched life’s
gonna change —
it’s gonna change —
Will it be for good or ill
I don’t have a clue
I just want to see it break
I wanna see it break with you
hearing voices
demanding in style:
what will it be -
death or exile?
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7. |
I Feel Unusual
03:01
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How do you know
when you’ve gone too far?
I’ll tell you, believe me
But first we’ll have to
Wreck ourselves against the bar
We are not drunks -
We are multi-millionaires
What they don’t know
can’t hurt them
Haven’t you ever
hid in terror
from your friends before?
rather be sick in the warm grass
than go home so soon
rather be sick in the warm grass
with the whole sick crew
bottle of Karkov / at the CC Club
I’ll see you there
whenever summer comes
Saturday night, down in the pit
desperate
for another friendly fistfight
I’ll let you know
before / everything goes down
Haven’t you ever
hid in terror
from your friends before?
It’s time to grow up -
it’s time to grow up -
and learn the trade
of running
from your loved ones
rather be sick in the warm grass
than go home so soon
rather be sick in the warm grass
with the whole sick crew
We demand the finest wines
available to humanity
We want them here
and we want them
now
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8. |
Cobwebs OD
00:35
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9. |
Divide and Conquer
02:44
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HEY - I’m just like you!
a man that there’s no use for
just another fool
who thinks he’ll survive
the game of divide and conquer
you’ve got some
strange ideas of fun
I don’t know why
I’m waiting for the plague
waiting for oblivion
Divide and Conquer
divide and conquer
Left or right, we all do
the bloody work of empire
the tanks are rolling in
the bombers taking flight
let’s barricades inside
and play the politics
of spite
I declare all your laws
invalid - and - mostly - dumb
I declare
a day of splendor
in the burning colosseum
Make way! Make way!
Divide and Conquer
divide and conquer
Left or right, we all do
the bloody work of empire
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10. |
a grave, a bouquet
02:52
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Andy’s
just like me
except he’s been broke
for an eternity
But he plays the hell
out of that guitar
No one knows his real name
Just one or two things about him
forgotten like you’ve
forsaken everyone
who’s ever drifted lonely thru your life
Well life’s just a stupid dream
anyway —
What about all the things
you accidentally became?
Who’s got the gall to say
anything’s deserved
A grave, bouquet of dead flowers,
is the only thing anyone ever earns
there’s no one to blame
for who you became
Down so long in the neon light
you’ll hate the only place
you’ve ever briefly felt yourself
you’ll hate your home and
everything you’ve become
So sing another song
and play your fucking guitar
And i don’t mind, I don’t mind
the rotten company
I don’t mind, I don’t mind
the inability to leave,
I like to see the wreckage of other peoples’ lives
Lives like Andy’s
lives like yours and mine
Who’s got the gall to say
anything’s deserved
A grave, bouquet of dead flowers,
is the only thing anyone ever earns
there’s no one to blame
for who’ve you become
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11. |
Wedding in a pandemic
02:43
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Mary used to paint
now she just shakes
an anxiety that won’t let go
a depression in the air you breathe
something’s gotta give
something’s gotta give
You live in the vain hope
for a reprieve
don’t you know
the party’s over
don’t you know
the light’re out
everyone I’ve ever loved
lost in the haze of
darkness and doubt
Zak and Shannon
got married on a Saturday
in the garden in the back
of their landlord’s house
a small party, friends and family
guest list of just about twenty
and we all wore our face-masks
so we wouldn’t / get sick
we all wore our face-masks
for a wedding in the pandemic
don’t you know
the party’s over
don’t you know
the light’re out
everyone I’ve ever loved
lost in the haze of
darkness and doubt
I’m looking relief
I dream about it, locked up
in my apartment
one day this shit is gonna end
one day there’ll be light again
I wanna believe it
I wanna believe it even if
it’s bullshit
I WANNA BELIEVE
EVEN IF IT’S BULLSHIT
don’t you know
the party’s over
don’t you know
the light’re out
everyone I’ve ever loved
lost in the haze of
darkness and doubt
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12. |
That's Life
01:48
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All you fine people
won’t ever see my face again
And that’s just fine with me
But if you’d like
meet me round about midnight
at the end of the alley
You’ve learned some
ugly lessons
you’ve won some ugly bets
you know as well as I do
in the gutters of Las Vegas
America bores itself to death
There’s a place for you
after hours
with the whole sick crew
We like to count our
rum and cokes like we
count our regrets
like we punctuate our lives
with prayers and cigarettes
There’s no way of leaving
if you can’t find the door
but you and me got
everything we’ll need
for the next civil war
I’ve got a long way to go
till I’m all the way down
Thank God,
there ain’t nothing left to save us
I wanna die at the bottom of this town
Down and out in Las Vegas
They kicked me out
of the casino
even dressed
in my Sunday best
I didn’t have
anywhere else to go
So I just sang this song
I walked the streets
Pretending to go home
I’m always
pretending to go home
When you’ve done nothing wrong
but you’re still wracked with guilt
remember where you are -
- the bright lights of the last city
burning yourself alive with delight
for the last days
of American history
still a long way to go
till I’m all the way down
Thank God,
there ain’t nothing that can save us
I wanna die at the bottom of this town
Down and out in Las Vegas
Won’t you
come with me
Won’t you
come with me
Don’t you
wanna be free
Don’t you
wanna be free —
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City Barricades Minneapolis, Minnesota
Hello we are Apocalypse music
And CIA
assets
Do not
be afraid
We are
switchblades
&
cohesive outfits
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