1. |
Bombs
03:09
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Wait 'till the last second
Before you open it up
Don't stop yet, get a head wind
Just enough to make it smooth
Don't break the surface
Ain't nothin' to bring you back
Won't end up dead with one round left
If you snag all the supplements
Don't stop yet
Bombs
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2. |
Gentlemen
03:44
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Broke down this morning
Before the sun came up
There's blood on the windshield
There's holes in the dash
The sun's getting brighter
Casting shadows all around
It's too damn cold to hide
Snow covered hills are flashing blue, red, and white
The sun is getting brighter
Casting shadows all around
The siren's getting louder
Feel the tires on the ground
It's too damn cold to hide
Snow covered hills are flashing blue, red, and white
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3. |
Tear Up the Garden
01:37
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You want to save my life
You'll have to save my soul
Bring me out of the city
Take me back home
Tear up the garden
Dig me a hole
Take my guns
Take my drugs
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4. |
Murder Train
03:04
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I left a man tied to the tracks
In half an hour he'll be eating railroad spikes
But that don't change my point of view
To give my son the life that he deserves
I'll take her with me too
Well, I've place my share of heads in graces
She whips my boy until he bleeds
I'll sacrifice my life of thievery
And take my brothers with me
So when they tried to take that morning train
To the town I'd ordered them to burn
Half way there the track spans the ravine
With the supports I took my liberties
Bridge is out
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5. |
Aces
02:40
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Panic when the sprinklers went off
High heel patterns on the sidewalk
Got the hole up on a time lock
Got my moves in sync with the clock
Got it all lined up
The say the world's best can't crack it
But I'm a step above the horse shit
I'm the gear that turns the latches
Ear drums hunger for the patterns
Got a hunger
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6. |
Ghost Lane
03:31
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They say that the brain shuts down
All but the criminal side, the animal side
No wonder I'm awake
Some hoodoo holy man
On his way back home
But what route
Oh, but what route
Skin, boots leather
Prospector type
No way home
No way home
Some blue eyed devil
Trying to take me away
Oh, but it's a ghost lane
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7. |
Cannibal
02:41
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The tribes are warm and safe at home
Dying miners lost and cold
Buried ten feet deep
Gold keeps you moving praying for sleep
Tear through the clouds and fight the storm
I'll leave the forest fat and warm
Strip the bones for all their meat
Strip the forest for all we can get
Strip to the bones
I just want to get home
The judge always knows
When you walk alone
Asleep in the snow
I just want to get home
Back in Minnesota
Far from Colorado
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8. |
Fire
03:29
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That thick swamp air grew thicker with the ash
And the muddy old waters turned gray real fast
The flames grew higher the fire had won
Smoke went skyward taking with it the sun
Women and children they continued to scream
And the fathers and sons kept emptying the stream
Women and children they continued to scream
That thick black smoke blew down to New Orleans
After each home the boats all caught
In no time at all everyone went up
Flame broiled skin has a special smell
In a foggy old swamp, it'll travel well
And those dragons came ready for a feast
A tried and true example not to fuck with the beast
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9. |
Blood Money
02:43
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Won't you take that blood money and
Go where you need to go
Won't you take that blood money and
Get out of Colorado
If I'm missing you man
Know my answers buried in the snow
Won't you take that blood money and
Go where you need to go
Won't you get in that car and
Drive down to old Mexico
If I'm missing you man
Know my answers getting fucked on the coast
Won't you take that blood money and
Go where you need to go
Won't you take that blood money
They'll hunt down everyone you know
If I'm missing you man
Know my answers buried in the snow
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10. |
Loose Ends
04:55
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I've been so fucking tired
For so fucking long
It takes a stronger man
To tell you when he's been wrong
So I'm burning down this house
And I'm leaving my home
Not giving up the dream
Just sick of being cold
My life is in the fire
My body's in the lake
Some matches and a hatchet
To fix my mistakes
Now I'm sitting on my hood
And I'm finally alone
Waiting for the law to put me down
For what I've done
Maybe the won't find me
And I can start again
If not I'll right this out
Smiling until the end
My life is in the fire
My body's in the lake
Some matches and a hatchet
To fix my mistakes
The flames will grow higher
As the girls sink down
It's easier to get away
With loose ends in the ground
My life is in the fire
My body's in the lake
Some matches and a hatchet
To fix my mistakes
The flames will grow higher
As the girls sink down
It's easier to get away
With loose ends in the ground
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11. |
Desperado
03:02
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Rio Grande was winding
That cliff face was closing in
And the black void came a calling
Could have driven right off the plateau
I've got blood on my hands
That fucker didn't give me a choice
But when I left him to die
He smiled
Can't turn back
They've got eyes everywhere
Botch the job
And this is what happens
We had the perfect plan
But they got one inside
And I think I know who it was
Those mountains were rising
When I get home they'll never find me
I'll start a new life
Find me a girl and live by the spring
They might think that I'm dead
They would have caught up by now
But I left them in the dust
Wait! How did they know I would come here
Those rats will fucking pay for this
They're got me surrounder
I'm going out in a blaze of glory
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