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(HEY MAN!)
"Whatcha got inside that case?
Is it a weapon?" You're goddamn right!
I've bet on stacked odds since the day I was born
So tonight I'll bring a violin to a gun fight.
Being a punk is tough these days
With countless corporations built to capitalize
The last thing that anyone needs around here
Is another sorry sucker to criticize.
So here's to all the haters (Yeah!)
And here's to all the snobs (Fuck off!)
It's a pleasure to be the thorn in your foot
That you're constantly stepping on.
Wake up, kick ass, hit the road
That's the kind of life we lead
"It was the best night that I'd ever had!"
"Yeah but who's that guy with the fiddle in the band?"
You can call it whatever the hell you'd like
That's a sacrifice I'll make for success
I've got loves, gripes, and my instrument
I've seen more done with less.
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Worthless (Killing Time)
03:39
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You tell me, I gotta make something
Make something of my life
My ambitions are garbage, I'm wasting my talents
Get that 9-5, work that grind
Slave that office job and be just fine.
But if I were you
I'd sit down a second
Lay down a second
Just for a second
Now doesn't that feel nice?
Maybe
There's better things in life than sitting around
Messing around
Maybe
There's better things in life
But I haven't found them yet.
Thoughts inside my head
Collide like cars in a five-star pile-up
It may not make the grade
But for now, it's good
I start to think
This is the time
This is the time I get it right
This is the time
This is the time that something's done
This is the time that something happens
What's wrong with wasting the time, passing the time
(Killing it)
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The Unkempt Garment
04:54
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One night you invited me out
To a party at your neighbor's place
It'd been five years and a life ago
Since I'd seen your face
Our histories behind us
I sought to make amends
I brought myself and a bottle of wine
With the intention to make friends
Two drinks in you start the set
The crowd begins to move
And just for a second I remember old sensations
With a bunch of kids that I once knew.
But you've always been a fan of the double-entendre
So I'll give you this one for free
The story now is the story then
Propping up yourself by propping me
What are friends for?
What are friends anyway?
It all seemed like a great big joke
I mean how could I not laugh?
This stupid little thing we wrote
Was now a staple of your act
All this time had passed
And yet nothing had changed
You're still a fan of the island girls
Still bubble-wrap your music with my name
I'm through with being civil
There's been plenty of time for that
Time that I was the poster-child
Time that I'm never ever getting back
How'd it feel if you wrote a song
And the person you wrote it about showed up to the show?
Well now you know.
How'd it feel if you were playing a song
And the person you helped write it with was standing right in front of you?
Well I guess you'd know.
If I got struck by lightning twice would it stop my heart?
Yeah, I'd believe it too.
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They say that the shortest way to the grave
Is to read the newspaper every day
(Yeah aint that right?)
They say the quickest ride to an untimely demise
Is to watch the 11 o'clock news every night
(Yeah aint that right?)
What's the news today? (Shit's still fucked!)
Same thing as yesterday.
Seems like artists nowadays are trapped in time capsules
Wishing things would just stay the way they were
(Time has a way of immortalizing, time has a way of aging you)
But as I bitch 'bout people set in their old ways
I find myself reminiscing and missing my own past days
(Time has a way of catching up, time has a way of slipping away)
But who the fuck am I to talk?
I'm just a twenty-something stuck in a rut
With no aims or motivations (or so I'm told)
So while I'm sitting here on my ass
I'd like to present my research to the class:
It's always been this way. And it'll never change.
So get used to it.
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If I knew then what I know now
I'd still find a way to mess it up somehow.
Shit-talker! You'll get it in the end!
The right retort was better in your head
The best words always come too late
The best you can do is extrapolate
If I knew then what I know now
I'd still find a way to mess it up somehow
What could have been if I'd said the right words?
Would I have been happier? Would I be free of hurt?
Gotta live with the past to maintain the present
But would it haven been better with a different transgression?
If I knew then what I know now
I'd still find a way to mess it up somehow
In the back of my head
I think I'm still out of luck
Cause despite all my comebacks
I know that I'm still fucked.
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