1. |
On Fire
04:36
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You feed to their fears
You make everything and everyone disappear
You bathe in their tears
You make the whole world stumble in your hemisphere
It's a road map, signed in envy
So far from arbitrary
And you know
Little things come undone
Little things come undone
You know you're on fire
You're reckless desire
Know you make the perspire
Just to later devour them
You're not the one
But you're all they want
You know you're on fire
You're walking the wire
Let the flames burn higher
Every time you deny them
What they really want
You're so far beyond
But you're all they want
You f*ck with their minds
You desecrate the altar just to build your own shrine
You leave them all blind
But even God kneels before you and he thinks you're divine
It's a steel cage, built from envy
So far from sanctuary
And you know
Little things come undone
Little things come undone
You know you're on fire
You're reckless desire
Know you make them perspire
Just to later devour them
You're not the one
But you're all they want
You know you're on fire
You're walking the wire
Let the flames burn higher
Every time you deny them
What they really want
You're so far beyond
Oh you're all they want
Little things come undone
Little things come undone
You know you're on fire
You're reckless desire
Know you make them perspire
Just to later devour them
You're not the one
But you're all I want
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2. |
Alloy And Steel
05:19
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It is a crazy delight
We are open all night
We're like moths to light
Ecstasy and cyanide
I'm not a slave to the wage
Nor a child of the new age
You cannot rattle my cage
Nor deny me my rage
Bad to the bone indeed
You're wearing nothing underneath
Bad to the bone indeed
And how you're rolling in those sheets
And you still call me a cheater
Death trap on the streets of hell
And I said "Do we really belong here"
Honey, life is cruel and the world is unfair
And you still call me a cheater
Betrayer of religion
What a cross to bear
And I said "I don't really care"
And now, honey, world is cruel and life is unfair
But you still call me a cheater
It is a crazy ordeal
And that is part of the appeal
We are like alloy and steel
Nothing we could ever feel
We get so carried away
Borderline on display
And we were never okay
Nor of sound mind anyway
Bad to the bone indeed
You're wearing nothing underneath
Bad to the bone indeed
And how you're rolling in those sheets
And you still call me a cheater
Death trap on the streets of hell
And I said "Do we really belong here"
Honey, life is cruel and the world is unfair
And you still call me a cheater
Betrayer of religion
What a cross to bear
And I said "I don't really care"
And now, honey, world is cruel and life is unfair
But you still call me a cheater
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3. |
Silver
04:31
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Dream
What feels like forever to me
Baby, won't you
Dream
To get out of your endless routine
And all your silver songs
Written for little prom queen dolls
And it won't be long
And money won't buy what you want
Should've known about it
Stretch out on the floor
Oh you're legs are soar
Snorting in the kitchen
You hear them bitching for more
Sweat from every pore
Wasted like a whore
Snorting in the kitchen
You hear them crying
Free with the hippies in Hancock Park
We were singing Shotgun just after dark
And now
Lay down Sally
Don't let go
We never thought we'd share our lovers
Free with the hippies in Hancock Park
We were burning to ashes alight by a spark
And now
Lay down Sally
Don't let go
We never thought we'd share our lovers
Tears
It seems like we're wasting our years
Cheers
To high school years and dead end careers
Old time cars
Banquets and smell of stale cigars
Old time stars
Wasting all their cash in rundown bars
Should've known about it
Stretch out on the floor
Oh you're legs are soar
Snorting in the kitchen
You hear them bitching for more
Sweat from every pore
Wasted like a whore
Snorting in the kitchen
You hear them crying for more
Free with the hippies in Hancock Park
We were singing Shotgun just after dark
And now oh
Lay down Sally Don't let go
We never thought we'd share our lovers
Free with the hippies in Hancock Park
We were burning to ashes alight by a spark
And now oh
Lay down Sally
Don't let go
We never thought we'd share our lovers
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4. |
Cash For Gold
04:08
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Jimmy says:
Riding down the coast is easy
Got a pick up truck
Seven ladies to please me
And I've always been a player of sort
When the curtains calls
And when all else fails I'm turning tricks
To get my money
Where the grass is green
And it's always sunny
And I've always been a little bit bored
In front of a court
And all them crazy girls
And how they're whistling my name
We always take it too far
Cause we are the suckers to the pain
And all them crazy girls
Whispering my name
We always take it too far
Cause we are the suckers to the pain
Whisky on the floor
Fire to the carpet
Livin' it up
We're an easy target
And how we provide the bodies
You surrender your souls
Baby boy blue eyes
Cutting all the sh*t in the tub
And we're really livin' it up
And now we provide the bodies
You surrender your souls
Jimmy says:
I've always been a ho for the blow
I'm hitting the bottle like no one you know
And I've always been the kind of guy
That brings a tear to your eye
Cause I'm the best one you ever
No one does it better
I'll cut so deep
It'll make you weep
And it's always kinda fun to see
For how long they bleed
And all them crazy girls
And how they're whistling my name
We always take it too far
Cause we are the suckers to the pain
And all them crazy girls
Whispering my name
We always take it too far
Cause we are the suckers to the pain
Whisky on the floor
Fire to the carpet
Livin' it up
We're an easy target
And how we provide the bodies
You surrender your souls
Baby boy blue eyes
Cutting all the sh*t in the tub
And we're really livin' it up
And now we provide the bodies
You surrender your souls
I'm not a gentle lover
I'm a real motherf*cker
I am not giving up
Till I've torn you apart
I'm not a gentle lover
I'm a real motherf*cker
I am not giving up
Till I've torn you apart
And all them crazy girls
And how they're whistling my name
We always take it too far
Cause we are the suckers to the pain
And all them crazy girls
Whispering my name
We always take it too far
Cause we are the suckers to the pain
Whisky on the floor
Fire to the carpet
Livin' it up
We're an easy target
And how we provide the bodies
You surrender your souls
Baby boy blue eyes
Cutting all the sh*t in the tub
And we're really livin' it up
And now we provide the bodies
You surrender your souls
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