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Cost Of Living
02:32
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You eat whatever you spend.
You never own anything.
I'm cutting off your tail of woe so it can grow back again.
You've got to generate wealth;
Pull yourself up by your bootstraps to hang yourself.
You've got my saliva to spit at any picture of health.
So cough up your life blood.
I give whatever you get.
Whatever stone is around your neck,
I'm holding your nose to it so you can never forget.
Fill it all up
With things that you can lose.
The cycle of abuse;
Well, here that's just called surviving.
The cost of living's looking well beyond your means.
The barren harvest of your planted memories.
So cough up
Your life blood
Give up
Your time to spend; it's all we really wanted.
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Blame the poor,
That's what we make them for.
What's a little war,
If it keeps them occupied?
Crammed in
Like footnotes in the margins.
So high off the bargain
I can't tell I'm on my knees.
And you won't be bringing flowers.
And you won't just go away.
And you won't ignore the terror.
I wouldn't, if I were you.
You're on your own
When old hatchets are unearthed.
You're on your own.
Goldbrick
Stuck like a deer tick.
Studies tell me you're not sick
Confirmed by how I feel.
And you won't be bringing flowers.
And you won't just go away.
And you won't ignore the terror.
I wouldn't, if I were you.
You're on your own
When old hatchets are unearthed.
You're on your own.
You're on your own.
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Charmingly yours;
Kind and angry
But I've been smashing lately, disrupting your racket.
You lied through your teeth,
Or was it just a grin?
We won't speak again until your landscapes are on fire.
Everything breaks down.
The living is noisy.
They tell me my thoughts are mine,
But I don't believe a word they say.
Call in the law,
Or whatever you call it.
Kiss the hand that draws it 'till the conclusion is yours.
Look what you saw
And say what you want to say
The next bank holiday for last year's provocateurs.
Everything breaks down.
The living is noisy.
They tell me my thoughts are mine,
But I don't believe a word they say.
Everything breaks down.
The living is noisy.
They tell me my thoughts are mine,
But I don't believe a word they say.
And I know what you said
But the voice in my head
says it's something only dogs can hear
I don't know how it read
But the headline sounded like something only dogs can hear
Everything breaks down.
The living is noisy.
They tell me my thoughts are mine,
But I don't believe a word they say.
And I know what you said
But the voice in my head
says it's something only dogs can hear
I don't know how it read
But the headline sounded like something only dogs can hear
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4. |
The Diet That Eats You
03:34
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O, the building's on fire.
You're warming yourselves off the heat from beneath you.
Grasping at pearls,
You wring your hands backwards.
Choking to death on the diet that eats you.
I'm saying nothing,
Until there's nothing to say.
I learned never to talk
WITH MY MOUTH FULL!
I'm doing nothing
Until the expose
I learned never to ask
Where the meat comes from.
Let's let the whole thing grow over.
Let's let it pile up in the sink.
Leave the gas on.
Leave the gas on.
As the sun goes out on elysian fields
And the ceilings have collapsed
Will you drown them out
And dig in your heals
Until the ground freezes up and you're trapped.
Will you pull yourself up by your boot straps to hang yourself?
Pull yourself up by your bootstraps to hang yourself
Pull yourself
up by
your boot straps
to
hang
your
self.
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Tough Names Dallas, Texas
Tough Names is Dallas based film maker Chris Gardner. He is one third of the band Dead VCRs (formerly Tober Omi).
Check out the video for STRANGE BLOOD!! (link in bio)
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