1. |
Ipecac Suite
02:52
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San Francisco, all I see
Living blind by memory
Kindly, kindly
This is what it takes
Hold on hard, hold on hard
There is no solution we are not a part of
We are not a part of
We are not apart
Ipecac sweet, second floor
The cards we stacked were dealt backhand
It's not about what a million could've had
So many times
Endless lines, endless lines
Endless
San Francisco, city with a soul
Some spirit tangled up and falling all over itself
I'm tangled up and falling all over myself
Yes, this is what it takes
Hold on hard! Hold on hard!
There is no conclusion we are not a part of
We are not a part of
We are not apart
Ipecac sweet, second floor
The cards we stacked were dealt backhand
It's about what a million have had
So many times: endless lines, endless lines
Endless
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2. |
I Only Kiss My Wife
05:09
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I fucked a married man.
There was a married man,
and he was gonna' fuck someone
And I fucked up.
There was a married man,
and he was gonna' fuck someone
And I fucked a married man
And I said, "Please, give me shelter
From this disease I'm helpless to
This greed that melts my little brain"
He handed me a bandaid and he sent me on my way
I said, "I'll bleed in this sweltering
Deceit that we're nurturing,
Turning in this bed that we've unmade."
I fucked a married man.
He said, "You're getting to the point in life
Where you're fucking married men"
When I fucked him
He said, "You're getting to the point in life
Where you're fucking married men"
I said, "Well, what's the point of even being married, then?"
He said, "My wife's away."
And I said, "Please, give me shelter
From this disease I'm helpless to
That frees its milk into my veins.
I'll bleed in this sweltering
Deceit that we're nurturing
Turning in this bed that we've unmade."
I fucked a married man.
And all day long I start to feel
Then think, 'I fucked a married man.' and stop.
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3. |
I Hope You're Happy
03:11
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I hope you're happy
Sometimes
There are no voices allowed in your house
But yours
And it cuts through all of us tonight
You're breaking down
The doors
Your attendants we are now sentenced to be
You will
Banish and condemn and bluster
It's a pity you can't muster
Ordinariness with me
And now I'm sitting, whiskey drunk
In the back seat of my car
In the neighboring church parking lot
And you are inside, screaming
Like the devil is inside of you
Trying to get out
But I am not around
And I hope you're happy.
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4. |
Trailer Valley
03:48
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I would live out all my days
Out here on Bahia Lane
Only if I could
I'll be so quiet, I'll never keep
The neighbors up when they're tryin' to sleep
I promise I'll be good
But I don't wanna' be
In the trailer in the valley when the valley floods
And as this trailer falls apart
I'll lay here with my broken heart
I'll call out to the sky
Home is such a fleeting thing
I wonder what this world will bring
When life dictates it's time to leave
But I don't wanna' be
In the trailer in the valley when the valley floods
I just wanna' be
In my trailer in the valley when the morning comes
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5. |
Unkind
04:02
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Well, you know I love you
And I guess she's okay too
I love the music and the taste that she displays
And you know I respect you
And I don't want to keep you
From anything, I want to stay out of your way
But on days like today
When my mind begins to stray
From the things I hear her say to you
My conscience starts to stray
And I want to shove that bitch down stairs
For being the one who gets to share
The beauty of everyday life with you
And I want to split her pretty face
For being there in my rightful place
And having the nerve to say those awful things to you
I don't mean to be hateful
It's just she seems so ungrateful
For the position that she's in
And I don't mean to be selfish
I know it doesn't help
It's not her fault that I'm not Asian,
Beautiful and educated
And I don't want to make her feel hated, but
I want to shove that bitch downstairs
For being the one who gets to care for you
And getting to be out there with you
While I am so far away
And I sing songs for you every day
And I still love you in every way
I wanna' shove that bitch down stairs
For being the one who gets to share
The glory of everyday life with you
And I wanna' wreck her pretty face
For being there in my rightful place
And having the nerve to say those awful things to you
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6. |
Cunt
03:07
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