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Tinfoil
03:57
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There’s flies in the water and there’s everything I never thought I’d see in you
There’s termites in the floorboard and there’s everything I never thought I’d see in you
Acid rippin through me, liquid on my brains and a handheld VCR
Necromalic preachers, seraphimic teachers with my head in a jar
Crows callin at you, screamin that there’s something that you really oughta come and see
Bones in your eyeballs, paperclips and Midol and it’s such misery
Oh la la la la la...
Fishers throw your poles in, you can later come again for it’s now my time to drown
This time, not another, if you ain’t my brother then I guess I’ll see you around
Dollars wavin with their wings, mystic concubine she sings a beautiful song
Hair is all disheveled, bought my voice off of the devil and there ain’t nothing wrong
Nothing wrong nothing sacred nothing wrong there ain’t nothing wrong
Nothing wrong nothing sacred nothing wrong ain't nothing wrong
Nothing wrong nothing sacred nothing wrong nothing wrong nothing wrong wooh
Nothing wrong nothing sacred nothing wrong ain’t nothing wrong
Nothing wrong nothing sacred nothing wrong nothing wrong nothing wrong wooh
Nothing wrong nothing sacred nothing wrong
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Dead From The Wallet Up
02:10
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Megalith clockwork human machine
Just a bolt in the gear on the grayscale scene
Post my week's existence with a piece of tape
And it’s rundown and it's ragged, all out of shape
Bones get tossed in every kind of way
Killin my time, I got nothin more to say
And it’s solid and it’s clear, fallin way too deep
And these breakroom walls are puttin me to sleep, yeah
Total phony fantasy, a circus of the know-nothing
Self-righteous wannabes sell out for anything
The bloated moon and tired sun starin each other down
It's a torn up chair, it's a soaked-down bed
It's a nightlight for the priest
It's a hollowed all-out free-for-all gunnin everywhere for the least
There's some jackass skate rat hoodlum kids killin time like drunken sloths
There's an open sign lit up attractin nothin but the moths
It's a suicide deuce and feeling loose and smoking mild crack
It's a smile to your face and flip the bird behind your back
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Dive Bar
03:57
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Don't give away your last regards
Don't waste your words on what you could show
Watched as the ceiling fell
You seal your lips to seem as if you know
I'm flavor of the week, she's down like grass on the city scene
Nobody knows her name
She make the moves like a python queen, just like a python queen
Yeah, see it in their bloodshot eyes, listen to their wasted words
We just want more of what we all just want more of
Gunpowder's up on the levee lightin cigarettes with Hamiltons
I'm pushin plastic technology takin the new world for a spin
She's getting juiced out of her mind
Can you believe life's a hologram?
The funeral march is out of tune
They can't believe this is who I am
This is who I am
Shake it, see it in their bloodshot eyes, listen to their wasted words
We just want more of what we all just want more of
Give you a taste of politics, sing your dirge to the policeman
You can listen to the chosen ones, just stick your head in a garbage can
Liquid blackness comin after me shinin like a diamond beacon
She's standin under a lamppost
Keep your lips together if she's ever speaking
Tell me is she speaking
See it in their bloodshot eyes listen to their wasted words
They just want more of what we all just want more of
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Cream of the Crap
01:43
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Another crack on the sidewalk, another hack on the stage
Another worthless second of your throwaway days
Another drip in the faucet, another tip in the jar
Another dead end in a fifty foot maze
Another tie in the tracks, another fly on the shit
Another stupid waste of space getting further away
Another sucker in the stack, another fucker in denial
Another different colored hair on the mattress today
Another stain on the wall, another grain on the beach
Another stupid game of yours I forgot how to play
Another basket at the store, another casket in the breeze
Another piece of shit begging for me to stay
Oh yeah, oh oh, oh oh, oh yeah
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Strange Town
04:04
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The starlight tapestry shines like gin on a plaintive and vague recall
Out in a lover's mask and cape nobody can see me at all
The rainfall brought some vacancy to the devil's porch where it strolls
Even the railmen are gone but their graves are black and empty holes
You can feel it in the rust on the cemetery gate
Down in the junkyard you can tell when it's too late
A strange town that I walk now and strangers are all that's left to see
Everything has killed itself and now nothing is left but me
But even that's a memory while I walk until I'm gone
Tomorrow's just another day to keep dying and dying on
Dying and dying on, dying and dying on
Dying and dying on, dying
Dying, dying
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Every Man Has His Price
01:33
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Sister, I see you falling down another rabbit hole
Another voice and another box of toys
I hear you loudly echoing your latest idol
How can something so empty make so much noise
Our masks had even fooled me for a while
We swallowed the facade of mirrors whole
But sister, I thought that you said you knew me
Brother Sisyphus knows it's just one more rock to roll
Sister Janus only wants what she can't have
Only happy when the sky is falling down
The ties that bind as sweet a joy to sever
Meanwhile I'm here still learning how to drown
Voice of an angel, words of a muse
The flame races down to the end of the fuse
Sprawled on the tiles, blood in the sink
Signed off to hell from the veins choking ink
Corpse in the casket, broken guitar
It’s better for everyone, better by far
The price has been set, the debt still to pay
I can't understand where we lost our way
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Jak Locke New Orleans, Louisiana
Jak Locke is a multi-genre songwriter and performer based in and native to New Orleans, LA.
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