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Meat, No Sides

by Cutler Station

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1.
Wither Away 03:06
Well I woke up this morning it was pouring rain Thank my lucky stars I can take the day To rest my back and my headache I’ve been working to hard gonna wither away Breaking my back and bloody my hands Killing myself just to pay the man Try to rest my back and my headache I’ve been working to hard gonna wither away Wither away Well the people always told me you gotta pay your dues And this is your life you don't get to choose And if you work hard, you’ll get ahead Maybe even afford a used minivan So I sleep a little longer than I had planned Try not to turn into my old man Sleep in the chair with the TV on Seven o’clock son he’s almost gone away He’s withered away Wither away Live my life for my family and friends Killing myself and burning both ends You can’t find yourself if you ain’t looking Bust my ribs, a hole in my hand Spill my soul in the back of a van It’s hard when you know that trains a coming You only got one chance all you got is your health Like a sea boat captain in a midnight swell Well the people always told me you gotta pay your dues And this is your life you don't get to choose If you work hard, you’ll get ahead Maybe even afford a used minivan So I sleep a little longer than I had planned Try not to turn into my old man Sleep in the chair with the TV on Seven o’clock son he’s almost gone away He’s withered away
2.
My cause, Your Cause is drying on the line And my jaws, and White Claws brush in battle from time to time Cellophane and plastic, Helium and some magic The weight of the world when you can’t understand I’m printed, on some counterfeit Look at me, I’m just a hypocrite Our god’s, Hot squad, launches Tomahawks from time to time And my flaws, and your flaws are magnified online Undercover, double agent honey, you just learned to catch but your pitch looks funny The weight of the world when you just don’t fit in I’m printed, on some counterfeit Look at me, I’m just a hypocrite All you hypocrites Cellophane and plastic Helium and some magic My heart’s, Counterpart A pie chart, Putting up your guard My Paw, His Paw Passes notes from the other side A jigsaw, A backlog Collect all the keys to the guide Squirrel away all the magic honey You think you’re so smart but you still gotta study The weight of the world when you know there’s an end I’m printed, on some counterfeit Look at me, I’m just a hypocrite All you hypocrites Cellophane and plastic Helium and some magic My heart’s, Counterpart A pie chart, Putting up your guard I’m staring into the abyss, Talking myself into it My Cause, Your Cause Is weighing on my mind
3.
Midwest Moms 03:30
Midwest moms in tankinis Treating Myrtle Beach like a trip to the keys Crockpot meals and Miller Lite Crimped Vidal Sassoon to keep them curlers tight Midwest moms are the best Pepperoni rolls and the PTA Got the cellar ready for the Y2K Hamburger Helper on a Friday night Bird doggin’ your friends, keep them lips sealed tight Midwest moms are the best She’s the rock, the ship, the home She can make a sweet meatloaf Bob Seger and Virginia Slims Hard tack candy and some peppermints Hit the Tanger outlets for a weekend away Discount motel with the Triple A Midwest moms are the best She’s the rock, the ship, the home She can make a sweet meatloaf Midwest moms are the best
4.
Head on down to the Fleming Mall Where the state’s always parking their truck Get a VHS copy of Lonesome Dove And last month’s issue of Jugs It don’t matter if it’s Christmas eve in the village Their home’s a store, a good screen door for friends Head on down to the Cutler store They got a station you can open a tab About a half a dozen friends greet you, remember when You tripped on your words in Brandt’s class We head down to Waverly road Sit on a natural bridge And when we’re done, with all of our shit We throw it right over the edge, go on and fuck the world Head on down to the Boner Store Where they chip and seal on Barnett Ridge Some mountain man tried to sell me some rice So I got some good baloney instead It don’t matter if it’s Christmas eve in the village It don’t matter if they open up a big box store It don’t matter if you’re part of the poor or the privileged Their home’s a store a good screen door Their home’s a store a good screen door Your homes a store a good screen door for friends For friends
5.
It’s hard to take what you hear about yourself People will think anything Thoughts and whispers echo from their heads Projecting boredom love and pain I will roam, round and round I will travel, town to town Seeing faces in the streets and the alleyways Slowly watching man Find his way It’s hard to take when you can never sleep It’s hard to sleep when there’s nothing left to blame It’s hard to blame when you can’t find a name When you’re fighting boredom love and pain I will roam, round and round I will travel, town to town Seeing faces in the streets and the alleyways Slowly watching man Find his way I’m roaming around Boredom and pain have taken love away Will it ever be found Who needs love, anyways
6.
Iced Coffee 03:56
You’re always shutting the doors But leaving the lights on Bathroom lit up like the Fourth of July A pull out sofa with Cookout on my mind Please let me drive I got some coffee we can put it on ice I’ve been chasing southern faces Cuttin’ time by driving all through the night I’m always dodging the bill And crackin’ a cold one I’m a pretty big tipper if I get em for free Body’s shuttin’ down I’m gettin’ sleepy You’re always shutting the doors But leaving the lights on Bathroom lit up like the fourth of July Body’s shuttin’ down I’m gettin’ sleepy
7.
Well it’s not even noon and there’s kids in the parking lot The AutoZone manager thinks that this has gone too far As long as their buying some neons for under their cars Well at 6PM they’ll be heading to Frostee Shoppe Grab a couple limeades and a burger for their friend who’s a cop Oh Just dragging down pike street, Hoping that they don’t get caught They’ve tagged their spots the Belpre gangs don’t care The parking lot’s a place where they ain’t squares Well at 10PM the manager starts to lock up the shop Some straight edge kid tries to offer him a Faygo Grape pop Oh he takes it for the road and he compliments his turboprop Well it’s gettin’ late and they gather like some river rats Some young buck thinks that he can be the new king cat Oh he’s ran out of town and he starts his own club in the back They’ve tagged their spots the Belpre gangs don’t care The parking lot’s a place where they ain’t squares The parking lot’s a place where they’d love to stay But they’re always backing into the day With pink slip dreams, A nitrous oxide scene They do the four tires ok ballet
8.
Dream 04:17
Snow Capped Mountains Evergreen forest There’s three people in the front seat Of a run down Taurus Headed south of the diamonds Need a map through the one way There’s three people in the front seat Being followed by the big chief No resolution We need a revolution Buck the institution Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa Snow Capped Mountains Evergreen forest There’s three people in the front seat Of a run down Taurus Words lose another battle It’s nightstick and shake and rattle There’s two people in the front seat Being followed by the big chief No resolution We need a revolution Buck the institution No resolution We need a revolution God bless the constitution
9.
Living on second chances I was dying on the bedroom floor I was sick as a dog I was smashed I was pickled and poor Living on second chances Living on them second chances Living on second chances Thank god for technology I went under the knife Just for my wife To multiply our family Living on second chances Living on them second chances Living on second chances I was sweating in a bathroom stall I was chafed to the bone Just wishing I was home alone Living on second chances Living on them second chances Like a midwest dad with a fresh deer tag I went under the knife, just for my wife I was chafed to the bone I was stoned all alone Now these kids are driving me crazy
10.
There’s some truth behind lies When you say I’m alright Cause you know that I probably never will When I’m facing my fears Just like every new years I can’t cover up my new black eye I lie through my teeth My excuses are weak I can shame myself all that I can I’ve had a bad week I’ve been buried beneath All these micromechanical sands Oh Didn’t I, Didn’t I, Didn’t I tell myself I wouldn’t do this anymore There’s some colors behind It’s just not black and white My mind just can’t seem to settle in When I’ve cut all my ties And I’ve told all my lies I can’t cover up where I’ve been I was crippled and weak A slippy path on my feet I can’t take it with all these new plans I got a home in the states We’re united ok But something just don’t seem right Oh Didn’t I, Didn’t I, Didn’t I tell myself I wouldn’t do this anymore

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