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Wither Away
03:06
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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
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2. |
Cellophane & Plastic
03:59
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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
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3. |
Midwest Moms
03:30
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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
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4. |
Country Store Country
03:21
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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
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5. |
Boredom Love and Pain
03:36
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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
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6. |
Iced Coffee
03:56
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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
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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
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8. |
Dream
04:17
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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
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9. |
Livin' On Second Chances
02:51
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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
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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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