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2006 |
1. | Your Boyfriends' Blues |
2. | Work Hard, for What? |
3. | Let It Come Down |
4. | Most Days |
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6. | Kick Up the Dust |
7. | In the Forest, Under the Moon |
8. | Good Lover |
9. | Try for You |
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11. | I Don't Believe |
12. | McDonald's Blues |
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soldiers of jesus christ throw down your arms we've had enough tonight.
There's a man over there, and he can't see. Says God sent him down to bring a message to me. Soldiers of Jesus Christ killed a man today in front of his wife. They shot him in the back and hung him from a tree, now he's swinging up there and he's syaring at me. Old men and women sing. Raise your arms to the sky, lift them and sing. If God heard you what would he say? I don't know... Fuck it, just sing.....
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an empty road beside a shallow ditch, filled with little kids, doing little things. Their moms and dads are wearing magazines, embarassed to be seen outside their heads. There's a place where we pray and can't be seen. In glass, we sleep and we dream. A lonely road stretched out in the dark. It's a shitty world, with a shitty heart. it's why we fight! it's why we hang our heads. its why we grow our hair. its why we never cared. there's a place we pray and can't be seen. in glass we sleep and we dream. of horses, and goldmines, and submarines. of mountains, and rivers, and trees....
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