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Feels like driving around in a slow hearse.
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Hurricanes in December-earthquakes in the heartland
Bad air index on a flashing warning sign
Bound for trouble-the picture is dirty
We'll know when we get there
If we'll find mercy
Flotsam and Jetsam in charge of the agency
Where truth gets twisted in danger of dissolving
When war is profit and profit is war
We'll know when we get there
If we'll find mercy
Certified minds exacting a toll
Trying to fit a square block in a round hole
A heart of darkness facing 1000 bloodshot eyes
We'll know when we get there
If we'll find mercy
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Riding waves of sound
300 mile from Metropolitan
Grapes of wrath all around
Riding waves of sound
Breath on lines everyone’s story
Find a spot until the names are called
Times will pull in all directions
Be the barker for the traveling show
15 times from the edge of eternity
Nerves that shake have been chased away
There is a girl that I want to see
On each side of that marching drum
Riding waves of sound
300 mile from Metropolitan
Grapes of wrath all around
Riding waves of sound
Break up the old drug pound story
Tortured soul wears an ego sleeve
Heavy hearts and heavy hitters
Bards disease finds the killing floor
Straight from her two lanes of freedom
Unconquered souls delivered each day
Gasoline junkies feral diesel fiends
Looking for action on the mercy wide road
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Had a thought that consumer goods were bad
Like a rat can never beat the wheel
There is a wiretap stealing a nightmare
Shadows laughing and making deals
Let your hair hang down for this moment
Heavy trial but we’ll make it disappear
They can’t take away
This underground dream
Guns or education
The answer’s larger than the Hollywood sign
Bigger souls can see the writing
On the burning wall of eternity
The bastions of penitentiary
Reaction will pull broken hearts through
The can’t take away
This underground dream
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Blind spot of a lifetime this litter
Pretty fingers on the phone
Nonviolent grace this religion
No one wants to be alone
Reclaim the rust that northern birds stay
They like the sun to hit their feet
Bandeloro on the radio
Take a little time on Cherokee Street
Oooh Oooh Oooh
Chaos and precision with a smile
Sipping soma in the shade
Thoughts for the plane with brown eyes waiting
Guitar callous whirlwind belief gets made
Carried on so far under the cross
Manifestos to keep us sane
The time so weary of conflict
Silent answers, silent blame
Oooh Oooh Oooh
Oooh Oooh Oooh
I can't stand any more indecision
I can't stand any more indecision
Oooh Oooh Oooh
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Hopeless heroes beat this claptrap haven
Rats bigger that the noiseless generation
Who the hell is Dow Jones anyway
Society’s bones on a cafeteria tray
The feeling is the brain is split
From smiles to stares to baseless shit
Walk off the shock to a beacon soul breathing
A helping hand against eternal lying
Asked to believe in traditions reasoning
To turn a blind eye to the monkey trial bleeding
Working to fight off disease beat the clock
Saviors passing on the street
Covert creations without sound
Mirage is ruthless stumbling around
Darlings of deceit hyperbole
Reverse the flow of negative energy
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Nothing to take back or exchange
Double engine dawn express train
Always dreamin', it's the search not the find
Louder than sounds on stream machine
Or some internal combustion burning clean
Always schemin', it's the search not the find
Door is open, to change your mind
We're chasin' paint cans, 21st century
All mixed up in modern company
Always dreamin', it's the search not the find
Wipe the sound, wipe the video
Some terracota info wherever you go
Always dreamin', it's the search not the find
Door is open, to change your mind
They can listen in and they can nose around
They can listen in but they can never take us down
So leave it to the last believer now
Change in the air it came by turnstile
Always schemin' it's the search not the find
Door is open, to change your mind
They can listen in and they can nose around
They can listen in but they can never take us down
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Facing a crossroads we've come to,
Weighted with sinking thoughts of heresy,
It's been slow,
A good show just the same,
Been hanging on so long,
Hanging on for so long,
Out of your arms into the absence pit,
No collection of words can describe it,
Can describe it,
A concrete conscience here is worth nil,
Placebo pill full of bitter comfort,
Bitter comfort,
Been watching, looking for (a) magic wand,
Been looking for providence
and watching for (a) sign
If time will show
the reason for spreading these words
That ask for no sentence,
The absence of crime,
She said I still love you,
I don't know if I want to spend the rest of my time with you
The rest of my life with you
High on adrenaline it's a new day
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I took a night shift another nickel on the dime, try to play it straight and make it different this time, still waiting to meet the next ex-wife
It's either watching these gauges for Monsanto, or a bar-back job for the casino, the Army won't want me after what this body's been through
Would you take me back North Carolina? Would you take me back Arkansas?
Blissful days still there to remember, methamphetamine was the final straw
I had a killer job in a backup band playin' guitar in Branson
Two shows a night brought the money to chase down sin
Now it's another weekend and I'm lonely at home, late night tv evangelist drone, I'm healthy now but I really don't know if I'll ever be free
Would you take me back North Carolina? Would you take me back Arkansas?
Blissful days still there to remember, methamphetamine was the final straw
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