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06/27/2000 |
1. | Grab The Devil By The Horns And Fuck Him Up The Ass |
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7. | 32 Ways To Die |
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10. | Ride The Chariot To The Devil |
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Grab The Devil By The Horns And Fuck Him Up The Ass |
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Well I'm up and I don't know why,
But I guess that's all that counts.
Looking 'round as I'm holding my head,
and I'm in somebody's house.
The sun it hits me like a punch in the face
with a headache I can't ignore.
Seems almost every weekend my bed is someone's floor.
I can't keep this up.
I have had enough.
Eating cold pizza on the side of the curb
to cover up my morning breath of gin.
Something doesn't seem to sit with me right
it' going out the way it went in.
I can't keep this up.
I have had enough.
You can count me out, I'm on to you.
You can count me out, I'm tired of
Leaving my embarrassments behind.
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Lies and deceiving is what i'm believing
Up to my knees so hared to breathe
It helps that you aren't there
Can't figure out what's the right thing for me
Guess I'll have to wait and see
So understanding but so far from the truth
It's what I have to live with
It's not all I wanted to be
It's not all I wanted to see
I can't keep on leading
I've left what I'm leaving
Guess that's just what I believe
Consciously taking and overly faking
I can't believe all the things that you're saying
Seems all so simple it's all up to you
Time after time
You lost what you couldn't find
It's what you could
It's only what you could
Don't take not what you could
But I know what's up
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You don't have the answers but you're always blaming
me.
It only lies in your behalf in animosity.
You decide it's up to you, make it what you'll be.
After all you seem to be it makes no sense to me.
Don't point your finger at me
It's all your odyssey.
It's such a foolish game so quick to point the blame
And now tables have turned.
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You're running fast and missing but cannot help
convincing.
The reasons you gave me are all wearing thin.
It's not meant to hurt you but let me assure,
It's not what I said but intentions you've read.
So when you hold onto the past then you
Will break down what little is left.
There's nothing more you can't ignore,
And say it makes no difference to me.
Now that you're older life's weighing on your
shoulders.
You can't seem to keep things so perfectly straight.
With most things so basic you might as well face it.
You can't help but worry it's all just begun
So when you hold onto the past then you,
Will break down what little is left.
There's nothing more you can't ignore,
And say it makes no difference to me.
It makes no difference,
It makes no difference to me,
It makes no difference,
It makes no difference to me
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It's far beyond your reach, it holds a place in time,
Somewhere ahead is the back of the line.
I can't relate to your mistakes, awkwardly speaking with nothing to say.
Caught up in your life, excuses are so lame,
You may be different but I'm still the same.
The reasons that you thought, the intention that you caught,
You say things are simple we both know they're not.
You can't let it go,
Whoa.
You can't but I know.
Whoa, Whoa you don't even know.
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It's not in what you do, more in what you say.
A million questions asked, the remnants of the past.
You've always been denied, but always by your side.
I've always tried to, to understand you,
the worlds not learning from you.
Whoa. Whoa.
[Chorus]
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It's not enough you passed it for a while,
You can't afford the amass of denial.
Don't explain, you can't arcane it too.
Your lies surpassed your doubt.
Don't do something you'll regret
It's not enough you passed it for a while,
The time you take,
Your minds mistake,
Time worth throwing all away.
It's not enough attention,
Though you're too proud to mention,
I can't go on pretending,
That it's still the same
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Ever get the feeling no one's got your back
Caught up in themselves livin' lies besides the fact
Somehow you're going on an opposite track
As we recover from another social heart attack
You think you see between the lines
But you can't see through dollar signs
So sick and tasteless now
Immature and faceless how
Can I even sleep at night you ask
You say you're a pacifist
Instead you wave your fist
And all the while it becomes the end again
Make up your mind cause I can't decide
You think uniqueulism makes you dignified
You can't see with half opened eyes
You think you're standing up instead you're falling far behind
What I do is what I choose which makes it my decision
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Ride The Chariot To The Devil |
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In my years, I've seen all sounds of misconception.
In my years, I've done all I can live to question.
What happened to me I don't understand.
I've seen all I can see as my time expands.
Bored I am, bored of my own desperation,
I can't defend, can't find my own destination.
What happened to me I don't understand.
I've seen all I can see as my time expands.
So what's up with you, what's up with me.
I'm not the one I can't pretend,
What would I be if I did it all again.
And I sometimes wish I would have asked some
questions.
Then maybe I would have a clearer life perception.
What's up with you, what's up with me.
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