1. |
Demon Liquor
02:54
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You can tell by the way my hands do shake
Demon Liquor, Demon Liquor
The smell on my lips on the last breath I take
Demon Liquor, Demon Liquor
Nobody knows my pain
It's a tired old storey with no one to blame
and I don't have the strength to carry on
Lucifer's got a hold of me
Demon Liquor, Demon Liquor
The realm of the dead is the kingdom of the free
Demon Liquor, Demon Liquor
Caste on down below
Bottle in my hand, but nothing else to show
maybe you could spare me... some company
It can't carry on the way it's been
Blood, mucus, sorrow anger and sin
The party left town leaving nothing but a tired old man
You can tell by the way my hands do shake
Demon Liquor, Demon Liquor
The smell on my lips on the last breath I take
Demon Liquor, Demon Liquor
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2. |
Country Trope
03:26
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I left my home to travel across the country
On an adventure where I would try my luck
A broken heart and 3000 miles later
I'm sleeping in an abandoned old truck stop
I can't find no way to make me an income
few cars pass, but I can't thumb a ride
I'm scared and I'm feeling useless
I'm tired and fixing to die
American dream why have you left me
abandoned like some old broken car?
I tried to make it my own way
My own way didn't get me to far
Lonesome highways and closed factories
Steal towns with nobody there
I went looking for my future
I found nothing but Heart Break and despair
Now I'm walking down that old lonesome highway alone
Now I'm walking down that old lonesome road
I'm a man of means by no means
Like Roger Miller - but now I'm homeward bound
I tried to soar like an eagle
Someone shot me, now I'm crashing to the ground
American dream why have you left me
abandoned like some old broken car?
I tried to make it my own way
My own way didn't get me to far
Lonesome highways and closed factories
Steal towns with nobody there
I went looking for my future
I found nothing but Heart Break and despair
Now I'm walking down that old lonesome highway alone
Now I'm walking down that old lonesome road
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3. |
Pain Pills
02:07
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Busting down the door of the newly diagnosed
You gotta get those pills from those who have the most
Crashing through the window of a local pharmacy
see all those pretty bottles, all of them for me
Let's get those
Pain Pills
Now I got the law chasing after me
I'm ducking down the alley and running down the street
It's no problem keeping on my feet
I'm selling these new pain pills to everyone I meet
Let's sell those
Pain Pills
My Grandpa he ran whiskey, my dad he loves his gin
There's nothing in the bible says pain pills are a sin
You can make your living by working every day
I don't need no union to strike for higher pay
I got those
Pain Pills
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4. |
Raised in Flames
03:43
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There is blood in the water – it slowly dissipates
A murky Sludge deciding our fate
We’re going to burn for all the things we’ve done
Our minds our racing as we pull the boat to shore
Cover it with leaves and run the forest floor
We’re in an earthquake zone
We were raised in flames
If you see those flames come down don’t be standing around
Can’t pacify the beast when it gets hot
Boiling point is low – patience is not
We’re in an earthquake zone
Hot-headed flashes, fists fly around
I’m seeing red until you see the ground
We’re going to burn for all the things we’ve done
There’s no point in discussing the matter
We’re products of where we come from
You want a change and I am sure that it’s coming
Just not in the direction you’re hoping for
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5. |
Student Loan Officer
03:00
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Ms. Anderson,
you know a lot about me
for a person who won't tell me
their first name
You keep calling
all the places I used to live
you keep asking
about me
You keep a tab on me
and it's kind of heartwarming
so many friends just
slipped away
I know you say
I'm paying interest on the interest
on the interest on the interest that
I'm not paying
and you say...
I took it, I should give it back
I took it, I should give it back
I took it, I should give it back
and then some...
Sure,
an income evaluation
I've got nowhere I need
to be
I have some collared shirts
and I have some steel-toed (working) boots
I have some resumes
and I have some hair-brained schemes
but,
Ms Anderson,
I don't have any
money
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The Tower of Dudes Victoria, British Columbia
The Tower of Dudes aren’t just your average East meets West gypsy punk accordion rock band. Their lively stage presence and shotgun delivery definitely inspire frenzied dancing and reckless abandon but it’s their expansive repertoire of original songs that set them apart from other acts mining traditional folk music and make them a band for almost any occasion. ... more
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