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A Lot On Your Plate
02:35
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You've got a lot on your plate
But you don't like the taste
You think I'm hard on you now
But honey you just wait
It's the bed that you made but you can't sleep in this place
You've gotta reap what you sow
You've gotta eat your mistakes
The wind is blowing your chaff
But honey you just wait
If it's not looking good, it's the picture you paint
You paint, you paint, you paint
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Breathe to stay alive
You've got a lot on your plate / but you don't like the taste
Keep your foot on the gas
And your hands on the wheel
You never touched the breaks
Honey that's the appeal
It's a hit and run away appeal
Now I'm driving all night
I'm gonna burn down your house
Cuz you never could cash
The cheques you wrote with your mouth
Everything that you said is coming home to you
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Breathe to stay alive
You've got a lot on your plate / but you don't like the taste
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2. |
Cemetery's Land
03:15
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Society's my deity
And It keeps a watchful eye on me
The fuckers got me clocked in Sunday afternoon
And I'm producing reasons to consume
It wants me
Saving for retirement
All to get the finest burial plot inside a spot in the cemetery's land
Killing time until time kills
Earning debt and adding bills
Topping up a second plate
Distracted ways to entertain
Helping fill the landfill up
With dated things and unused stuff
I'm gonna try the best I can to get a spot in the cemetery's land
Oh we're gonna fill it
Oh we're gonna fill it up
Buying things from overseas, I should never truly need
Just to fill an empty home too big to justify alone
Trivial brand loyalty
In this over priveldged modernity
Killing time until time kills
Earning debt and adding bills
Topping up a second plate
Distracted ways to entertain
Helping fill the landfill up
With dated things and unused stuff
I'm gonna try the best I can to get a spot in the cemetery's land
Oh we're gonna fill it
Oh we're gonna fill it up
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3. |
Blu Skidoo
05:38
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I'm alive what does that mean to me?
Am I lost, what have I found
Is it fantasy?
Slam the door, I'm knocking on
Fear follows, me like a dog
Say what you want to say
Before you fade away
When no-one's expecting you
Everyone's born to die
In the language of modern times
The realest of real will do
I'm alive what does that mean inside my mind?
Am I blind, can I see
Can I read the signs?
Slam the door, I'm knocking on
Fear follows, me like a dog
Say what you want to say
Before you fade away
When no-one's expecting you
Everyone's born to die
in the language of modern times
The realest of real will do
Say what you want to say
Say what you need to say
Before you fade away
A moment of happiness
All things are made to pass
This much I know is true
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I'm falling asleep inside of my dreams
I'm running away, or so it seems
Just trying to remember the things I forgot
But who you are's not what you got
I'm not my voice
I'm not this face
I'm just a ghost who's haunting this place
If you can dance, then prove it
There's no time to lose, let your light shine through
Let your spirit loose in your house
If you can dance, just lose it
We're from outer space
Chemicals embrace
We've all got stars in our bones
Everyday starts the same
I wake up in my body, I wake up in my cage
Every second yet to pass
Is coming around the corner
I wanna love you before I mourn ya
I'm not my voice
I'm not this song
I'm just a ghost, who doesn't belong
If you can dance, then prove it
There's no time to lose, let your light shine through
Let your spirit loose in your house
If you can dance, just lose it
We're from outer space
Chemicals embrace
We've all got stars in our bones
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5. |
Protesticles
03:37
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Face like a blade
Politician's grin
You can't stop me
You got it all
Yeah you like to win
You've got the money
Ain't it funny, who prints the money?
I've got my heart
Yeah I've got my sleeve
The truth is out there
David Duchovny
A terrorist
Is just a man to me
Forget those labels
Ain't it funny, who prints the money?
It's your life for money
You wear your best suit down to the sea
Armani suit
Just to count all those dead and dying animals
They're covered in your sticky black totally fucking unnecessary
Your outdate corporate greed
What's it gonna cost?
Money
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6. |
K groovin
02:18
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7. |
Baby Jesus
03:14
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You're way farther than my gaze
How many have paved the way
No prophets are saved
You play that game
You played with your life
Life
We've thrown away
All real time
Spare my life
What is it for?
Unfold your wisdom
What is it for?
Build it all for fun
You play that game with your life
Years of growing our wisdom
We love just running in place
Don't play that game with my life
You're way farther my gaze
How many have paved the way
No prophets are saved
You play that game
You play that game with your life
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8. |
Gram After Gram
04:10
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I've got my head in the clouds
I've got my lungs under fire
i've got memories that are bound to shortly expire
But that's minor to me
So minor to me
It might be muddying me
But what's there left to retrieve
I've got such a harsh cough
But the pain feels soft
Been saving less money but feeling far less ripped off
That's minor to me, so minor to me
It's really minor to me that's what I try to believe
Burn one more dime of the good kind
Gram after gram
Shelter me, sell to me some piece of mind
Gram after gram
I'm still a slacker with no master plan
I don't need love I just need one more gram
I lost track of the hour
I lost track of the day
I lost track of every single pointless cliche
I lost something in me
I lost something in me
I lost something in me and now I've feeling quite free
I got high in the woods
I got better than good
I got to a point of feeling like I should
That's major to me
So major to me
It's really major to me that's what I try to believe
Burn one more dime of the good kind
Gram after gram
Shelter me, sell to me some piece of mind
Gram after gram
I'm still a slacker with no master plan
I don't need love I just need one more gram
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