1. |
Internal Combustion
03:05
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Once upon a time the peak of speed
It's been a while, now the floor is filled with weeds
The hubcaps and mudflaps are gone
The windshield is wiped out
The engine is in wrong
Sitting in the back yard, rusted shut
Pounded by acid rain from dawn to dusk
Fucked up beyond disrepair
Beyond disbelief
Beyond wear and tear
I need oil
Wandering the land with no fuel
I got two shells, one for me and one for you
A hell-hole, a shit-scape, a mud-pit
A tough time and I say Fuck This
I need fuel that's thicker than water
Then patch me up with some duct tape and solder
Hit the road to break back down
And I'll see all you suckers the next time I'm in town
I need oil
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2. |
Back Room
02:30
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Lungs are full of smoke
I think there has to be another way
The back is filling up with crooked deals
And there is no escape
Fixing to asphyxiate
Say, you wanna make a deal
Coercive like a razor blade
Cut you so you barely feel
The executioner
Is in the back room
He's calling all the shots
Your name is coming soon
Hold the tombstone
Tight 'til the night falls
Time to resign
Before the goddamn light's out
Doubting every fact
As I react with every passing breath
Forcing me into a form of life
I'm living into death
Sweeten up the pot
With a promotion, bonus,
And a raise
Put your name upon the dotted line
And sign it all away
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3. |
Red State Blues
02:38
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When will I find the time to drink myself blind?
I pinch every dollar to swallow that cheap white wine
Curl up by the furnace and worship the fire it holds
Consuming the tumors that bloom in my cold, dark soul
And I pray
I pray and pray to pass out right away
And I pray
I pray the Lord will take me today
My eyelids are drooping and losing the will to be wide
I'm feeling the screams of the demons I locked inside
The droning and groaning and moaning that rings in my ears
It drowns the pounding sound of whiskey and tears
And I pray
I pray and pray to pass out right away
And I pray
I pray the Lord will take me today
Seeing spots, my tongue is in knots
My lungs are burnt through
My skull is pulsing from the diesel and glue
I escape with a fatal mistake
And I wait for my name
If I'm not in Hell, I can't tell
'Cause it feels just the same
And I pray
I pray and pray to pass out right away
And I pray
I pray the Lord will take me today
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4. |
Bit
02:41
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I keep on waiting for somebody to save me
And I'll be waiting till I waste away
I sit in silence and it's driving me crazy
I'm past the point of having nothing to say
So my depression is the same as your sadness
You think my panic is the same as your nerves
You write it off as just hysterical madness
And tell yourself that this is what I deserve
I don't imagine that I'll ever be friendly
I don't imagine that I'll ever be calm
I'm unaware of any signals I'm sending
While I pretend it's all my fault
I'm just a nihilist, a pig, and an asshole
An underhuman with no purpose to live
I been banished to the rivers and backroads
I got a soul no god will forgive
Burned my tongue and bit my lip
I can't take much more of this
Burned my tongue and bit my lip
I can't take much more of this shit
This fucking cigarette is giving me cancer
This bourbon whiskey gimme liver disease
And no religion seems to have any answers
None that the internet could give me for free
I sandpaper all the skin of my ribcage
I cut a logo in the side of my arm
I make my eardrums bleed with a mixture
And I escape until I hear the alarm
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5. |
Ghost Town
03:09
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I've been fittin' in better
Livin' in this town
The locals all say I'm the first new blood in town
The first new blood in years
They told me not to come here
They said it won't do me good
Time stands still here
Like they said it would
I'm livin' in a ghost town
No one escapes
Or gets out alive
When you're taken prisoner
In this old ghost town of mine
This ghost town is mine
I've been runnin' this town
Since the breakin' of the dawn
And as the full moon declines
You best be movin' on
This ghost town is mine
I'm livin' in a ghost town
I've been fittin' in better
Livin' in this town
The locals all say I'm the first new blood in town
The first new blood in years
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6. |
Gridlock
02:33
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Fiddle to protect my little
Patch of ash with scrappy pistols
Flashing backwards, iris scans
To prove to me you're not The Man
Cinder block and jungle rot
I broadcast with just 90 watts
I interrupt these muddle facts
That crumble from the huddle mass
I don't want anything to change
I blister with conspiracies
And fester with a lust for greed
A cluster of the underground
A brotherhood of plundered sound
A crying pyre burning high
A tire fire's crying eye
A choir of the right to pass
A wire to the left-hand path
I don't want anything to change
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7. |
Mud Cat
02:54
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Scuttle in the muck like an eel
Can't see, get around by feel
Got stingers behind the arms
But if you mean no harm to me I mean no harm
A common sight in caves and swamps
A parasite, a con man, a sly fox
He's got an angle if you take the bait
Rob you blind with a smile and a handshake
They call him Mud Cat
He'll stab you in the back
A mustache and a series of fins
Filtering the water for oxygen
Shell-shocked in a concrete block
The door stopped with a hasp and a padlock
He had a woman once upon a time
But she left him cold for the warmth of the next guy
Now he's alone, got his 40-ounce on
'Cause a 40-ounce never made him crash on the futon
They call him Mud Cat
He'll stab you in the back
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8. |
Breathe
09:40
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None!
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Lungwrecker Chicago, Illinois
Anti-gospel music for your twisted limbs and carnal sins, a soundtrack to the dirty abandon of a blackout, the bourbon burning in your ears after a hard day's work at the thunder mill. Fuck the neighbors. Turn it up.
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