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I Live in Hell
01:18
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I live in hell, I live in the basement
I live in a garage with no windows my life is wasted
I live in hell with the drunken christians
they're away from their parents for the first time
they can't take it
what does your dream home look like
what does your dream home look like
It'll take you years to even tell
and I'll be sleeping well here in hell
I live in a house with three rooms and three fighting couples
I live in the trailer park with the labs and the scum and the trouble
what does your dream home look like
what does your dream home look like
It'll take you years to even tell
and I'll be sleeping well here in hell
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2. |
Rosa
02:14
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she talks loud as hell, drinks like she might as well
smokes my cigarette just like it's her last
all kinds of out of key, she sings a lot like me
and it echos back under the overpass downtown
she likes to watch the sun come up
but looks like she don't care if it ever does
says it almost always looks the same
screwing up her face she laughs
like her left eye ain't still black or anything
I think that's why I liked her anyway
one more night to kill, days that leave us still
waiting on little more, pocket change and liquor stores
she shakes like anyone strung out, she's almost done
hoping for something else less like this living
all I got is what you see
a beat up face and a world full of enemies
tying off her arm she jokes
I would trade this all for one more hit of dope
it's easy when you're high as this and drunk as shit
to make it another day
I think that's why I'm still here anyway
one more night to kill, days that leave us still
waiting on little more, pocket change and liquor stores
she shakes like anyone strung out, she's almost done
hoping for something else less like this living hell
it sure gets fucking lonely living like the only way to go is out
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3. |
High Fives
02:03
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left me all but dead there
headed out back east
woke up on the porch where
the night before we drank ourselves to sleep
stuck between a drunken daydream
and real eviction threats
thought that you might love me
fuck the landlord, fuck the rent
alright, high fives for low lives
drinking lonely, heartsick drinks tonight
some days, some nights just slip by
sometimes I'm wishing that this world would die
show me the sunny side of regret
tell me the one about sure thing bets
paid in full without the consequences
I know why you have to believe in lies
yeah, I know tonight when I close my eyes
when the room spins, when the brain stops
there's a chance I can let this go for now
try to keep four walls from doing their worst
I know damn well this is far from the first
or the last of drinking with the lights out
wondering where you went
should've known it'd be more of the same shit luck
got enough losing hands to keep myself fucked
until it rains down dollars in the ghetto
I'll hold my breath 'til then
alright, high fives for low lives
drinking lonely, heartsick drinks tonight
some days, some nights just slip by
sometimes I'm wishing that this world would die
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4. |
Lake Ontario
01:32
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it's a long walk home when you feel dead on your feet
and it's hard to hold your head up on nights like these
you can feel the warehouse hours breaking you slowly
your letter said it's a fifteen hour drive
is there room in Toronto for one more
can I lay low on the west shore of Lake Ontario
hard times going around, they're getting harder still
and you can hear the laughter from the mansion on the hill
and the time clock's marking the minutes
it sounds like gunshots
the only plan that I got is leaving everything behind
is there room in Toronto for one more
can I lay low on the west shore of Lake Ontario
I'm not paying what I owe
I'm headed north through Ohio to Lake Ontario
O' Lake Ontario
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5. |
Landlocked
02:42
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leaving trains, I watch them roll away
the southern night cold as hell
it's a ghost town at three am
a fifth away, it calms these landlocked shakes
awake until the sun comes up again
it's always the same, I got this nervous way
it keeps my thoughts somewhere else
keeps me lost inside my head
an awful place, somethings you can't escape
I'll walk these empty streets alone tonight
looking for something to remind myself
here with the stray dogs and the third shift help
I know that I'm slurring these small words
I'm the only one who heard
maybe tomorrow, might be tomorrow
everything won't seem so terrible and desperate
wait 'til tomorrow, wake up tomorrow
you won't be miserable and looking for an exit
wake up tomorrow
there won't be shadows hanging overhead all day
and every stranger won't be a plotting enemy
your luck's got to change, it can't stay the same
each passing day I wonder how much bullshit can we take
before we all end up screaming
just gotta make it through tonight
maybe tomorrow, might be tomorrow
everything won't seem so terrible and desperate
wait 'til tomorrow, wake up tomorrow
you won't be miserable and looking for an exit
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6. |
Doormat
01:23
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yeah she's a doormat so be sure to wipe your feet
scrape off all the shit you got into this week
yeah she's used to it, two long years of it
twenty more from everyone else
it's time for her to stand up for herself
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7. |
Three to the Beach
02:26
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not tonight, don't make that awful sound
it's dragging me farther down
taking out all the fight, holding me to the ground
making my enemies proud and what gives you the right
we're not that hopeless, we're not as fucked as you think
in short lived moments we can do anything
the fucking joke is we're winning when you blink
in short lived moments lousy with victory
we're both sort of right
I don't have much to show, I'll die penniless alone
I'll do what I like and you'll do what you know
never hungry, broke or cold
it's the weight of things I suppose
it's really just the passing of these days
that's gonna leave us all set in our ways
we don't have to take that lying down
I'd be lying if I didn't say
that it's been getting harder to relate
and keep myself from drowning in the crowd and I still believe that
we're not that hopeless, we're not as fucked as you think
in short lived moments we can do anything
the fucking joke is, we're winning when you blink
in short lived moments lousy with victory
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8. |
Park Bench
01:43
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you were swaying on your feet
trying to light a smoke
waiting on a bus
you got nowhere to go
you were sleeping in the park
in a dirty sweatpants suit
the cops woke you up and now you gotta move
walking around wearing a motorcycle helmet
up and down the same streets you walked yesterday
wild irish rose can make a mean world almost decent
it's an illusion handcuffs quickly take away
there ain't enough room in this city for a guy who
wants to drink himself to sleep under the stars
there will always be some shit bag to remind you
right where you are, right where you are
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9. |
Goodbye to Oakland
00:55
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I got two dollars and fifty-one cents
eighteen matches, a lighter, two pens
a beat up copy of canary row
five hundred miles left to go
everywhere I go I'm looking down
watching my old tennis shoes as they're wearing out
walking off these homesick blues
I may be drunk and lost but I'm not confused and
I know where this train is slowly going
north through K-Falls then on to Portland
I know I'm fucked up, it's stupid hoping
you'll answer phone calls
goodbye to Oakland
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10. |
Last Time I Checked
01:51
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last call, last chance to get away before you start sinking in
can't stay this way, I'd say today
seems like a good day for calling in
I'm damn sick of this bullshit, it's got to fucking quit
I can't drag myself through another day
last time I checked no miracle had gotten me out of this
still broke, still stuck, still fucking fucked
and working just to exist
it's a sick joke, it's a dead end
I'm dreaming of a lifetime weekend
walking out and never coming back
I'm getting out while I still have some hope for a better day
I'm getting out, I just can't go on living this way
they beat you down to nothing and you could say that
I'm losing my mind, selling my time
for next to goddamn nothing
watching the days passing away
and turning into something that I don't want to be
I can't live like this it's such a nightmare but I probably will
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11. |
Whiskey and Records
02:39
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the world is dying but I'm not crying
I won't think about it, won't think about it again
I'm all alone now, nobody here now
and this solitude is ringing through my head
can't even come close to getting the guts tonight
to face this one alone when I think about last night
blacked out drunk and still feeling lonely
it's all kind of blurry, fucked up and tense like this town
the world is dying but I'm not crying
I won't think about it, won't think about it again
time slows to stalling, feels like I'm falling
this solitude is ringing through my head
well I can't hear it, I can't hear it, I can't hear it, I can't hear it
the silence drowned out by Wilson Pickett
yeah I can't hear it, I can't hear it, I can't hear it, I can't hear it
the silence is drowned out by He's a Shithead
contemplate my sanity to Soul Dance Number Three
by Built for Speed I start to feel okay
think I'll pull myself away
have another drink today
it's whiskey and records again
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12. |
Lost Cause
01:30
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been here for so long now I'm falling down
oh you never called
waited all night long, you're still not around
this isn't working at all
drinking my money away, that didn't take up much time
time is all I got right now, time is not on my side
was it ever at all, I don't want to fall
hung up for so long, now I'm crashing down
I've been just waiting this out for so long
we hoped for the best now we're finding out
we really had nothing at all
now I'm wondering why I was chasing this feeling
that I wasn't feeling at all
and I don't know how I got so tired and stupid
and I don't know how I let this go
so I am done waiting and waiting and waiting, awaiting your call
please don't call, please don't call
fucked up for so long, I got myself to blame
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13. |
Begging For Tips
01:52
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have you ever served food
to tall dark handsome men in suits
trading business cards
and trading well practiced handshakes too
call you buddy, call you friend
call them sir with a big grin
begging for tips is still begging just the same
have you ever stripped for money
perverts staring at your body
double chins running with droll
and their hard ons poking through
call you baby, call you friend
call them sir with a big grin
begging for tips is still begging just the same
have you ever played guitar
on the street in some town afar
grubby hands on rusted strings
or what's left of your last three
give you pity, call you friend
call them sir with a big grin
begging for tips is still begging just the same
have you ever served food
to tall dark handsome men in suits
trading business cards
and trading well practiced handshakes too
call you buddy, call you friend
call them sir with a big grin
I swear I'll never feel this small again
begging for tips is still begging just the same
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don't fuck with perfection this really is a masterpiece
the brainchild of assholes with everything to lose
hell bent on forcing the burden of a religion
that demands if you're fucked, you'll stay fucked forever
try to kill the sound of all your hopes and dreams
it's easy street inside the gears of their machines
yeah, we do what we can to get by
like holding back the urge to walk into traffic
the workers' rights start cutting into the profits, what's left
eleven hour days leave you just enough to forget them
it's a choice between a gun or a bottle, don't know
which one you'll reach for when you punch out tomorrow
so now get busy dying or get busy forgetting
there's no way to win in a world that you never made
it's reliable failure we've all come to know
at the end of the day misery is all alone
the american dream is just salt peter and shame
and now we're desperately grabbing a fistful of rain
try to kill the sound of all your hopes and dreams
it's easy street inside the gears of their machine
well we do what we can to get by
yeah, just do what you can to get by
and stay right where they want you
what's there to hold onto
things that will haunt you
night after night after night
stay right where they want you
you might believe that it's all true
can you ignore what will haunt you every single night
all our fears just keep us down
there's nothing here on our side of town
nothing's saved, it's been replaced
now it's buried in the rubble of a world that we never made
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Dear Landlord
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