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Intro
00:47
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2. |
Extra Sugar
03:54
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Strung-out
Kitten
Catnip
Rolling around.
Bright lights
Dancing
Cool kids
Having some fun.
And something in your pocket tells me you don't care.
And something in your pocket says you're already there.
Something
Missing
Deep-dark
Corner of the room.
No heart
No soul
Bad dog
Howls at the moon.
Red blood
White skin
Cool kids
Having some fun.
And something in your pocket tells me you don't care.
And something in your pocket says you're already there.
All cool kids
Go to hell
Before they die --
So do I.
Are you ready
To take the hit
For the team?
Same as me, same as me, same as me.
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3. |
Mouth To Mouth
05:12
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Mouth to mouth.
It starts bitter but,
Gets sweet in the end.
Drown it out.
With the tv spitting nonsense
In the foreground.
On your bed.
You hold my hand,
While I take my meds.
And no amount of savings earned,
or money spent.
Can make me feel,
Make me feel,
Like a man.
Mouth to mouth.
A stupid thing we like to talk about.
Down and out.
You laid in bed,
Without a sound.
Mouth to mouth.
A stupid thing we like to talk about.
Down and out,
You laid in bed,
Without a sound.
And no amount of savings earned,
or money spent.
Can make me feel,
Make me feel,
Like a man.
Make me feel,
Make me feel,
Make me feel,
Like a man.
Make me feel,
Make me feel,
Make me feel,
Like a man.
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And they don't care about their reflection.
And they don't mind if it never shows.
And they don't care about how you spend your paychecks.
They'll get what they want and then they'll ghost.
They can't see it all,
The ways you've been hurting.
Even if they could,
they probably won't.
Prickly pear, stuck in your throat again.
Prickly pear never goes away.
And they don't care about your tension.
They'll brush it off as an overreaction.
They'll say they love you when they look at your body.
They'll say they love you, and then they won't.
Prickly pear, will you take their money?
Prickly pear, I hope you get away.
Prickly pear, I know you can escape them.
Prickly pear, will always find a way.
Prickly pear doesn't taste that sweet now.
As you swallow it cuts all the way down.
Prickly pear will leave you in need again.
Prickly pear just wants to see you bleed.
Prickly pear just wants you to bleed again.
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5. |
The Boy Beside Me
04:15
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I am not a man,
and I am tired.
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Your kind of love is so confusing,
All the words and the drugs you're using.
Late at night you turn to tell me,
I'm not a product here to sell you on.
I pride myself on being sappy,
I buy us things to make us happy.
You don't need anyone to tell you,
These things, they have the tendency to kill you.
The tendency to lock you in a room.
And I don't see, something else.
And I don't need anyone to tell me
I'm living like I'm out of time.
Living like I'm out of time.
And I see, something else,
And you don't need anyone to tell you
You're living like you're out of time.
Out of time.
Out of time.
You don't need anyone to tell you,
These things, they have the tendency to kill you.
The tendency to lock you in a room.
What's your favorite brand?
What do you think about when you hold my hand?
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7. |
Cardboardhead
04:00
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Take my cardboard head
and lop it off
with your pretty-pink bootknife.
There's something about my hands
that makes them good to hold,
and sometimes
that's good enough for me.
I'm sick of being insane,
I'm tired of being another stupid boy
with another stupid headache.
But you give me just enough
to go off.
To keep myself in line.
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8. |
Shooting Brake
03:50
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I become one.
With the machine.
Doing 90 miles an hour.
Heat, light, and speed.
Never died on horsepower.
Especially not me.
I'm not a man.
I'm a driver.
I am not a man.
I'm a driver.
I cannot think.
I cannot feel.
Anxiety is so contrived.
When I'm on a dangerous drive.
I am not a man.
I'm a driver.
I am not a man.
I'm a driver.
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9. |
Gorehound
03:20
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Gorehound
Nipping at my feet again
It never seems to end
Bloody wounds not meant to mend.
Looking out
The water tower lights are blinking
On and off, back and forth,
Red dots burn against the forest.
Gorehound,
When it rips me clean in half,
I'll let you take all the scraps,
I'll let you take your favorite half of me.
And when
It gets real ugly
You can feel it from 300 miles away.
And when
It gets too dirty
You won't feel anything,
You won't feel anything.
Gorehound,
Batting round my head,
I never had the acumen.
Gorehound,
Batting round my head,
Back and forth,
Back and forth,
Back and forth.
Back and forth forever,
Throw my body back together.
Back and forth again forever.
And when
It starts to get ugly,
You can feel it from 300 miles away.
And when
It starts to get dirty,
You won't feel anything,
You won't feel anything.
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10. |
Ex Oh
05:15
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On my life,
I swear I was so scared
the whole time.
The night sky,
On your windowsill,
Reflecting into mine.
All my time,
All my fingertips would get numb
When you would ask those questions.
All my life,
I have tried, and tried
But comfort was denied.
And you were
acting funny.
The night that you
told me.
You were high.
You were high.
You were
high.
On my life
I swear I was so fucking scared the whole time.
On your life
Do you swear you would never
raise a hand to me next time?
All the time
It's so hard to believe
You found it funny
Poking my shoulder at night.
When I was ready to sleep.
And you were acting funny.
On the night that you told me,
You loved me.
You were high.
You were high.
You were high.
You were high.
You were high.
You were
high.
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11. |
Corner Of Your Eye
03:42
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Locked in your room
Never notice
Lost all the time.
Locked in your room
Never notice
See something corner of your eye.
Locked in your room
You don't notice,
from the corner of your eye,
we got 'em.
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With all the signs against you,
and everything you know,
and everything you are,
you're a star.
Stupid lines are hidden secrets
in your pocket,
hoping for you.
I don't need,
I don't care
And I can't see it.
And you can't know it too.
Dopamine giver, I love you forever.
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13. |
The Girl In Feedback
07:00
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There's the girl
stuck inside the wall of noise.
Oscilloscopes and radar bays,
she whispers something for the boys.
I'm the girl,
Oscillating, looping.
Harsher as the time goes on.
Look at me like nothing's wrong.
You're the girl in feedback.
I'm the girl in feedback.
You're the girl in feedback.
I'm so anxious I could die.
Right here,
on the spot.
I'm so anxious I could die.
Right here,
on the spot.
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GODRAYS Columbus, Ohio
GODRAYS is queer bedroom rock performed by Jone Ort.
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