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Tarnished Treasure
05:04
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Words belittle-words cut quick
you tighten the tourniquet
and I'm shrinking-what were you thinking?
You withhold and you deny:
the rations that you grant are in short supply.
And I'm sinking-but you're not even blinking.
Chorus:
But I know if we try we can make it all better.
And follow the map to the tarnished treasure.
X marks the spot where you buried my heart.
Promises made and then retracted.
I'm all off balance-and you're distracted.
And I'm falling-I find it appalling.
The road is crooked like a crazy 8.
Like Sisyphus, I feel the weight.
And I'm crawling-with the burden I'm hauling.
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Night of the Zombies
03:24
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In the dark of a cold November
leaves were blowing in the wind.
And the moon in the sky was an old man's eye
staring down at the condemned.
Things were strange and weird and cruel
it was hard for me to breathe.
The bureaucrats and the infected rats
had unleashed a disease.
Chorus: It's the night of the zombies baby! The living dead!
They find your brains so tasty, better keep them in your head!
I see them shuffling down the street
It's a good thing they can't run.
But i fear this apocalypse
has only just begun.
Their flesh is rotting-their tongues hang out-
their expression is a vacant stare.
And everywhere they go, people scream and shout
It's the opposite of debonair.
They all got their marching orders
They all do what they're told.
Obedience to the point of torture-
Consumption uncontrolled.
An endless hunger-never filled:
such soulless, grim desire.
Zombies are everywhere I go...
Yeah, I think that I'm gonna retire.
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Spittin' In The Wind
02:58
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Going through life like a puppet on a string---
yeah the man behind the curtain keeps a-changing the scenes.
Just a cog in the wheel of a mighty machine-
try to get off the ride and you'll see what I mean.
Chorus:
The game's been fixed.
They say you can't win.
But it's all a trick:
Spittin' in the wind.
Just a mouse in the rat-race that never ends.
Going round and round and round in circles cuz the rules don't bend.
You can only break em baby if you're already rich.
And if you're not, then thanks a lot, you son of a bitch!
Well I ain't giving up no no-I ain't gonna lie.
You can't take it with you baby and we're all gonna die.
I might still lose but I ain't gonna quit.
There's a stiff wind coming baby, and I'm gonna spit!
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4. |
It's Your Move
03:06
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I try to remember-the taste of your kiss.
I try to remember-the sweetness on your lips.
But it just fades away-like the end of the day
and I'm left....wanting a little more.
The way you touch me-your hands on my skin.
The way you touch me-I wish you'd do it again.
We act so nonchalant-like we don't care if we do it or not
but I do! And I always did before.
Chorus:
It's your move.
The next step is up to you.
It's your move.
So what are you gonna do?
Where do we go now?
Or do we go at all?
Where do we go now?
Can I give you a call?
I'm running out of things to say-
rather not be talking anyway...
stop me! I think I've gone too far.
Could this be something?
Are you wondering about it too?
Hey, maybe it's nothing-I haven't got a clue.
I'm hoping you'll say yes to me-
maybe not, I guess we'll see but hey:
I can wish upon a star.
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