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Carnies
02:40
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I went hitchhiking on the railroad track
About a month ago
Now the porter asked for his money back
But I was running really low
I said I'm sorry sir I don't mean to stall
I spent a lifetime behind the 8 ball
But here is my card give me a call tonight
Cause it's just you and me and the carnies
Rendezvous with dad's army
Checking if the coast is clear
Guess I'll see you in 10 years
Well I just got in from a long night out
Of blasting the radio
Down on one knee for the world to see
Honeymooning in Moscow
When the circus rolls back into town
I'll hide cause I'm scared shitless of clowns
And the landlord's inspecting my house tonight
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Pop Murray
02:40
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I got my moral compass intact
I lost my patience I don't want it back
I handed out the loaves and fish
But they don't follow the backward hicks
Talking slow and laughing loud
Well read and real highbrow
A quick stop to earn some cred
You can hear the sound whistle over my head
Pop Murray, taught me everything I know
Somebody, is always taking what you're owed
We're hear to party, We'll head whichever way the wind blows
Everyone is on the take
Making coin's not a habit to break
The family are union fans
And they're ruining my best laid plans
I'm here to stop the boats
Distract the dials that swim the moat
A quick stop to earn some cred
You can hear the sound whistle over my head
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Gerard Said
01:45
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Gerard said that his well's run dry
He's done too much partying and his brain's been fried
Go done now paper boy, cause the rumours are true
But I guess it's all the same to you
Lifetime, behind, there's circles in the crop
Can't seem to get my ringing ears to stop
Gerard said, that he's doing fine
He's pawned everything he owns but,
He's still behind
The biggest fish in the smallest pond
One day you wake up and everything's gone
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Prayer
01:53
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Tell me I'm not the only one
Who'd like a model on my arm
The girl's don't wanna know my name
I don't think it's gonna change
So tell me how am I
Sposed to get ahead
Come on look me in the eye
Tell me I haven't got a prayer
Tell me I'm not the only one
Who gets shot down all the time
I got her number when she left
But when I called the line went dead
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Wondering
02:12
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Yeah I bet you're wondering
How I got to be
Sitting in this waiting room
For the whole world to see
And I got a birds-eye view
On everything you do
Queuing out the door
I'll sit here in this waiting room
For an eternity
Come on tell me what it ailing you
I'll cure your disease
Yeah I bet you're wondering
Where I got this barn
And how something so heavy
Is everything you are
And I'd like to tip my hat
To the place you're at
Here let me take your coat
I'll put it on the rack
Yeah I bet you're wondering
Why I even care
About your suffering
And your despair
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Odd Socks
01:13
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Odd socks, how do they get lost
They started off together when I threw them in the wash
And then, I put them on the line
He hangs them out to dry
It's just them in the sun, now they're not matching up
Damn washing machine, I'm a victim of your clean
What about my holy jocks and all my unpaired socks
And the fraying of the seams, what if those colours bleed?
Damn washing machine, I'm a victim of your clean
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Chickenshit
01:41
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Yeah you got a stunned look about you son
Look like you've been hit in the head in the shovel
And your slow drawl it ain't helping you none
We're not convinced you're not on the level
And the sun toss up in the weatherboards
It's like a residency from hell
I hope you don't mind me asking
Do you ever feel like missing out
Cause there's nobody left but us chickens
And it's against the pricks that we're kicking
But I've fallen off the wagon, so give me one for the road
Yeah you got a drunk look about you son
Your eyes don't meet in the middle
And the people who change are next to none
Don't hold your breath while they solve this riddle
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Flatlands
05:09
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Some get it up in lights
I get it up in chalk
I'm doing quiet alright
That's me on the blackboard
Don't have the answers yet,
The question it is real clear
Can you look me in the eye
And tell me what are we doing here
Cause the only friends the dust
Keeping me company
The heat you can always trust
The cracks in the plan growing steadily
And off in the distance straight from left-field
They're shaking the cans
Another E.C appeal
And nobody knows ya
Until it's time to leave
They clap a hand on your shoulder
Say the best they've seen
And where you gonna go
I'm out the door walking
Cause we were just about to say
It's the alcohol talking
It's a tired old cliche, but it must be said
It sure feels great, rolling into the flatlands again
I've been way away, for too many days
But now I'm back again, so everything is gonna be ok
So tell me friend, where did that nice smile go?
And when's it gonna end? That's what I'd really like to know
Cause it's a sad old story
Painted on the people's face
We're not going nowhere
Not anything from this place
And would you like to join me, doing nothing at all
We talk of revolution, talk of hammering down walls
Cause the grass is greener, and I mean that literally
Things just get better, 100 miles away
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