1. |
Sherlock
01:35
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I still ain't cracked the code
You, me and Sherlock Holmes
We're getting the close
To the bank robber and Russian spy
To the nuclear sub and satellites
Stolen art and sniper guns
Conspiracy and oil drums
Don't know what I've been thinking
So I'll just keep on drinking
I got my ear to the ground
No one knows what's going down
Without a sound
With your tin foil hats, tapped phone lines
Twin towers, everything is fine
39 steps, ships commanding
Hollywood set fake moon landing
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2. |
Shady Ladies
02:05
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Gunfight OK Corral
3 years living in hell
Grow a pair and bless the mess
Drink lots more, eat lots less
Square dance the swing and duck
Turns out my time is up
Getting no bang for my buck
It's all fuzzy
Cause it's a long walk back into town
5 Shady ladies down
I don't know what I did last night
Bin night kicked to the curb
Life lessons I'll never learn
No dice, no pants, no shoes
But I'll still got my attitude
No clue how you got to bed
Don't know how you bumped your head
Sweat bullets, short of breath, we ain't reached the end
Cause it's a long walk back into town
5 Shady ladies down
I don't know what I did last night
And I don't know if I wanna find out
Our ship has ran aground
We're gonna fucking drown
So how can I come clean
When I don't know where I've been
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3. |
The Drugs
01:16
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The best band I ever saw were a bunch of junkies
I couldn't turn my eyes away
They blistered through a set but the never did nothing
They said it's always been the same
They blame religion, they blame the gun
The politicians who got it wrong
They blame the man, forgot to love
They blame the system, I blame the drugs
They've been pensioned off but their records go gold
Another casualty of rock 'n' roll
They blame religion, they blame the gun
The politicians who got it wrong
They blame the TV, said it was hard
They blame the system, I blame the drugs
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4. |
K man strikes again
02:11
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5 years, 4 tries, it comes back to bad alibis
It's looking like the K man struck again
Barre chords, not bored, nug runs can be rest assured
It's looking like the K man struck again
Car crash, small scratch every vessel needs a match
It's looking like the K man struck again
Sick ink, can't blink, blading at the skating rink
It's looking like the K man struck again
When shit gets real when plans go south
I know a guy who'll work it out,
No dial tone on the bat phone
The K man strikes again
Feedback, half stack, hocking gear and scoring crack
It's looking like the K man struck again
Pay fines, fast signs, ticket stubs, cutting lines
It's looking like the K man struck again
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5. |
Walls
02:15
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I want some ringing in my ears
I wanna feel it the next day
I wanna lose a couple of years
I want the unsafest space
Set me up for a fall
You got me climbing the walls
Give me 3 chords, give me the truth
Give me a soapbox with a view
Give me another longest night
Give me a reason to fight
I wanna be back in the red
I need a stage, I need to shred
I need my fix, I need my drug
I need to fill this grave I dug
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Gerard never got on the train
He's back at his house, filling a worn out suitcase
Still got the strat, says he still plays
He'll be taking offers, from the look on his face
Gerard scored some gear from the pub
But what he really needed was an out not an up
Gerard says he's shit outta luck
But he's moving off, because enough is enough
Gerard never got on the plane
He was all set to go but there was a hurricane
He told me work pickings were slim
But he knew a guy hiring at the silos in Brim
Gerard says he's from a golden age
Yeah the lord was his shepherd
But he lost his way
He calls me up every fucking day
He's still surprised that the world changed
Gerard never made it to Brim
The car wouldn't start, the bosses phone wouldn't ring
Gerard's gotta get outta town
Cause it's tearing him up and it's holding him down
Gerard never got on the train
Gerard never boarded the plane
The only question that still remains
Why are you so surprised the world changed
It's time that he grew wings
Cause life is a gamble, it's his turn to win
All bets are off, All bets are off
I thought I saw him leave
On the back of the truck
Chasing he's dreams
All bets are off, All bets are off
Gerard said
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7. |
Tango
02:40
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Shots in the dark, stoning the crows
I'm here for a drink, but you'd never know
Tumbleweed blues, the land of the green
You don't get to choose
It's time for a tango
A small memento
To all your problems, dancing solves them
Drama never ends for a song and dance man
Back at the ranch, it's original gin
No fires round here, the choir will sing
So pull me in close we'll put on a show
Nobody knows
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