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I can't Sleep (cover)
01:54
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Wish I could turn on my light
And read my Village Voice
But layin' next to this beached whale
I haven't got the choice
He looked good at the time
I must have been out of my mind
Now I can't sleep
Hoping for a wild night
Of sexual gymnastics
But he thought he was God's gift
Selfish and sarcastic
I wanted to take him home
And I got him so I shouldn't groan
But I can't sleep
I can't sleep
Minutes pass like hours
My eyes open wide
Staring up at the ceiling
Every paint crack memorized
Think I'll reset my alarm
To go off extra early
Wake him up and get him out
Try to sleep until 8:30
Being up all night's alright
If it's filled with erotic delight
But I can't sleep
I can't sleep
I can't sleep
I can't sleep
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2. |
Out of the Black (cover)
04:04
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How did it feel when it came alive and took you
Out of the black? It broke your skin and shook through
Every part of me, every part of you
You made a fool out of me and took the skin off my back running
So don't breathe when I talk, 'cause you haven't been spoken to
I've got a gun for a mouth and a bullet with your name on it
But a trigger for a heart bleeding blood from an empty pocket
I never knew why and you didn't care when
It closed every door, and washed away no sin
And I promised you like you promised me
But those vows we made fucked it up for free
You made a fool out of me and took the skin off my back running
So don't breathe when I talk, 'cause you haven't been spoken to
I've got a gun for a mouth and a bullet with your name on it
But a trigger for a heart bleeding blood from an empty pocket
You made a fool out of me and took the skin off my back running
So don't breathe when I talk, 'cause you haven't been spoken to
I've got a gun for a mouth and a bullet with your name on it
But a trigger for a heart bleeding blood from an empty pocket
And it tortures slow
Never lets you go
Deals a crooked hand
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3. |
Bulls on Parade (cover)
03:52
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Come with it now
The microphone explodes, shattering the mold
Either drop the hits like de la O or get the fuck off the commode
With the sure shot, sure to make the bodies drop
Drop and don't copy, yo, don't call this a co-op
Terror rains drenchin', quenchin' the thirst
Of the power dons, that five-sided Fistagon
The rotten sore on the face of Mother Earth gets bigger
The trigger’s cold, empty your purse
Rally 'round the family with a pocket full of shells
Weapons, not food, not homes, not shoes
Not need, just feed the war, cannibal animal
I walk the corner to the rubble, that used to be a library
Line up to the mind cemetery now
What we don't know keeps the contracts alive and movin'
They don't gotta burn the books, they just remove 'em
While arms warehouses fill as quick as the cells
Rally 'round the family, pockets full of shells
Rally 'round the family with a pocket full of shells
Come with it now
Bulls on parade
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