1. |
Sad Drunk Song
02:13
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I prefer to drink my feelings plain
With a kick like the words that cut against the grain
I wont ever take it back
Why would I want to anyway?
I prefer to drink my feelings straight
Out the bottle when you told me it was way too late
I aint ever coming back
And you aint ever gonna change
Oh, I'm drunk and a little stoned
Thinking maybe I should just leave you alone
I prefer to eat my feelings raw
Packed up and left my common sense in Arkansas
I may never make it back
Oh God, I hope I see the day
I prefer to eat my feeling cold
Out the trash and sing the saddest story ever told
I aint ever going back to that
Godforsaken place
Oh, I'm standing in the road
Won't somebody run me over?
Just let me go
Oh, you're breaking all my bones
Singing "Baby won't you please just leave me alone?"
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2. |
Nicotene
01:44
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I got nicotine in my bloodstream turning my teeth green
I want to throw up, I want to grow up
Up the hall and down the stairs
Shave my legs and dye my hair
Everyone's looking at me but I don't care
I got caffeine keeping my mind clean just like a light-beam
I want to shine out, I want to find out
Out of the closet and around the room
Shit my pants and dust my broom
Nothing here to see and nothing to do
Well in the age of information
I can form a sovereign nation on my own
It's just me and my mathematics
Smoking weed in grandma's attic all alone
I got klonopin making my blood thin making my head spin
I want to turn up, I want to burn up
Up the street and down the lane
Up a creek and down the drain
And I'm burning, burning, burning all the way
Well it's a sad old situation
When I form a sovereign nation of myself
But at least in this condition
I've got lot's of ammunition against my health
Oh I got nicotine in my bloodstream turning my teeth green
I want to stumble, I want to crumble
Dust to dust and milk to mold
Iron to rust and cash for gold
I'm never never never getting old
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3. |
Winter Solstice
04:51
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Oh, you're a slippery one
and I'm a drunk piece of shit
you're my Klonopin
my Winter Solstice
and I can't talk about you
or see myself without you
Yea, I drank all the wine
and smashed the bottle on the floor
swear it's the last time
snort all the bath-salts
and cut my arm open
this broken glass is hoping I'm true
Darling, won't you pray for me? Because I'm so ashamed...
Oh, you're a vengeful one
I'm just a sad sack of shit
you're the tequila shot
I had for breakfast
and I talk talk about you
or see myself without you
There's a ghost in my room
they like Courtney Love too
their lies make wishes
my Winter Solstice
becoming co-dependent
and feeling so transcendent when I choke
I want to if you want to. I'll never be the same...
Now who's the sorry one?
like you've been taking all my shit
keep your hands to yourself
pal, you could never
can't bear to think about it
well babe, let's drink about it
You got your brand new head
I got my love on a stick
I'm frozen soaking wet
your Winter Solstice
come to me when I fall asleep
you dump your can of gasoline and strike
Darling, don't you stray from me before you scratch off my name...
I want to if you want to. I want you if you want to.
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4. |
All Brand New
02:41
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I can write a better song
That sounds a lot less like
Shitting in one hand and
Wishing in the other one
I can drive a car
I can drive as far away as I need to
To never see your face again
I can keep a man
Well, I can't keep him honest
But at least I know he'll call me every night
No, it's not much better than
Being on my own
But it's better than being with someone like you
I could say that I never loved you too
But you and I both know I could never tell a lie like you
I can go a day
Or two with out a cigarette
Or drinking until my heart's content
Though I may never get away
From your voice ringing inside my head
Finally some lyrics written all by you
I hope I never hear that voice again
You're all brand new
I could say that I never loved you too
But you and I both know I could never tell a lie like you
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5. |
Seeing Red
02:54
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Shove my man I'll kick your ass
He'll throw your skateboard in the trash
Oh, this city of a million hipsters to fight
I'll be sleeping under the bridge tonight
Give me a reason to stay
Give me a reason not to rip all the hair out of my head
Oh, now you've made your bed
And expect me to lay here with you
Your breath smells like trash and hops
Now we're ducking out the cops
Don't test me when I'm drunk and manic
That's my heart with the spike in his pocket
Give me a reason to ride
Give me a reason not to rip all the hair out of my head
Now you're packing up our bed
And ask me to carry it with you
Maybe I'm the scum of the earth
At least you think I'm handsome when I'm covered in dirt
Everywhere I look is detest
Whip you with a leash and took a steel-toe to the chest
Give me a reason to cry
Give me a reason not to rip all the hair out of my head
Now I'm seeing red
And beg me to stay here with you
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6. |
Wisdom Tree
04:29
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The air in the mountains gets cold
When the sun sinks into the sea
But the Hollywood sign stays on all the time
The City of Angels don’t sleep
And there’s cameras recording it all
But there’s some places that they don’t see
All the cops on patrol don’t know wisdom still grows
And its flowers are going to seed
This tree’s seen a fire burn all through the land
And it knows that one day it will happen again
We’ll melt through the ice, topple the walls
Every courthouse, cop station, and prison will fall
There’s cops down there cruising skid row
Finding shelters and tearing them down
Taking women and men to get locked in a pen
In that windowless building downtown
So it’s time to stop being polite
From the streets and the sidewalks we’ll shout
Fuck your laws, fuck your orders; queer love knows no borders
Burn the carceral state to the ground
There’s fascists on patrol
Guarding bloodstained gold
Death to America
No more USA
Take back what they stole
Make the people whole
Death to America
No more USA
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7. |
Dawning
03:04
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Loving anyone but you is just so fucking gross, isn't it?
Going anywhere with out you is just so fucking wrong, isn't it?
Oh you say that this story isn't over
But it's over enough for me
If I stayed I'd slip away
Into this perfect person that you made out of me
All the scraps you threw them in the trash
After you cut away what you didn't want to see
Because being okay with out you is just impossible, isn't it?
Loving anyone but you is just so fucking gross, isn't it?
Oh you say that my life isn't over
But it sure feels over when you're here
Our children will grow to believe
That if they are anything like me they'll be ugly
All the beds that they lay in
With a vacant heart they'll chase that feeling you gave me
Loving who I love to you is just so fucking gross, isn't it?
Loving anyone but you scares you half to death. doesn't it?
Oh you say that this story isn't over
But it's over enough for me
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8. |
Tecate and Tequila
04:28
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I'm drinking Tecate and Tequila
In this dingy little bar
And secretly I'm glad you couldn't make it
Cause if you'd attend we'd have to show our friends
How functional we are
And tonight I'm too sad and drunk to fake it
I remember the first time
We got drunk on shitty wine
I remember the first time you saw me naked
And though these days we're mostly clothed
Somehow I feel much more exposed
As though my sense of self has slowly been ablated
I love you
I love you so fucking much
But I can't be myself if I am just your crutch
I guess it's true
I need to love myself first
I can calculate my debt but I can't calculate my worth
Was I anything to you?
Beyond the pictures of me you drew
Flat and static on the page
Trapped inside this graphite cage
But it made me feel so damn important
Living my whole life in your orbit
Floating aimlessly through space
Your light reflecting off my face
I went around, around your ego
You went around, around my head
We went up and down this spiral
But mostly we just stayed in bed
I'm drinking Tecate and Tequila
In my divey hometown bar
And honestly I'm glad you're nowhere near it
Cause if you'd come along you'd just monologue
About your life so far
Well I know that story, I don't want to hear it
You don't need to tell me why
I keep drinking every night
I know I'm searching for a point of reference
And after all that we've been through
I don't want a love that's true
I want one fake enough that I can tell the difference
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9. |
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I took a shit on the plane
I'm so sorry
Those eight dollar plastic cups of wine
Got the best of me
The smell was inconvenient
And I know it wasn't very classy
But I don't know what they expect
From the back of economy
Oh my mama didn't raise me this way
At least she didn't mean to
I guess what I'm trying to say is
I can be the worst too
Someone once told me
That all the good ones are married or gay
Well it's funny they should say that
Cuz I happen to be both of those things
Even though he's far away
I'm still reminded of my no-good husband
Every time I see the shitty stick-and-poke
He put on my hand
Oh my mama didn't raise me this way
At least she didn't mean to
I guess what I'm trying to say is
I make mistakes too
Well I left a pile of empty beer cans laying by the tub
My granny was so disappointed I've been getting buzzed
But I've been here all by myself just waiting for your call
And I gotta pick my drunk ass up every time I fall on my face
Oh my mama didn't raise me this way
At least she didn't mean to
I guess what I'm trying to say is
I'm a fucking wreck too
Oh my mama didn't raise me this way
At least me she didn't mean to
I guess I was just calling to say
That I missed you
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10. |
Tits and Ass
02:09
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Get over it baby
They're just getting lazy
Just another loser left on read
Shot-gun to my mouth
Cold beer pouring down
I think that I would rather be dead
But I got tits and ass and tits and ass
And piles of broken glass
Some shit that will put hair on your chest
I got flabby arms and boyish charm
A tendency to fall apart
Tell me who the fuck could resist
Get over it baby
I'm just acting crazy
And ego's getting to big for my pants
Maybe it's my borderline
Or one of them bi-polar signs
Or the chemicals they're putting in the tamps
But I got tits and ass and tits and ass
And piles of broken glass
A sexy patch of hair on my chest
I'm reducing harm with battle scars
A tendency to fall apart
Tell me who the fuck could resist
Get over here baby
Have you checked my gender lately?
If it quacks like girl it must be
Cuz you sure as shit aint gay
At least that's what you always say
When you stare me down what do you see?
Just my tits and ass and tits and ass
And piles of broken glass
A pool of cum you left on your bed
Yea my tits and ass snake in the grass
I'm sorry but I'll have to pass
I think that I would rather be dead
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11. |
If You Ever Come My Way
03:47
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When I stare long enough at the mirror
I can see my face start to crack
I'm getting a little old to be in love
And not loved back
Isn't it funny?
You said you loved me on the phone
I know it doesn't count
You've been drinking all alone
And feeling horny and helpless
And my voice was the next best thing to
Someone else's once again
If I ever make it back I will pretend we never met
If you ever come my way I hope that you will do just that
I knew that this time was the last time I would ever look at you
I hope you fucking missed it
I hope you fucking missed it
When I cried at the sight of the back of your head
If I ever make it back I promise this time I won't forget
You don't owe me precious time and darling I don't owe you shit
Sometimes the best thing you can do is just break even
This is the last song I will ever write about you
I hope you fucking like it
I hope you fucking like it
It's the closest thing to closure we will get
If you ever come my way just know that I will wish I was dead
This is the last time I will admit that I love you
I know you'll just deny it
You'll pretend that you can't hear it
Even if I scream it at the top of my lungs
That I loved you since I left
The first time and the last
And all the times in between
Every mile I gain just might be the end of me
Every time I think of you I can feel my rip cage crack
But I am just to god damn old
To be in love and not loved back (but you know that)
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12. |
Rage and Love
03:47
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When I woke up I was inside out
Ears ringing with a wordless shout
Of anger, pain, and fear
We took their spit, their slurs, their dirty looks
Now they're trying to cook the books
To make us disappear
I don't have the voice to tell him no
Hands up my skirt, tongue down my throat
Just get me out of here
And though it used to be a clarion call
Today I just feel so damn small
When I say I'm queer
All I have is my rage and my love
I'm scared it won't be enough
They tell you stand up or you'll be erased
Paint a lipstick bullseye on your face
And say your name with pride
But don't get cocky, don't forget
It's your fault if you end up dead
Don't look him in his eyes
So maybe you should tone it down
When normal people are around
It's better if you hide
We don't give a fuck what's in your heart
You're defined by body parts
Your gender is a lie
So we light our candles, build our shrines
Sing our hymns and draw our lines
In sharpie on the floor
We build our bodies out of sticks and strings
And all the pretty useless things
That wash up on the shore
We bite our nails and rip our skin
To let a little sunlight in
When we can't feel anymore
Then we tattoo hearts around the holes
Faded ink on weary souls
And wonder what it's for
All we have is our rage and our love
Oh god I pray that's enough
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13. |
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Shut up and drink your tears
I'm talking to that loser across the bar and in the mirror
You look so damn pathetic while you're crying in your beer
So, shut up and drink your tears
They aint gonna tell you shit
Quit checking on your phone cuz nobody's calling it
On your heart they took a dump you spewed some word vomit
Aw, they aint gonna tell you shit
Yea well Portland can suck my dick
There aint nothing to do there but fight some racist pricks
I'm tired of drinking Steel Reserve until I'm bloody and sick
Yea Portland can suck my dick
Who said you could touch my dog?
I know he's so damn cute just like a fuzzy little frog
But you just took a shit and didn't wash your hands off
So, who said you could touch my dog?
Well, why don't you get a job?
You're drinking all your money and you're looking like a slob
Do you wanna be 30 and still living with grandma?
Why don't you get a job?
Shut up and drink your tears
You aint no hopeless romantic just a funny little queer
You look so damn pathetic while you're crying in your beer
So, shut up and drink your tears!!
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