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There's a red barn burnin' and it smells darn good,
Like autumn's final catch; Breeze breathes cleansing breath.
There's nothin' left but the steed, Kickin'/Nayin',
I'm sayin', "He burst out the stable in a cloud of fiery dusk."
There's a barn goin' up, it smells of shit and rust
But the paint couldn't be cleaner, red as the blood we bleed out
There's no one here to see it...
I guess it'll just be me,
I guess, I guess,
I guess, I guess,
Till the fiery dusk sets, till the shit pig rests.
Yeah: Sandy beaches, Cliffs of gold.
There's no water,
But that cloud in your eye it might shower some good,
So maybe you should if you would,
I think you could.
I think you could.
2. Frogs of Men (Cooling Pie)
Me and my girl, we're skimmin' stones across the water.
Across the murky, algae infested waters.
Frogs hop around but once they fall,
The mother fuckers are dead.
They're never comin' up for breath again.
Just like our fallen fathers, just waitin' underneath the ground
They got a conscience,
Its called our god.
The eye in the sky/that pie sittin' on the window seal.
It's all mine.
It's all mine.
3. Rich Kids Run the World
Rich kids run the streets at night,
Until the morning light takes over.
Rich kids run the cars at night,
Cruising the main strip flashing their brights
Small town America ain't ever gonna burn down.
No one has the torch.
No one has the light.
Poor kids have the day to play,
But the sun never seems to come up.
Poor kids are shut up indoors,
Hidin' from the uncontrollable:
The ever roarin' night.
4. Logic and Rationality in a Bomb Shelter Economy
Down in the shed there's a bomb shelter,
And there's plenty of space for me and my kids,
But don't think:
Just 'cause you know me, you can hide out in the world below me.
There's plenty of time to save your own family,
So get a bottle of water from the kids down the street
And you can ration your next week,
And bet you're all dehydrated and hungry.
Thats the place to be:
The last fuckin week
That's societies comin' together to lose its mind.
That's everybody plannin' to die.
But we planned for this,
But now we're all in the shit?
Not me and my family, we're just fine
We got a bottle of wine with dinner from now until we die.
It's like a Walmart cramped up in my crawl space.
It's like, "Its just a little bit claustrophobic."
And now, Little Billy's suffering,
But that's okay because it'll have to do.
Natural selection will always bring the truth,
To our exsistence, to our meaning, and the truth:
it's so overdue
Goodbye little Billy, you're time's overdue.
5. What an Associate's Degree Means (Drug Lord Jesus)
Brains blown on the porcelain like a paintin'.
6. Spray Down the Coffins (Gun Up Your Butt)
Taste dream as I beam a ray your way (taste a dream as I beam away).
No one moves from this place.
No, they stay until they are done.
And it don't take long,
Someone dies every so often.
They throw out the bodies,
Spray down the coffins.
Make 'em feel at ease with the cold, midnight breeze.
Someone's gonna die tonight
Someone brought a gun tonight
Snuck it past security, pulled it up from inside
"Man, that's a nice peace sign,
It's got a little bit of shit on it,
But that's alright."
7. The Street Blinded Me/You
The cat's in the street.
The people don't forgive me for anything.
So I ran 'em all down:
Shit kickin'/Butt drippin'
No one has a need,
No one brings a thing.
It's all life or death on the streets.
It's all life or death on the hot concrete.
I'm not the same as I was last week.
No, I got a machete from the hunting/sport goods store,
Whatever it's for:
I don't feel a thing.
Murderin' is just another way to do what I need to.
Some carcass layin' dead there.
Oh wait, it's limpin towards me.
Movin' so slow the both of us don't know
What's goin on?
Maybe him more than me.
But I still can't see:
The Street gave me everything,
You.
8. Never Bring Me Back to This Place
Ocean Rover, won't you take me down,
Across the Atlantic into the Pacific via the Indian
On the back of Africa
Sinking in the oceans:
It's Australia, Japan, Russia,
Alaska: let it fall,
Florida, New Orleans and everything is sinkin' down.
California is now the ocean floor.
Ocean Rover, won't you take me back over
The Pacific through the Indian,
'Cross the back of Africa
Into the Atlantic,
Take me into outer space
Never bring me back to this place,
I said, Never bring me back to this place.
9. Someone's Got Mine (Climactic Problems)
Sandy leaves,
Dust flyin' from you feet.
That's: one, two, three
That's what I count to before I'm done
Someones gonna have to come:
Me or you or both,
But that's improbable
My lover told me so.
No one's comin' home at 5 o'clock.
Its just you,
On the phone
On a hot line
Sayin', Hey hows it goin'?
Someones got mine.
My baby's gone on.
It's like she's retired
It's like I'm retarded
I can't even speak,
(I'm the one cant you see!)
Someone's got mine,
Someone took mine.
I guess I'll get back in line.
10. Open Arms (In Closing)
Yeah I got
Five acres of land,
Two spotted cows
With four left hands,
Cliffs of golden sand.
My mights down in the dirt of the earth!
I'm a siren song, lost but always found
Eventually,
Time comes back to me.
"Dead man bleedin' in the Marlboro parking lot
There's no feet leavin' tonight
Bury your dead in time.
Let the flesh rot until you smell the soul.
An' then you'll know,
Uncle Jeves is comin' home.
Mars ain't that far away;
He can be there
on the double."
"Someone ripped my heart out and stomped on it in a New Mexico desert.
On the way up from Mexico, just tryin' to get up North.
Montana farms meet me with open arms."
