1. |
Intro
00:52
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2. |
Fresh Sheets
01:43
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I roll over in my bed again
Like rolling over in my grave
Maybe if I wait here long enough
The two things will become the same
I don't have time for laundry
My clothes will rot with age
But you can fix it, if you pick up that shovel
And put a fresh sheet of dirt on my grave
Fresh sheets on my grave
I'll have fresh sheets on my grave
Put a fresh sheet of dirt on my Gra-a-a-a-ave
Fresh sheets on my grave
I'll have fresh sheets on my grave
Put a fresh sheet of dirt on my Gra-a-a-a-ave
Standard Tuning
Capo: 1st fret
Intro/Chorus:
F C
F Am G C
Verse:
C F C G
C F Am G C
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3. |
U.D.F.
02:38
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What can I relate with?
I haven't got a job.
Came home a mess from the mountains,
an unemployable,
uninflatable,
mixing up metaphors slob.
A walking dumpster fire,
with a sense of creeping dread,
probably flaming grease and power lines,
water makes it spread,
it's an unmitigated,
dumpster fire
And I'm not relatable,
a dangerous sort of dull.
Interesting when viewed from a distance,
waking up,
everyday,
doing nothing at all.
A walking dumpster fire,
with a sense of creeping dread,
probably flaming grease and power lines,
water makes it spread,
it's an unmitigated,
dumpster fire. (ow!)
A walking dumpster fire,
with a sense of creeping dread,
probably flaming grease and power lines,
water makes it spread,
it's an unmitigated,
dumpster fire.
Standard Tuning
No Capo
Verse:
G Gsus4 Em D
G Gsus4 Em D C G
Chorus:
G D G C
G C D
G C
D C D C
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4. |
Death Metal Band
01:40
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They won't let me play in a death metal band
no way oh,
they won't let me into their death metal band.
Well try as I like putting heads on a pike while I call to the beast laying under the sand,
they still say no to my death metal band.
They don't want a banjo in a death metal band.
No way oh,
they don't saw a harp in a death metal band.
I don't play the banjo or fiddle or harp, I just play guitar and even that's pretty bland.
So they don't want me in their death metal band.
I can't play a power chord,
I can't play a power chord,
I can't play a power chord.
I don't wanna be in their death metal band.
I could never be in their death metal band.
They just sing about dragons, Vikings and warlocks, demons and goblins, running over the land.
I wouldn't fit in in that death metal band.
I can't play a power chord,
I can't play a power chord,
I can't play a power chord.
I can't play a power chord,
I can't play a power chord,
I can't play a power chord.
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5. |
Liar
02:42
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I tell beautiful lies to keep my loved ones off my neck,
"I've got a job incoming," "No my life is not a wreck."
"I haven't been drinking, I don't do that anymore."
"I had people over, that's why bottles are on the floor."
I'm a liar and that's the truth,
and what I have been told,
is lies that don't hurt anyone,
are quiet alright to hold and show yourself,
and in this case,
my lies are only hurting me and that's alright,
"I'm only tired 'cuz I had a hard night sleeping."
"It'll be fine as atleast I'll sleep well tonight."
"I don't drink and drive, 'cuz I don't wanna die."
"I don't get nervous playing this guitar," now really that's a lie.
But I wouldn't lie to you,
I wouldn't lie to you,
I wouldn't lie to you,
No I wouldn't lie to you and that's the truth,
I'm a liar and that's the truth,
and what I have been told,
is lies that don't hurt anyone,
are quiet alright to hold and show yourself,
and in this case,
my lies are only hurting me and that's alright.
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6. |
Spraypaint & Ciders
02:12
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Meet me in the lot behind Six Bay,
let's hope the mechanics don't see us.
you bring the spray paint and ciders,
and I'll bring my baggage and all of my flaws,
knowing what lays before us,
you'll probably grow to hate me,
maybe instead we can paint me,
a fresh coat of paint on myself.
Two old cars, they sold us
small little wheels, they rolled us,
with fresh coats of paint,
and a positive outlook,
we'll probably conquer it all.
La-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la
I know my guitar case is bulky,
it might be a mistake please forgive me,
It's big as a person and rigid,
won't fit in the boot and the back seat is small,
thinking we know what's before us,
you'll most likely grow to hate me,
maybe instead we inflate me,
my car tires and myself
Two old cars, they sold us
small little wheels, they rolled us,
with fresh coats of paint,
and a positive outlook,
we'll probably conquer it all.
La-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la
I couldn't paint this without you,
and I couldn't drive this without you,
I couldn't survive this without you,
now ten-thousand miles is nothing at all,
Two old cars, they sold us
small little wheels, they rolled us,
with fresh coats of paint,
and a positive outlook,
we'll probably conquer it all.
La-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la
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7. |
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Living in the gutter, on the fair and narrow streets of Verona,
Chopping away at guitar strings, to buy a few Corona,
Best friend and his cousin, making music by his side,
Totally unaware he's going to die,
Walking down the street aside, a lovely lady fair,
From the loins of enemies, born with money there,
Walking with an older friend, that's meant to keep her safe,
She fell in love when she saw his dirty face.
Always been a curious girl, bout living on the street
She had tried the softer drugs, but never one with teeth,
On him she saw the needle mark, parts making more the sum,
Hero and heroin rolled up into one.
They spent one night together, the fevered love of youth,
The love they shared in common, heated in a spoon,
Loading up a hot shot, and sharing it that night,
Our two star-crossed lovers take their life.
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8. |
Green at 19
02:23
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On that fateful day in March I met my match and
lost my heart inside a mosh pit's loving fray
And if I could go back today, I know that nothing
I could say would take the bruises that I earned
that day.
I woke up in my closet on a cloudy day in March
I felt like I was hopeless homeless cold and
losing touch and Casey
Walked me to the car, he took my hang-over in
stride, my friends had covered everything my
ticket and my ride, so going
When I wasn't sleeping I was looking into cars,
Knocking on some windows drawing funny looks
And gaining what was
far more fitting of my homeless man disguise,
wearing my apathy's patchy beard and clothes
too big to be my size,
On that fateful day in March I met my match and
lost my heart inside a mosh pit's loving fray
And if I could go back today, I know that nothing
I could say would take the bruises that I earned
that day.
On that fateful day in March I met my match and
lost my heart inside a mosh pit's loving fray
And if I could go back today, I know that nothing
I could say would take the bruises that I earned
that day.
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9. |
Mr. Exposed Entrepreneur
04:31
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I'm eating up street lights again
As drunk as I've ever been since a week ago
If my friends all knew, where I'd been going
Alone well then they'd be there too.
I got this from mugging a hobo
I told him I needed it more and he did under
-stand as we traded, I gave him 10 dollars.
He gave me a place I could stand
Knowing how I sound makes
It hard for me to sing
And knowing who you are makes it hard for me to talk to you
But knowing that doesn't make it sting
Any less
A battle fought every morning
Is not to start drinking at noon, or eleven,
Just keep sipping coffee, pretend things are fine,
If nobody asks, it's alright.
I'd like to stop being lonely,
I think that the world's made for two.
But all I can do, is drink a personality
And still never ta-alk to you.
Knowing how I sound makes
It hard for me to sing
And knowing who you are makes it hard for me to talk to you
But knowing that doesn't make it sting
Any less
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10. |
Door Into Summer
02:24
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Restless,
you won't settle down this time.
You're pacing back and forth,
and calling a name that's mine.
Pleading,
you come and lay by my side.
Soon you stand up again,
what you want, you can't decide.
I hope you find it,
I know you're sick,
But I just need more time.
To feel your warmth beside me.
And see you play outside.
I'll open doors just so,
one day you'll find it.
Dumbstruck, I know.
There can't be more than this.
I can't forget you,
you know I'll always miss,
your kind indifference,
you're loving touch,
your arrogance,
I'll turn the handle one more time.
I hope you find it,
I'll help you to find it,
I know you're gonna find it.
I know you're sick,
But I just need more time.
To feel your warmth beside me.
And see you play outside.
I'll open doors just so,
one day you'll find it.
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11. |
Dehydrated
01:54
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I know that I'm dehydrated
And I know that I'm depressed
I know that I'm dejected, aimless,
Hungry, self-obsessed and useless
Stupid, drunk and hard to love, incapable of more,
But what I need to know is what's it for?
What's it for? What's it for?
Please tell me, what's the point?
Why inspect a bathroom corner,
If it's a seamless joint?
Why look in the mirror?
Why apply resolve?
If what looks back is a puzzle you can't solve?
What if all I'm proud of
Is getting out of bed?
I won't make it to a job, if I can't leave my head and find a
A fucking goal, a shooting star, a port along the shore,
what I need to know is what's it for?
What's it for? What's it for?
Please tell me, what's the point?
Why inspect a corner?
If it's a seamless joint?
Why look in the mirror?
Why apply resolve?
If what looks back is a puzzle you can't solve?
What's it for? What's it for?
Please tell me, what's the point?
Why inspect a corner,
If it's a seamless joint?
Why look in the mirror?
Why apply resolve?
If what looks back is a puzzle you can't solve?
Fucking give me something I can solve.
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12. |
Saint Church's Basement
03:12
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We all have a process,
For getting through the pain
I found out in a backyard
In the middle of playing your song,
I let them pour my bourbon down the drain
You were Saint Church's Basement
A spray-painted case
The Martyr, of Phil-tha-delphia
I'll see you in hell
Songs of dirty pennies,
Of punks and robber-cops,
I fell in love with mermaids
And I fell in love with you
With mischief, ramblers and boycotts
You were Saint Church's Basement
A spray-painted case
The Martyr, of Phil-tha-delphia
I'll see you in hell
You were Saint Church's Basement
A spray-painted case
The Martyr, of Phil-tha-delphia
I'll see you in hell
You were Saint Church's Basement
A spray-painted case
The Martyr, of Phil-tha-delphia
I'll see you in hell
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13. |
Sun Exists, Guns Out
02:26
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It's awfully warm for November,
With sunshine and positive vibes,
And some people think we have crowned the
devil,
But I'm not wearing sleeves outside,
The world keeps turning,
And keeps heating up,
And unless I miss my guess,
We'll either catch a bullet,
Or boil alive,
But I won't wear sleeves outside,
OUTSIDE,
OUTSIDE,
I'm not wearing sleeves outside,
The world may be ending,
But until it does,
I'm not wearing sleeves outside.
I'm working through the Translation,
Of darkness into light,
And finding the good in everyone,
And chasing the positive vibe,
The world keeps turning,
And keeps heating up,
And unless I miss my guess,
We'll either catch a bullet,
Or boil alive,
But I won't wear sleeves outside,
OUTSIDE,
OUTSIDE,
I'm not wearing sleeves outside,
The world may be ending,
But until it does,
I'm not wearing sleeves outside.
OUTSIDE,
OUTSIDE,
I'm not wearing sleeves outside,
The world may be ending,
But until it does,
I'm not wearing sleeves outside.
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14. |
Outro
00:17
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