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Family Accident
03:07
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Well I am a family accident, well how do you do?
Feel like a weed on the hairy back of my old man”s tattoo
Momma says that it”s alright
He loves you even when he starts a fight
You shouldn’t put things like this under the light
You don’t know what you”re talkin about
You don’t know what you”re talkin about
Some things my momma used to be good at she used to be a movie star
Some things my daddy is still good at like getting beat up down at the bar
Some things my momma used to be good at like buying lime green vinyl seats
Some times my daddy gets drunk and can”t find his car right on the street
Momma says that it”s alright
He loves you even when he starts a fight
You shouldn’t put things like this under the light
You don’t know what you”re talkin about
You don’t know what you”re talkin about
My sister’s making a voodoo doll of my dad in his car
She”s gonna put a spell on him, he might not make it that far
You know he gave us his money, you know he gave me my name
But he never shared tequila down in Mexicali, or at the rodeo….
Momma says that it”s alright
He loves you even when he starts a fight
You shouldn’t put things like this under the light
You don’t know what you”re talkin about
You don’t know what you”re talkin about
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Carnivore
03:03
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We went outside to the BBQ just to eat
and cook on green grass, with charcoal and meat
there's not a whole lot to talk about, so we just stare
at the women right over there
I got something I could talk about
but I'm too high to talk about it now
No music, just plates of food
come get it, heat up the beans
The ice is melting, just like it should
the sun is blazing, and it feels good
I'll take it bloody, no I don't care
Give me another beer, and a wheel chair
I got something I could talk about
but I'm too high to talk about it now
The crippler has crippled me
come get it, heat up the beans
Sunday afternoon stare in space just like a goon
Ron, Dave and Adrian out cold on the grass
with greasy grins and dripping chins
dogs sit and stare at carnivore
we don"t leave nothing for the scavenger
I used to be a predator with my eyes in front
now I'm just an editor with dull teeth
No music, just plates of food
come get it.
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THe Circus
03:34
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Straight from Texas
In a big ass Lexus
He got rocket science
In your new appliance
When the circus comes to
Coming to your town
Will you be all ready?
Will you be let down?
He slams the gavel
As the town unravels
Things look blurry
To the judge and jury
When the circus comes to
Coming to your town
Will you be all ready?
Will you be let down?
In the streets they’re waiting
For the hurricane
While they run for cover
From the wind and rain…….
He was the man behind the man, behind the man…………
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Away from the Sun
03:01
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High Above
04:09
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Well I know you’re not an inanimate object
And I know you think I’m too far gone
At least I got you when I’m home
At least I got you when I’m home
Well the dishes are soaking in the kitchen
Let’s go out into the night
So I can have you when I’m home
I can you when I’m home
And late at night I come on strong
As friendly as a letter bomb
Our hearts are surely anchored to the ground
Still here you are again today
Like Uncle Jackie used to say
When you’re so low, love comes from high above
Well I’d sell all my guns, and my computers
Everything I’d own for you
Just like daddy did
Well I know you’re not an inanimate object
And I know you think I’m too far gone
And late at night I come on strong
As friendly as a letter bomb
Our hearts are surely anchored to the ground
Still here you are again today
Like Uncle Jackie used to say
When you’re so low, love comes from high above
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San Pedro
04:07
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I miss the smell of the smog in the air,
The smell of this bay makes me sick, I swear.
I got a secret that I want to tell you
He’s got a temper, guess I got one too
Stowed up here in San Pedro, I can smell the ocean, somewhere out there
Stowed up here in San Pedro, give me something to write on, and I wish you were here.
Turned into someone I do not know
Saw my own blood, was the final blow
He got a knife, I got broken glass
I got real crazy, and cut his ass
I shoved my way right through the door
Now I hear foghorns, asleep on this floor
My daddy struck the iron when it was hot
Sometimes you don’t know when your being taught
Stowed up here in San Pedro, I can smell the ocean, somewhere out there
Stowed up here in San Pedro, give me something to writ on, and I wish you were here
In the hills of San Pedro, I’m hiding out here, til the air’s all clear
Stowed up here in San Pedro, give me something to write on, and I wish you were here
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Long Haired Sad Songs
03:49
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Spend Every Cent
02:44
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Drifting into bad hijinx
Dip your balls and say it stinks
Kick your cast and crack the dirt
And grit your teeth in a dusty shirt
I will spend every cent I have, I will spend every cent
I will empty my pockets now, I will spend every cent
My lawyer’s chasing everyone
Soybean burgers on the bun
Icecream hangover, wrench my gut
My stomach’s fouled, I’ll tell you what
I will spend every cent I have, I will spend every cent
I’ll cash into my Grandpa’s house, I will spend every cent
Do you believe this is true?
Pucker up ‘til you’re black and blue
And always wantin to cash you chips,
And kiss the closest burning lips
I will spend every cent I have, I will spend every cent
I will empty my pockets now, I will spend every cent
I will spend every cent I have, I will spend every cent
I don’t belong in this crowd, I will spend every cent
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Blurry Windshield
01:22
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Drummers
03:01
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Some on ludes and some on speed,
Some write charts so they can read
Some are salesmen on the phone,
Talking to us like they’re Karl Malone
Where have all the good drummers gone?
Some show up late with a bag of food,
Some have tattoos and call you dude
Some show up with 20 drums
Some talk smart but are really dumb
Where have all the good drummers gone?
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Dark Stories
03:13
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When your back starts to hurt,
It’s all in the knees, all in the knees, all in the knees
On the clothes line to hang
Hang in the breeze, hang in the breeze, hang in the breeze
All your far weathered friends,
Watching TV, watching TV, watching TV
In the room turns out to be
Dark and cold, dark and cold, dark and cold
Start falling, start falling, start falling
And I can’t get back up
Start falling, start falling, start falling
So you can get back up
I’m a sound board if,
You want me to be, want me to be, want me to be
Everyone’s got to tell,
Their dark stories, dark stories, dark stories
If you’re scared to death,
You’re supposed to be, supposed to be, supposed to be, sometimes
We don’t care if you foam, foam at the mouth, foam at the mouth, start to foam
Start falling, start falling, start falling
So you can get back up
I’ve fallen; start falling, start falling, and I can’t get back up
Ooohh……………………………………………………….
(Repeat 1st verse)
Start falling, start falling, start falling
So we can help you up
Start falling, start falling, start falling
And I can’t get back up
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