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Rest your head on the stories you know
Tattooed deep, through the skin and the bone
Sing each word for those who have gone
I'll find you at the end of the song
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Kill Yourself - Drowned
00:46
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Drown yourself in the morning
Ring out the memories of last night's flood
Climb up on the stool hold your breath for the dive
Kill yourself just enough to feel alive
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Brothers and sisters, and non-binary cousins
Our world is in a dark place right now. We are living in isolation while our leaders trade our lives for their own glory. The moneylenders have not only moved back into the
temple, they've opened a chain are guaranteeing next day shipping.
If we've ever needed the second coming, now would be the time... sadly, I've got some bad news
for you. And it goes a little something like this.
The Messiah came on down when we needed him the most
after years of showing up on my tortillas and my toast
but when he walked up to the podium to try to heal the world
a man in a plain white van pulled up, his mustache black and curled
He said “ Jesus, come on over here, I'll take you for a ride.
I got an ounce of uncut frankincense, why don't you step inside”.
He held a rag, to the nose, of the son of god, turned to him and said
“funny thing about chloroform, lord it goes right to your head”
Well he laid him down on the rug, the shag was tall and green
and drove him to a place and time even god had never seen.
That's when I noticed he was gone, as the world falls to pieces
everybody look around, cause somebody kidnapped Jesus
Look around, look around, look around,
look around, look around, look around
Somebody kidnapped
Well we printed up some fliers, nailed em to a post
“looking for a man with a beard, and loin cloth. Answers to the The Holy Ghost”
He could be in your coffee, he could be up in your hair,
in the back of your jalopy, or in your underwear
he just might be hiding behind the piercing in your ear
in your bathtub, in your glove box, even floating in your beer
When you're writing down your prayers, could be the ink in your pen
meditating on the mountain, he's the Z in your Zen
Keep an eye out for the savior, he came down here to free us
but now we gotta look around, cause somebody kidnapped Jesus
Look around, look around, look around,
look around, look around, look around
Somebody kidnapped
Well I didn't know the books were broken
Nobody told me the light had dimmed
I was just searching for my Jesus
when I couldn't find him within
I didn't know, all the good words were taken
Nobody told me, it was just down to me and him
I was left wandering looking for a pawn shop
to find a fair price of my sins
end up in the bargain bin
Search in your pocket for a fistful of lye
Jump on down from the rocking horse and
free the jelly from your eyes
you can't see the forest or the
trees, but you know your hair is just right
In the land of the lost, the no eyed man is
king, of an empty bottle of rye.
Here in the darkness you at last can see
you at last can see
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Kill Yourself - Knife
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The sun through the window is a steak knife
That saws through the gristle of the night before
Throw open the curtain, push the steel though your eyes
Kill yourself just enough to feel alive
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Store's all outta whiskey, my throat ain't ever been drier
Where the buffalo roam, gonna find me a bone for my Jezebel Delilah
Teeth gnash, Market crash
on the front page of your lips
all this silver in my pockets
turns to ash on my finger tips
Chorus:
Won't you take me on down
Old Lucifer, take me down
pull down another bottle and pass it around
too young to fight it
too old to settle down
'til you're six feet under ground
Hell bound to bring me down
Door locked with a Church key throw my bones on the fire
Nobody home, my patches are sown on my funeral attire
drink fast
be the last
champagne on your lips
tin coins on my eyelids
pay the Ferryman for the trip
Chorus
Sniff or two of cocaine cut up in a line
river of corn whiskey, pass the bottle one more time
take me down
whoa old Devil take me down
pass that moonshine one more time around
and take me down
I ain't seen my baby, I ain't seen my dog
been six or seven long cold years since they up and gone
take me down
Whoa old devil take me down
My own goldfish don't want me around
take me down
Choking on a cup of Jesus' blood
-Choking on a cup of Jesus' blood
My name will be dragged through the righteous mud
-Name will be dragged through the righteous mud
Now I'm lookin' for a rope to hang from a tree
Ain't no disciple there to bury me
turn that field to cold cold mud
with the drip drop dripping of a poor man's blood.
-Gonna lay my head down in a field of blood.
-Gonna lay my head down in a field of blood.
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Kill Yourself - Fire
00:46
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There's a light at the end of the tunnel
Lay your heart on the kindling, spark like a match
Save a scrap of your spirit to burn next time
Kill yourself just enough to feel alive
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Doors swing open
petroleum leather seats
a place to hide from the break of day
for a cold piece of tenderized meat
Shake off the winter
with measured ounce of heat
The pews fill up with vagabonds
looking for a square foot of peace
dead teeth smile at the poltergeists
the ghosts of yesterday's feast
Jukebox screams,
howling out the morning hymn
Something from Exile on Main Street
Something about whiskey and sin
Drowned all my angels
spirits soaking their wings
raise a glass to our demons
searching for a voice to sing
We hold each other tight
singing for the lost...tonight
...and the song goes
I'm not dead, I'm just
Ugly and tired
Last bus to heaven got pulled over
Tags were expired
If you leave it all up to me, I'll find my way
But might not get there tonight
Just need a little fuel for me and my angels
before I pick up the fight
Chorus:
Heeeheeeheee...yeeeeyeeee
Don't, don't wait for me
cause I'm lost
but I can still hear you sing
Too old now
to live fast and die young
Slowing down might kill me
Stay an old man on the run
If you leave it all up to me, I'll find the grave
I might not get the names right
Spill a little wine for me and my angels
Before we step into the light
Lay me down
In the cold cold ground
Make my bed
Lay me down
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Closing time can fuck right off
We've got little chance of landing soft
Throw your coins at the bar, your nickles and dimes
Kill yourself just enough to feel alive
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Rest your head on the stories you know
Tattooed deep, through the skin and the bone
Sing each word for those who have gone
I'll find you at the end of the song
Wait for me to carry you home
When all our seeds have been sewn
I'll find you there on that lonesome road
So you don't have to walk alone
So you don't have to walk alone
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Modus Opera & Eye Vallejo, California
The soundtrack for the foolish Borracho looking for salvation. Finding it in a cup, or on the road, or maybe behind the sofa.
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