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DO IT AGAIN
02:35
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We've been a bunch of gay ponies in a opium daze
downed a couple governments and tumbled off the stage
we've been fucked, we've been stranded, left out on the streets
drenched in blood and liquor, thank Christo, what a treat
let's do it again (x4)
restraint remains our enemy and chaos our friend
I'm positive this wasn't all there is
so let's do it again
would've had an S&M performance, with cuffs and candlewax
but two weeks before the show the fucking sub threw out his back
we took blows, we took punches and a suicidal bath
so we had already been wet when the cops got in our pants
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faces painted with black marker
vomit on the No Mute carpet
j-rock fans camped in the front row
female wraith by the hotel room window
4 AM drunk driving lessons
good at making bad impressions
though half the time I can't recall
just what the fuck we've done
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The Rabbit (we're all mad here)
Follow me down the rabbit hole
into the unknown beneath the surface
but be cautious, it's so easy to slip and fall
forget everything you know
cut through all the smoke and mirrors
no shadows, no secrets, no fucking walls
after stumbling in the dark for so long
who wouldn't trust those big red rabbit eyes?
Follow me down the rabbid hole
and don't worry, we're all mad here
no beginings, no endings, no questions asked
it doesn't matter where you go
that soul of yours is stained with bruises
all of a sudden, the great puzzle makes sense at last
after stumbling in the dark for so long
why not trust those big red rabbit eyes?
as sweet as they come
there is no escape once you've crossed the barrier
minds and bones can break, I told you we're all mad here
queens demand their slaves and you're on a silver platter
grave mistakes been made, I told you we're all mad here, right?
you followed me down the rabbit hole
but this ain't a tale and you're no Alice
the air's toxic, the cakes's poisoned and the tea is dosed
when drowing in a pool of tears
forever is just a second
that breeds another washed up body picked apart by crows
after stumbling in the dark for so long
why not trust those big red rabbit eyes?
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VALHALLABŸ
03:25
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She's in the back of the theater lounging softly laughing up her sleeve
a billion shows, still it doesn't get old, the great human tragicomedy
Oh she's heard all variations of bitter should've-would've-could've done
some plead, some demand, but in the end she gets every single one
she got them black-hole eyes
cloak, scythe and professional smile
on her lips a valhallaby
she's the one who'll puts the chairs on the tables
she's the one who'll turn off the lights
once every living creature's died
There was a time when she took wicked pleasure in foiling desperate schemes
These days she's left with benevolent pity for these strange confusion-ridden beings
oh she's heard all lamentations of bitter
should've-would've-could've been
she accepts any wager, cause she knows nobody ever wins
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and it's never been a matter of mercy
she reaps whatever we sow
that's just the fucking way she goes
that's the way she goes
and everyone's dying to meet her
and everyone's dying to meet her
and everyone's dying to meet her
so why the hell are they all scared to death of her
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DOUBLEHOUND
04:16
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From where I stand, standing ain't exactly part of my usual skillset anymore
they say know your limits and I know them pretty well, in fact my limits are what I'm reaching for
yeah, I don't trust you abstinent fucking people, obviously you all got something to hide
behold! The intoxicated, kleptomanic rogue, I strike and stumble off into the night
Armed with a bottle to battle my balance
and your reign of sobriety
sip by sip
into the abyss
until it's starring back at me
I'm convoluted and I cracked my shell
I talk in riddles and I repeat myself
you see me swerving across the underpass
I see a beast, majestic, emerging from my flask
Doublehound
D-d-d-doublehound
got bad ideas, they tend to multiply
I be the lord of spirits, the catcher in the rye
once again I find myself crawling out of a dive after being incapable of deciding on a poison - therefore simply picking all of them
I shuffle along a sad parade of street ads wheezing cheap promises and I silence them with a stroke of the old waterproof
I take what the nightly gardens of good citizens have to offer because nothing says "I'm sorry" like an arm full of stolen flowers
I've always been less than thrilled by existence but a little booze goes a long way in delaying certain defeat - so I keep yelling in the street
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KILL YOUR GODS
03:17
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you say that life ain't fair and ignorance is bliss
you have to know your place and that's just how it is
you say don't hate the player and if you must, just hate the game
learn to quietly accept your fate
yeah, no fucking way
no fucking way
You still recite the same old rotten propaganda fairytales
got your opinion at a discount, mass-produced and ready-made
well, since you're so fond of being told what to think and who to be
where to stand and how to live, here's an idea
how 'bout you kill your gods
they're just voices in your head
how 'bout you check your thoughts
they might be just inherited
you're future is bright
so bright you close your eyes
no feeling in your gut
head full of pretty lies
to figure out yourself
it never crossed your mind
You and I are not alike
what's the solution for being empty, middle-aged or bored?
got a couple million starving kids so let's breed a million more
yeah they fool you once, fool you twice, fool you an entire fucking life
but if you're still a little conscious, here some advice
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