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Do Nothing Twist
03:35
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We got a brand new dance and it goes like this
The name of the dance is the do nothing twist
You put your hands in your pockets and you look around
Then you don't fucking move till you're underground.
Can you get down with us?
We got a brand new way that we're moving our feet.
I can teach you if you wanna, just follow my lead.
You plant em in the ground and put your life on hold.
Then you wail like a banshee and do just as you're told.
Can you get down with us?
We got a brand new thing and it's really neat.
They do on the west coast out to the east
Just stand there staring like your feet are stuck.
Like you got no options and your future's fucked.
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Dancing During War-Time
03:49
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We know we're living but we're not sure what for.
Considered leaving but we can't find the door.
People we used to know just can't find the time.
Loving you's like going dancing during wartime.
We know it's pointless but we'll still have a go.
Cash completely like somebody we know.
So if they looking, well they know where to find.
Loving you's like dropping acid in a coal mine.
Raised by wolves in towns that ain't on the map.
Buck-wild and reckless and going no place fast.
We're always restless and we never get tired.
Loving you's like throwing sugar on a grease fire.
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Ghosts
03:43
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Don't rattle those chains at me
and act like this the place to be.
Don't howl and moan I know your song.
Quit nashing teeth and move along.
You ghosts better stay away from my door.
You hold no residence no more.
I hear you howling, get your game.
If I was you I'd feel the same.
I know the story heard it all.
Don't dark my door or bleed my wall.
You ghosts better stay away from my door.
You hold no residence no more.
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4. |
Splitsville USA
04:41
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I'm on an airplane.
I'm on the tarmac.
Over an ocean.
It's going down.
I got the terror.
I got a new mind.
I got the feeling, I'm going to drown.
Yeah, I got old friends, that I don't speak to.
Well, I don't need to. They're different now.
I'm on an airplane.
I'm on the tarmac.
Over an ocean.
It's going down.
We know you gunna split town.
I'm in my old house.
I'm at a funeral.
Another airplane.
I'm never around.
I'm at the station.
I'm in my hometown.
Clutching a payphone, I'm coming down.
I'm at a party.
I'm at a funeral.
Another Airplane, it's going down.
Over an ocean.
Over the tarmac.
I've got the feeling, I'm going drown.
We know you gunna split town.
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Teen-Bank-Robbers strung out on heroin.
They shoot all the loot in their arms, then they do it again.
Teen-Bank-Robbers heading towards your home town.
Junk sick and reckless, burning old buildings down.
Teen-Bank-Robbers stealing your dad's old gun.
Living in the minute and killing just for the fun.
Teen-Bank-Robbers, stars in each other's eyes.
Sleeping in the back of a chrysler hoping they won't die.
Teen-Bank-Robbers need to make one last score.
Gettin their kicks is all that they're living for.
Teen-Bank-Robbers making their final stand.
Armed to the teeth with their backs to the Reo Grand.
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