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Gunshot
01:18
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Outside my window I hear a gunshot
Then only one set of footsteps after it rings out
I think I'll sleep well tonight
Cause I don't care
About a fair fight
It was the sound of someone working up the nerve
So that someone else would get what they deserve
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2. |
Kerosene Bath
02:04
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I bathe in kerosene
Dry off with the spark of a match,
My pale skin turns black, turns to ash
I die a thousand deaths
I stab my carotid artery
Never did nothing for me anyway
Soon the lights fade the pain dies away
I die a thousand deaths
Fuck off
All you goddamn therapists
Stand back
Quit trying to talk me down from here
I'll win
With a noose around my fucking neck
So shut up
Or I'll take your do-gooder ass with me
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3. |
Jabber Jaw
01:04
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Man you just keep talking
and I recognize the inflections in your voice
What your saying sure seems important
All I can hear is fucking white noise
Your world's so full of problems,
they just seem so minuscule
Pardon my indifference,
I surely don't mean to ridicule
Maybe I'm being insensitive
Perhaps I'll offer some advice
"Yeah, yeah you're right I know"
And continue on explaining your strife
My eyes will glaze back over,
your mouth will keep on moving
I envision your skin melting,
dude you're fucking losing
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Con
01:48
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Let's cut emotion out of it
Out of what, out of life
We'll take our feelings
Bury them, in the dirt,
in our guts, and simply
adopt stone faces
with no tells and no cracks
Let's stop, breathe, sit back, reassess
We spin fast and cunning lies,
they won't know, they're too dumb
And we win every goddamn time,
they don't know that they're playing
So quit your petty worrying
It got old, and I don't need it
Let's stop, breathe, sit back
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Why are they laughing
as they speak incessantly
about pastimes, hobbies.
music and film
Why do they argue
Endlessly seemingly
needlessly over
semantics, opinions,
fact and fiction
Why can't I join them
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6. |
Head Cleaner
02:05
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Quit telling me to fucking relax,
maybe you could show me how,
cause I sure as hell never learned man
and I could certainly use it now,
I understand you're not a doctor,
just tell me how it is you cope
It's getting hard to breathe cuz,
You know this is a slippery slope
Man my head's spinning
Don't wanna do the things I always did,
I'm done with the charade
Can't seem to muster any confidence
Sick n tired of feeling like a fraud
Just give me a little guidance
Unless you wanna see me break,
show me how to live life,
relieve this fucking headache
Man my head's spinning
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Fucking Headache Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
All songs by Fucking Headache
Album artwork by Dave Varney
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