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I was born
To be alone
Don't call on me
On my cell phone
Pull the shades down
And lock the door
Mama don't let 'em
In my brain no more
(Chorus)
Knockin' and they're knockin' and they come right in
Take me to the river and dump me in
Mama can't shake, can't shake these blues
Won't somebody bring me back my dancin' shoes
Shut my phone off
Put my ear buds in
Turn the lights low
Let my welkin ring
When my skull shifts
To a black old bone
Mama I was born
To be alone
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We do drugs
When we get angry
When we get sad
Then we get heavy
And we do drugs
(chorus)
We live underneath
The singing river of sleep
The singing river of sleep
We do drugs
Under the river
Under the world
Sucking its liver
And we do drugs
(chorus)
We do drugs
Eyes on the wall
We are the tiger
We suck your liver
Yes, we do drugs
(chorus)
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For He Is Worse Than Me
01:51
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The devil and Jesus can't have the money to themselves this time
We're keeping it for ourselves for pens and paper and documenting all these crimes
An Elder called on us to write a song
A song of love, a song of hope
And, when he called again we washed his tongue with soap
He sputtered and he spittled and he cursed and he coughed
And, his drool it turned thick and rich and black
When the devil showed up he cut my strings
He said, "Go on, now, you're on your own, but, I'll teach you one thing. Beware of my father for he is worse than me."
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Hell Is Just Too Small
04:34
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I still hear the roll of the drums
The bugle sounding the charge
I want to scream and holler
But, hell is just too small
I've become a muddy thing
The thunder splits my head
I want to stand up tall
But, hell is just too small
I scratch my filthy eyes
Right out of their sockets
At the sound of my sirens call
Because hell is just too small
I jump and I fall right down
I scratch and I scream and ball
I pound my bloody paws
Hell is just too small
I will claw and dig my way out
With my sword and my shield
And the world will stand in awe of
When hell was just too small
They will write books of my deeds
Children upon children will read
They'll etch in stone a new law
If I can tear down these walls
But, hell is just too small
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It Ain't Anyone's
02:13
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It ain't yours
This old world don't belong to you
The new world don't belong to you
And, this revolution don't belong to you
It ain't yours
Revolution it belongs to us
This locomotive it belongs to us
And, rock'n'roll it belongs to us
It ain't yours
Lift that hammer for your space in time
We'll live forever and forever shine
And, you heavy metal is our rock'n'roll
But, it ain't anyone's
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Red Mouth Muscle Shoals, Alabama
A strange brew of Son House, Captian Beefheart, Elvis and Nick Cave, backboned by stomping, driving Muscle Shoals rhythms. All resulting in a gospel experience through a gothic Alabama that your typical singer songwriters won't be guiding you anytime soon. ... more
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