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Pretty Boys
04:24
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We’re all doing time
For someone else’s crimes
And we’re all living lies
On someone else’s dime.
You’re fucked from the start
So go fuck yourself.
We played the part;
So go play with yourself.
Oh, those pretty boys sure got it easy.
Yeah, all those pretty boys sure got it easy.
You know, there’s some guys
Making fortunes off a lie
Who on their best days
Have a mind like a child’s.
We played the part
For a million bucks.
Standing around
Who could give a fuck.
Oh, those pretty boys sure got it easy.
Yeah, all those pretty boys sure got it easy.
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2. |
Infinite Loop
03:01
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We filled up the room
With something akin to
An infinite loop
Of talk just for talk's sake-
to fill up the blank space.
Sadder than a cemetery
Just because it's arbitrary.
Useless as a broken ladder
If you're trying to get much higher.
The daylight has died
But no one's made plans to
Arrange or provide
Ideas for a funeral-
It still seems so unreal.
Sadder than a cemetery
Just because it's arbitrary.
Useless as a broken ladder
If you're trying to get much higher.
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3. |
Thank God for the Rain
03:25
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Thank God for the rain
That falls upon your head.
Thank him kind and plain
That it don’t fall in your bed.
Thank God
For the Rain.
Thank God
For the Rain.
Thank that great white lightening
That explodes up on high.
Thank that great white lightening
It don’t hit you in your one good eye.
Thank God
For the Rain.
Thank God
For the Rain.
Thank that rattlesnake
Whose teeth are like the devil’s own
Thank its helpless prey
That its bones are not your bones.
Thank God
For the Rain.
Thank God
For the Rain.
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4. |
Blue Plate Special
02:33
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5. |
Make it Right (Live!)
02:29
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How you gonna make it right?
How you gonna make it?
Are you gonna stay the night?
Are you gonna fake it?
Give me something I can use
For when the night is cold.
Give me something I can keep
For when I’m alone.
Is it wrong to think of you?
Is it wrong to think?
When the night is cold and dark-
When I’m on the brink.
Give me something I can keep
For when the night is cold.
Give me something I can use.
I can’t be alone.
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P. Everett Hudson, New York
spaghetti western?
rigatoni northeast?
it's a fusilli world
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