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Abigaile's Banshees
03:22
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Mr. Manson, how do ya do?
I think you had logic, and I think you're kind of cute.
They say you're a genius, and that makes you pretty smart.
Word is you fuck with people and turn their brains into art.
But I told all my friends down at the drinking hut,
I said that pushed you over.
I know they set you up.
And they called me crazy, a killer lover.
But they don't know the news never has any anwers.
Tom Snyder why did you cut Charles off?
He could have stayed on his space shuttle.
Acting like a prick 'cause you think you know,
but do you really know they weren't blowing smoke?
And in 2 or 300 hundred years if this legend's finally full,
shame on all your money for the crucible.
Abigail, Abigail, pull your girls together and shave your hair.
You acted like banshees a little too soon.
And I just don't believe that he told you to go to the moon.
So Tom why did you cut Charles off?
He could have stayed on his space shuttle.
Acting like a prick 'cause you think you know,
but do you really know they weren't blowing smoke?
And in 2 or 300 hundred years if this legend's finally full,
shame on all your money for the crucible.
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2. |
Anthem of an Old Hag
03:02
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Ain't got no where to go.
Got a man but he ain't got soul.
He says he loves her but god knows that he don't.
Ain't scared. No. Ain't ashamed. No.
And as god as her sight she's going to put him away.
Who says you got to take it?
Who says you got to take it?
'Cause she'll find her pride when his mind his who's?
No body'd jump his bones if they knew what he was up to.
Ain't got no where to go.
Kicked her out and it's starting to snow.
She going to get hers and then this joint she going to blow.
Ain't scared. No. Ain't afraid. No.
'Cause tonight she know he know she going to put him away.
Just go to sleep man and take it.
Just go to sleep man and take it.
Cause when he wake up dead and she feeling fine.
Nobody going to blame her, they say that the man was out of his mind.
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3. |
Life Ain't Fair
03:38
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Give some up you got to give it up.
You can't fight your war if you don't give a fuck.
And you can cut the rules when you play this game,
but make sure and drive in your own damn lane.
And if you get caught speeding too fast,
smile wide at your officer and kiss his ass
'cause he could let you off with a friendly warning,
especially if you're a good looking woman....
but if you're not you're fucked 'cause
Life ain't fair.
And no body cares about what you have to say
leading up to your distaste.
And life ain't fun, you don't really know anyone.
But it's okay anyway.
The big man is going to get you down
and if he don't I promise you his wife will make her rounds.
You got to wear good shoes that do your feet alright,
and don't have sex if it's out of spite.
And manipulating sure can be fun,
but it ain't if you're the manipulated one.
And don't get your hopes up 'til the good times start,
unless you ain't afraid of a broken heart.
Life ain't fair.
And no body cares about what you have to say
leading up to your distaste.
And life ain't fun, you don't really know anyone.
But it's okay anyway.
Your money won't last so don't spend it fast
and keep the folks you don't like living in your past.
And if you say you like them all well don't trust a soul.
And don't be afraid of growing old, 'cause that's what happens, folks.
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4. |
Hey Amerika
02:51
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There's a sinister politician with his classy white wife,
they played their odds and rolled a pair of cheating dice.
She landed a sugar daddy, he landed a dependable job
until America runs out crazy and Rome takes her fall.
Hey hey Amerika. (Lock your doors)
Your loud music is going to make you go deaf.
All your infatuations are going to make you blind.
Until your embers fizzle out cold after your petty fight.
I like to smoke my weed in the evenings accompanied with a hot cup of tea,
never hurt nobody.
Well someone came along, told me what I was doing was wrong.
They damned my plant to hell, dragged my ass off to jail,
where that someone told me I belong.
Lock your doors.
We got a war.
Your memory will justify where you fell short.
Just like that Amerika!
Hey hey Amerika. (Lock your doors)
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5. |
Ten Miles Long
03:11
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The man was old in the morning.
A good Saturday off.
No where to go and no one to phone,
he poured Seagrams into his coffee cup.
And pondered why he even woke up this lonesome day.
I suppose in the matter he didn't really have a say.
Cause you cannot choose which days to live and which ones to save.
And I'm thinking of a story to tell my kids.
Something that could make a little sense to them.
But when I get to the end of the page, all I got is all the world's a stage
and no one's watching.
I want to run away from the past everybody knows.
It ain't quite right the way your sins can follow you home.
I guess that's what you get with a gal dead wrong.
I'm like a woman running with her train ten miles long.
And I thought that you was too good for me.
Now I know we was too good for them.
And I'm thinking of a story to tell my kids.
Something that could make a little sense to them.
But when I get to the end of the page, all I got is all the world's a stage
and no one's watching.
And I'm thinking of a story to tell my kids.
Something that could make a little sense to them.
But when I get to the end of the page, all I got is all the world's a stage
and you taught me how to live and not to give a shit about the dust in my corners or drinking in the morning.
I know how to relax, chill out and lay back and I don't get upset about all my debt. 'Cause no one's watching.
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6. |
Fucking Cry
03:33
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Take your time, kill a lot.
Forget your parents, betray their cause.
Fucking cry, why don't you fucking whine?
I can't keep up on it.
I'll let your flowers die.
And we was tripping, fumbling on.
We was flying high and making up songs,
had our own stories that day.
Out of the wood, into the fields,
touching sky, paranoia so real
but I'd never hate it.
I wish I was driving an old dusty trail.
Instead I'm walking to the underground.
Give up your soul, the devil wants to keep it.
Another puff on your pipe, your mother's a-weeping.
And we was tripping, fumbling on.
We was flying high and making up songs,
had our own stories that day.
Out of the wood, into the fields,
touching sky, paranoia so real
but I'd never hate it.
You don't have to kill me 'cause I would die for you.
Shut your goddamn mouth, you wouldn't those wishes to come true.
Catch your breath, this stuff is strong.
It'll give you a good buzz, but it don't last long (love).
And we was tripping, fumbling on.
We was flying high and making up songs,
had our own stories that day.
Out of the wood, into the fields,
touching sky, paranoia so real
but I'd never hate it.
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