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You want it to last longer
Cuz that will make you stronger
You need to push it farther
But that will make it harder
For the ghosts of first responders
You need to feel the fire
To prove you're not a liar
You want to find the deep end
Even tho you've never been
Able to swim
(Chorus)
The ghosts of first responders
Are there on the scene
Eternally
Helping hands pass thru
You and me as we're
burning and drowning
Stinking and sinking
Screaming and shouting
No one really knows me here...
(No one even knows I'm here...)
Except the ghosts of first responders
The situation is quite clear
You'll lose everything that you hold dear
And let those who listen, hold up their ear
The ghosts of first responders
Are already here
They've always been here
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I can't stand up
that's not my scene
I dreamt about somethin'
that I've never seen
like something
out of a dream
like something
I've never seen
I've been horizontal
several days or more
don't know
what my door is for
I don't know
what my door is for
I don't know
what's in store
I went outside
to breathe in the air
there was no one there
everything I knew and got
all gone, everything lost
I breathed in the air
tried to smell the love
avoiding bombs falling
from above
is this what real life is for
I put a do not disturb sign
on my door.
been asleep
and can't wake up
smell the love
falling from above
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I Got Shoes
03:47
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I've got a robe, you've got a robe,
All of God's children got a robe.
When I get to heaven goin' to put on my robe,
goin' to shout all over God's heaven,
heaven, heaven.
Ev'rybody talking 'bout heaven ain't goin' there;
heaven, heaven,
goin' to shout all over God's heaven.
I've got shoes, you've got shoes,
all of God's children got shoes.
When I get to heaven goin' to put on my shoes,
goin' to walk all over God's heaven,
heaven, heaven.
Ev'rybody talking 'bout heaven ain't goin' there;
heaven, heaven,
goin' to walk all over God's heaven.
I've got wings, you've got wings,
all of God's children got wings.
When I get to heaven goin' to put on my wings,
goin' to fly all over God's heaven,
heaven, heaven.
Ev'rybody talking 'bout heaven ain't goin' there;
heaven, heaven,
goin' to fly all over God's heaven.
I've got a crown, you've got a crown,
all of God's children got a crown.
When I get to heaven goin' to put on my crown,
goin' to shout all over God's heaven,
heaven, heaven.
Ev'rybody talking 'bout heaven ain't goin' there;
heaven, heaven,
goin' to shout all over God's heaven.
I've got a harp, you've got a harp,
all of God's children got a harp.
When I get to heaven goin' to play my harp,
goin' to play all over God's heaven,
heaven, heaven.
Ev'rybody talking 'bout heaven ain't goin' there;
heaven, heaven,
goin' to play all over God's heaven.
I've got a song, you've got a song,
all of God's children got a song.
When I get to heaven goin' to sing my song,
Goin' to sing all over God's heaven,
heaven, heaven.
Ev'rybody talking 'bout heaven ain't goin' there;
heaven, heaven,
goin' to sing all over God's heaven.
I've got a prayer, you've got a prayer,
all of God's children got a prayer.
When I get to heaven goin' to pray my prayer,
goin' to pray all over God's heaven,
heaven, heaven.
Ev'rybody talking 'bout heaven ain't goin' there;
heaven, heaven,
goin' to pray all over God's heaven.
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Huffin
01:42
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We was having some fun
Abusin our lungs
A party in a can full of
Harmful intoxicants
I had an old rag
And she had a paper bag
We needed something with volume
There In the Wal-Mart men's room
We was huffin air duster
lung damaged lovers
Huffin air duster
I reached out to touch her
she was gone!
Now I got the
Wah wah wahs
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Somebody's Gettin' Paid
02:47
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Another day
Another active shooter
It doesn't have to be this way
But somebody is getting paid
With every bullet purchased
With every body tallied
There's a reason
It hasn't changed
There's a reason
Society's deranged
And it's because
Someone is getting paid
Another day
Another second closer
It doesn't have to be this way
But somebody is getting paid
With every missile in Ukraine
With every body buried under
A collapsed apartment building
There's a reason
It hasn't changed
There's a reason
Society's deranged
And it's because
Someone is getting paid
And they're hiding in plain sight
Vibing in their night life
Ask yourself who benefits
From all this madness
It's the motherfucker who's getting paid
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The Girls
02:00
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They still love their boy bands
Even tho they're now man bands
They still talk about boys man
They still talk about you and me
And our underlying misogyny
The girls have grown up
But they haven't grown out of it
They still love their best friends
Even tho they're now Trumpy survivalists
They still talk about Charmed and Buffy
They still do the Running Man
And the Roger Rabbit and the Tootsie Roll
The girls have grown up
But they haven't grown out of it
(breakdown)
They still love shit from Japan
They still love JTT
They recall
Go Ask Alice fondly
They still hate the Patriarchy!
The girls have grown up
But they haven't grown out of it
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Don't Fall
02:19
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None so blind as those who can see
None so kind as those who are messy
Blonde so fine I think her name was Nancy
She's on my mind, I take a fancy
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A Sincere Apology
02:18
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U are part of a tradition
That stretches back centuries
You yourself are not special
You're just a cog in a machine
That keeps turning
And there's nothing wrong with that
You dont have to be special
You dont have to be cruel or be kind
Chorus
All we have to believe
Is our belief in it
All we really need
Is a sincere apology
Verse 2
For a fucked up tradition
That stretches back centuries
Me myself personally peanuts
I grit my teeth
I think about the mystery
And there's nothing wrong with that
You dont have to feel wistful
You dont have to be cruel to be kind
Chorus
All we have to believe
Is our belief in it
All we really need
Is a sincere apology
All we got to demand
Is a helping hand
From a god who can
Lay claim to be a man
From a goddess who can
Take care of my prayers
at night
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Big Ones
01:46
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My dad can beat up your dad
My dog can bite your dog
My gun can shoot your gun
Cuz they're all the big ones
My dad my dog my gun
Yeh man they're the big ones
My mom can read your mind
My god can smite your god
My fist can smash your lunch
My mom my god my fist your lunch
My dad my dog my gun
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The Destroyer
02:48
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When u look
Upon the past
And you hope
Your life will last
There is one thing
You should know
Death needs time
For you to grow
Old Bull Lee
Sed it best
And I must
Now confess
It would be better
Not to know
Death needs time
For me to grow
Even gods
must lament
To doom and ruin
They will commit
To Ah Pook
They are chattel
They all will fall
In Final Battle
Death needs time
For gods to die
We all must face
Our genocide
Our friends and family
Foes and lovers
We all must face
The Destroyer
So when u think
About your future
It may look bleak
It may look super
But whether you
Are man or ape
Kali Mata
Annihilates
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Sunny
02:08
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Sunny is a shiny freak
An electric fence draped in fleece
Sunny likes the guys she meets
it's 50/50 down at the beach
Sunny is a sweet commie
A stacked Marxist in a string bikini
She dont see the sense in the waste
Her thing is, face to face
Physical contact on a regular basis (x3)
That keeps Sunny feeling contagious
Sunny says she don't like meat
but when you take her out to lunch what does she eat
Sunny is near twenty eight
But you can only tell when she puts on skates
Sunny is a shiny freak
She sets her alarm for the heart of the sun
Sunny likes her bed for sleep
but in a portapottie she brings the heat
She's quotin Karl Marx
She's quotin Chairman Mao
She's quotin Earl Browder
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If I Knew Her Name
04:18
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(verse 1)
Well I've gone to bed once or twice
With a girl who treats me right
And man this little thing
Yeh she can go all nite
I know she got a daddy lives
Somewhere in the D
She texts him that she'll be home late
While she's on top of me
(refrain)
Now I'm not one to kiss and tell
But man she rocks me all too well
And if i knew her name
I couldnt tell ya
If I knew her name
I couldn't tell ya
(verse 2)
Well I went down to A Step Up
Just hopin for a taste
And lucky me gets back home
With dinner on my plate
She's sure nuff a fine dish
Got my napkin round my neck
But how was I to know I'd be
Pickin up the check
(refrain)
I'm not one to speak outta turn
But man she left me with a burn
And if i knew her name
I couldnt tell ya
I couldn't tell ya
(verse 3)
Well we've all heard the story
About that sassy little fille
And the things she does for gentlemen
In her house up on that hill
I know she got some issues
That one day need resolvin
But for now I need to go
Perform my higher callin
(refrain)
I'm not one to air
Out my dirty laundry
But I always leave there
with my pipe all shiny
And if i knew her name
I couldnt tell ya
I can't tell ya
No, Lord
I can't tell ya
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