1. |
Impatient
03:09
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Again, it was the plan
But it has failed to hit
Undress me here
Let’s get it done with
On God
I lost it all
Have me in thrall
Cos Christ
I am impatient
It’s halloween
I say “I need you”
Oh God
This hospital
I’m born to crawl
Cos Christ
I am impatient
Almost someone
Almost someone
Almost someone
Almost someone
Almost someone
Almost
Alone again or
Something else entirely
The marching band plays on
As ghosts and plastic teeth
And unborn children
(Yeah the youngest never came)
Dance around your grave
I’m trying harder than I ever have before
To be good
To be clean
Oh
Creatures kissing in the rain
Missing his own vein
Cos Christ
I’m an inpatient
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2. |
Hattrick
05:40
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Call it off, don’t look back, disappear
Down and out: understatement of the year
Wanted for a murder on the floor
Cos I was fucking there!
You are alone on your throne
Crawl away and hide my face
Collapse into a little ball
The board of trustees they were keen
Oh, it was almost perfect
Jury’s out, but I’ll stay in
They’ve been ruminating
Almost skin to skin
I’m trying now
And you’re crying now
But he’s already gone
You’ve been dyeing your hair blue babe
You are so strong
And the surgeon said
“There’s no life in there”
But somehow there’s still a song
There was no final breath
He drew it wrong
Best believe
I’m a nightmare in the day
(Yeah)
I was drunk
I was drunk what did I say?
Scrumpy Jack, Trader Joe
The President is going slow
ENM, GGG
Confidence, war and peace
I was hurt
I was hurt you got me good
You were wrong
You were wrong the verdict stood
Scrumpy Jack, Trader Joe
The President is going slow
ENM, GGG
Confidence, war and peace
Three for three
Three for three
I was almost
Three for three
Why is this house empty
Walking home, ‘spite the cold
Fatal flaw, I clock out
Pull me up, paper thin
Hotel room, coffee stains
3am, death by Benz
I did not kill that man
I did not kill that man
He was old I was young
Speakers blow, hide the gun
Scrumpy Jack, Trader Joe
The president is going slow
ENM, GGG
Confidence
War!
When I’m running
I won’t forget you
When I’m running
I won’t forget
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3. |
Amsterdam
04:32
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It’s alright to be on display
I miss you and your perfect day
Cos it’s not your fault
That your twenties hit
Forgive me this
Certain, he took a hand break turn
Off the road
While the back seat moaned
Burn alive, he refused to die
Now and then he licks his wounds
I’m not the kind of person to know
How much time’s going by
Oh
And it’s all the same
Drunk and driving
Who’s to blame?
Oh
And I’m all worked up
Infotainment, kinda rough
It’s your right to be on display
Fuck you and your perfect day
All your fault that your twenties hit
I’ll take his
You were right
There’s a sadness here
For now or forever
And a day
I hate this party
I’ll wait
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4. |
The Administration
05:37
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It’s not even 4am
And I am on the floor
What the fucking hell was that for
I thought we had a deal
I hurt you
You hurt me
Before the letter sealed
It’s not even 4am
And I am at your door
Trying all the hats that you wore
I am dying over here
It’s a mess
I’m not even someone to trust
Im not even sure it’s just us
Fuck
You
I’m not even the one who knocked
Don’t even try pretend you’re shocked
It’s not even 4am
And I am nearing war
From the Rorschach sheets
That you draw
I called up the administration
There’s nothing they can do
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5. |
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When they all adore you
Hold on to your
Hat-trick of collapse
Sleeping till lunchtime
It’s the new breakfast
When your kid wakes up
First steps on tiptoes
And their shoes are off
This house dies with you
I looked for me a mistake
And saw me a few
We need a farmers market
To sell off the remains
A cadaver of gains
Laughing at how much I want it
Yet never see morning
It’s harder and harder to make anything
That isn’t burning
Holes in bonds
Don’t respond
Are you settled?
When they all adore you
Hold on to your
Hat-trick of collapse
Testing foundations
And their designers
When your kid leaves home
They’re all on laptops
And their shoes are off-white calf-leather
Now they all deplore you
For your failures
Hold onto something
Almost anything
They all deplore you
For your failures
Hold onto something
Almost anything
They all deplore you
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