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Just to Work
03:14
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Verse
I wasn’t born in the street
I give the people
Something to eat
I know just what they need
Really know it
Know it
Chorus
I never kid
I will live on in my head
Jon Stewart
Verse
Good children live in the hole
People go so low
People I know
And I don’t want them to die
Midlife crisis
Romance
Chorus
I kill
I will live on in my head
Jon Stewart
Jon Stewart
Yeah
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The news is out all over town
The limousines are rolling down
Where roses grow
Daffodils bloom
In my loved one’s lonesome tomb
Graveyard love
Graveyard love
So much for her to rise above
She’s still the one I’m dreaming of
She died young and fresh last week
Bones and flesh, growing a tree
I dig her when she’s six feet deep
She’ll think of me in eternity
Graveyard love
Graveyard love
So much for her to rise above
She’s still the one I’m dreaming of
Oh graveyard love
Oh graveyard love
I’m so in love
I felt like a child
It was hard to believe
We were rolling around
In a pile of leaves
I thought I felt her
Holding me
I was carried away by the hands of police
I thought I could end
Death’s power to kill
But I never have
And I never will
Graveyard love
Graveyard love
So much for her to rise above
She’s below and I’m above
She’s still the one I’m dreaming of
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Man loves
God Kills
Girls lie
Sex sells
Goodbye
Wish you well
Don’t forget to write
At least 100 women
Have had a party with me
And I ain’t never changed for any of them
Won’t be long baby
Won’t be long now
Won’t be long now yeah
I know where you live
I know where you’ve been
Do you think I sold out
To be with you
I hate bars
And classy saleswomen
Who reduce true feeling
To easy payments
Late night the kids are tired
You need someone to love
Folding your hands across your chest
I’ve been a servant
And my mother was a saint
Closing your eyes
Don’t make shit go away
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4. |
Burn My Bed
02:46
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Animal come tell the truth
They don’t really care about you
They don’t know
They wanna take your heart
A little date
A woman I hate
Don’t wanna stay in the same environment
I wanna beg
I wanna shake my arms
(Can-ton don’t have shit to say about it)
In the event
of my death
I want you to burn my bed
Any trace
of your scent
Will be gone with the wind
(oh shit motherfucker
Oh my God)
Black gone bitch on holiday
Ong Bak
40 thieves
She done gone and gave a motherfuck about it
Black gold in the shape of a tear
Romance in the shape of God
You know the kid
You know she saves my heart
Countdown till you follow me
gang rape
3d
Lay it down baby lay it down baby c’mon
In the event
of my death
I want you to burn my bed
Any trace
of your scent
Will be gone with the wind
In the event
of my death
I want you to burn my bed
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Soldier
04:00
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C F
I’ve been a soldier and I’ve been a flake
G C
I’ve been awol indeed
and the trains ride recklessly into my veins
doubtlessly making them bleed
and no kind of fucker can answer the phone
when the blood is all over the sheets
in a backroad apartment i play with myself
blacken my heart with the beast
Chorus chords
E Am E Am Dm G Dm G
Ifn they go with their heads in the sand
Ifn they go down on me
I’ll fight the same fight that I fought for my mother
the son of a bitch that I am
and turn into a soldier who’s getting much older
on the front lines, lifting the dead
and right when he asked me I took the flag down
and surrendered my armies to him
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She came off
A two year sadness
To feel the train tracks on her arms
Old flowers
breaking down into scars
And the wound is wet
I’m in holy love with you
Drink with me
on top of the roof
Drink deep
I won’t look away
And go home to your man
I blamed God for our condition
He blamed us
And we blamed him
After its done
We changed into a sun
And we blazed
In the age of solar power
I’ve been given now I give
And this tide
It’s been turning in my hide
Now I’m dead
Then I died
Now I live
You’re a legend in my own mind
Live my life just like I should
Lonely in a crowd of two
Are you crushing you
I’m a preacher in your church
Lay with me beside the worm
I’d kill a man
With my bare hands
If he got into you
In the age of solar power
I’ve been given now I give
And this tide
It’s been turning in my hide
Now I’m dead
Then I died
Now I live
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My Alcohol
02:28
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I turn into the devil when I get (drink) my alcohol
I grow a pair of balls and then I try to fuck you up
You make a comment I will jump right down your fucking throat
The only way I’m happy is when (I’m drinking all alone) I fucking drink alone
Chorus-
This is my only vice
This is my fantasy
Maybe don’t drink so much
Don’t you mean that I shouldn’t breathe
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10. |
Go Get 'Em
04:38
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(Jeffrey Dahmer speaks)
And at the gate
They will ask you if you’re dead
Say no watch the tunnel come
Soul packaged and sent
You know the game
You know the losses and the rent
Walled up in a cheap hotel
In the fire with a ten inch centipede
(Dahmer again)
Some days be like this
Cant fuck a saint with the chains on her wrist
I gave her medicine for to stop the pain
I want some of it back
I want some money yeah
I want so bad to get high
To be sewed up
Holy rollin
And for my slag for me for myself
Smoke crack go back go get her go get her
And i kick back and (untelligible)
Ah me...and..
And she better stop that business throwin panties round me
Shaytan!
Jesus christ
Oh lord
I feel like
A movie star
PCP
Similac
My girlfriend
Is shit scared
I been in love
Before this
(unintelligible backwards line “amphetamine”)
killer
Wind it
Wax on
A big dick
A big gun
Sane things
Medicine
Big kids
With shit stains
I made hits
On my soul
A black gang
The style come
Jesus christ
Spray tan
Cell phones
For satan
I made hits
On my soul
A black gang
The style come
I go to bed and the voice behind my eyes says go back go get her go get her
But I don’t know where I let those people die
Said go back go get em go get em
So i kick back and I listen to the dead
Say go back go get em go get em
And when I die I’m a grey ghost boppin’ my head
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in time
i wanna get back to the songs of the dead
for now
i wanna get back to original sin
in a while
I go to bow down to the motherfuckin crowds
change the sound
I wanna go tight to the big tomorrow
and I know this makes you mad as hell
when he come
it’ll all fall
let’s assault
everything
she’s round me
and everything don’t matter at all
Dm (bar funky)
this soul is dying
F Am
somebody teach me how to bottle up time
it’s all how you look at it
but if somebody cares then I see you smile now
she said she want me
to bow down to the motherfuckin crowd
tell me you love him
and that he bow down when you say it out loud
F G
and I know this makes you mad as hell
Am C
when he come, it’ll all fall
F G
let’s assault………...everything
Am C
she’s round me, and everything don’t matter at all
oh god I wish somebody’d show her
that everything don’t matter at all
She dove, into the wide ocean
and everything don’t matter at
cut to bridge quickly
(all bar chords)
5m 4 3 2 1 7 E
yeah.. assault me
cash rules
your mind controlled by a liar
and I think you’re wasting my time
I give in when you start crying
And then I think I’m wasting my life
She dove into the wide ocean
thats how she sent a message to me
oh god I wish somebody showed her
that everything dont matter at all
and everything dont matter at all
and everything dont matter at all
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12. |
Golddigger
03:52
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Song starts with clips from Bad Lieutenant: Port of Call New Orleans
(shoot him again
What for?
His soul’s still dancing)
(till the break of dawn...till the break of dawn)
Its 12 o’clock
And she’s not comin’
She must have found somebody
She must have found someone
Go back to the motherfuckin hotel bar
Thats right sip drinks and fall out your bra
Catch the type of the business card
Like Danza
You’re playing who’s the boss so
Your soul is a vacuum
it s the summer
Its the summer of love
You’re america
You’re a barbie doll yeah
Thats a golddigger
Look into her eyes
She’s the finest woman
Thats ever been alive
She tells you lies
She gives you what you need
Except money
And everything
These motherfuckers better put me in charge
Put me in charge and my pockets are large
Take her back to the room and i’m fucking her skull
Fucking the boss
Take a bitch for a ride down the road
Grab her by the hair
Throw her in a hole
mother fuck you and your motherfucking prada
I don’t give a damn golddiggers must die so
Pour me a drink
Show a little heart
Show me the rest of those body parts
That’s a golddigger
Look into her eyes
She’s the finest woman
Thats ever been alive
She tells you lies
She gives you what you need
Except money
And everything
(Nic Cage threatens old woman with pistol “...you’re the fucking reason this country is going down the drain”)
(funky electronic breakdown)
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13. |
Roman Gods (First Draft)
02:10
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14. |
Renegade (First Draft)
03:26
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15. |
Lou Reed Whining
05:39
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He likes her and she likes him
And he wonders why she likes him
I’ll be hard pressed to know
who he is faker than
She likes him and he likes her
And she wonders why he likes her
she’s been around the block sucking cock
baby I’ll show you just what you deserve
what do they got
that I dont got
what do they have
that i dont have
is it what they say or is it what they do
that’s different from what I am
he likes him and he likes him
and he don’t know why he likes him
That dude is fuckin ugly
So he better take his hands off my man
she likes her and she likes her
And she don’t know why she likes her
That slag is a soulless cunt
Won’t you look at what she does with her hair
what do they got
that I dont got
what do they have
that i dont have
is it what they say or is it what they do
that’s different from what I am
What do they know
that i don’t know
Where do they go
Is it just for show
Keep your poster person with the running mouth
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John Cartel Akron, Ohio
As a solo musician and multi-instrumentalist, John Cartel works by a simple philosophy: to duplicate hip-hop’s reign over the music world by bringing a more authentic street sound back to rock n’ roll.
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