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Boozlebum
01:26
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I can barely speak, my teeth have melted away
With heroin, meth, and alcohol, my dreams I'll always stay
I'm not yelling at you, just the voices inside my head
Twenty years out on the streets, it's amazing I'm not dead
Give me some of your money, your beer and cigarettes too
If you don't hand them over, I might just yell fuck you
I know you have a normal life, the pigeons tell me so
After I'm done with this next forty, I'll put on a shitty show
The police always hassle me, but they never take me in
Hand out beatings that I can't take, there's no way I can win
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2. |
Limp Wristed
00:41
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Holy shit, it's happened again
I just woke up and can't feel my skin
My wrist is limp, won't raise an inch
My nerves are shot, my back is cinched
I can't go to work, can't play guitar
Just fuel my anger down at the bar
Will this ever go away?
Or are these demons here to stay?
This isn't real there is no pain
Is my body playing tricks with my brain
Will this ever go away?
Or are these demons here to stay?
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3. |
Boxes
02:45
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Sitting in a box
Staring at a screen
Connected to the world but
So alone that he could scream
He puts numbers into boxes
Tap tap tap away
Every single hour's just like
Every other day
But the boss's box is bigger
A corporate promise land
Working his short life away
To get the upper hand
And when he's at the top
Counting gold and stocks
He'll look down and realize
His skyscraper's just a box
Boxes built society
Our standardized anxiety
Boxes give us storage space
For all the shit we need to waste
Keep piling up the boxes
To build another box
Big or small they swallow us
And fill our lives with loss
Boxes, boxes, boxes, boxes,
boxes, boxes, box
Stack boxes onto boxes
We forget they're bereft
The emptiness consumes us
Until there's nothing left
Sitting on a box
Working at the line
Every boring task is just like
Every other time
She puts stuff into boxes
Junk for a foreign land
The writing on the package
Words she does not understand
She loads them on a freighter
And ships them to the West
Where everybody wants a gadget
That is better than the rest
It sails across the planet
The torrent never stops
And in a day it winds up
At the doorstep of your box
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Quicksand
02:36
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Sinking deeper,
unwilling to climb out
Succumb to monotony,
stuck in the same route
Controlled by habits,
brings me closer to death
I've gotta break free,
I'm gonna break free,
It's time to catch my breath
Drowning in quicksand,
I'm drowning in quicksand and
I need to pull myself out
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5. |
Boss
02:22
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I've paid my dues, I know my trade
My body hurts, I'm underpaid
Day by day I go to work
I'm sick of making money for this fucking jerk
Every single day keeps getting worse
Your fucked up orders sound like a curse
Every time I get a whiff of you
It makes me want to fucking spew
Pay me, I want whats mine
Right now, it's the end of the line
Shut up, I don't want to hear your shit
Fuck off, I'm sick of it
There's only so much a man can take
until he loses it and starts to break
My blood is boiling, my jaw is tight,
my fuse is short, I'm about to ignite
When payday comes around,
you're nowhere to be found
You always pay me late,
but my bills never wait
Make promises you can't keep,
talk down to those you deem weak
Then you put on a shit eating grin,
and try to be my friend again
Pay me, I want whats mine
Right now, it's the end of the line
Shut up, I don't want to hear your shit
Fuck off, I'm sick of it
There's only so much a man can take
until he loses it and starts to break
My blood is boiling, my jaw is tight,
my fuse is short, I'm about to ignite
I will get you in the end
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PISSCAT Sacramento, California
Pisscat is a fast, dirty and loud punk rock band from sacramento, CA. www.facebook.com/pisscatband
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