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Ain't with being broken down by the cops
This basement and this guitar is all I've got
The only thing I have to fear is getting caught
People complain they don't want me around
But you can't stop me.
You can't tell me I ain't shit
Someone just made a million dollars in a day
No one to give the gift of my bouquet
The took my colors with a tasteful shade of dark gray
People complain they don't want me around
But you can't stop me.
You can't tell me I ain't shit
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Victim
01:41
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I wish I had a gun and a ride to your house
In kerosine; unclean; I'm dowsed
I'm the type of kid whose a victim of thy self
We stole from the grocery store
We hate it cuz we're poor
I'm the type of kid whose a victim of thy self
My friend and I at the court date
They wan't my time but I can't wait
I'm the type of kid whose a victim of thy self
Look me in the eyes. It's not hard. You can tell
I'm the type of kid whose a victim of thy self
Wrap me up in leather and send me back to hell
Ugly fashion understood.
It feels fucked up. It feels good
I'm the type of kid whose a victim of thy self
The cop was smashed by the SUV.
I was smashed. God smiled on me
I'm the type of kid whose a victim of thy self
I'm found out in harm's way
to make the most out of my day
I'm the type of kid whose a victim of thy self
Look me in the eyes. It's not hard. You can tell
I'm the type of kid whose a victim of thy self
Wrap me up in leather and send me back to hell
Stay the fuck away
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Really Care
01:28
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Clinically depressed
You think I really care?
We went out west
and burnt some old bridges there
Oh, I thought I'd find ya here
Buried here where I left you in clockwork, my dear
The things that you express
You think I really care?
A studded vest
You think I really care?
My lover shames me
You think I fucking care?
Well, they're gone
And I just don't fucking care
Oh, I thought I'd find ya here
Buried here where I left you in clockwork, my dear
You think I really care?
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4. |
Press Your Luck
00:58
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I'd leave em out in the street in hopes to watch them die
Pathetic and pity; the noise through yellow teeth
Come right across the city and come looking for me
I don't like the way you're talking to me
Don't press your luck. You're nobody
I don't like the way you're talking to me
The assholes; oh, they bring me down
and the scene ain't that much better
Shitty how these kids I thought would understand me
All just clowns in costume from the bourgeoisie
I don't like the way you're talking to me
Ignorant fuck. You're nobody
I don't like the way you're talking to me
Fake
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5. |
Sad Boy
01:51
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Pass the inhalants
Just leave me be
It's hard to count your blessings
When it gets too dark to see
I love abuser
Who takes from me
I'm a sad boy, baby
and I cry myself to sleep
My mouth smells rotten
and the cuts they run so deep
Trapped inside with no escape
but I got no place to be
A lonely boozer
On a crime spree
I'm a sad boy, baby
and I cry myself to sleep
Drank bottle of Seagram's
Thats what you would drink with me
Face down; dirty carpet floor
Hold me while I weep
You fucking loser
You can't hurt me
I'm a sad boy, baby
and I cry myself to sleep
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The Deacons Kansas City, Missouri
2015 - 2016
Davey
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