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Does it bring you down that your vote doesn’t count
With people who worry ‘bout what Santa brings
And if he’s a Communist
And if angels have to earn their wings?
Such stupid goddamn things
Well, The Devil can teach you how to grin
And The Gypsies can teach you how to spin
And God might take away all of your sins
But the house always wins
Ishmael was in a fog when he saw sailors put
Acid into Captain Ahab’s grog
Didn’t realize ‘til it was too late
That it was a big mistake
The sea only takes
But The Devil can teach you how to grin
And The Gypsies can teach you how to spin
And God might take away all of your sins
But the house always wins
The house always wins
The house always wins
The house always wins
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Prisoner's Choirs
01:41
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So you can listen to the songs that you love
By the prisoner’s choirs
They blow off the mountaintops
To make the electrical wires
It’s harder on your nerves
When they keep you hanging on the telephone
And you can’t tell the cops
‘Cos then they’ll never leave you alone
You drag a bush behind you
To hide your carbon footprints in the snow
You drag a bush behind you
To hide your carbon footprints in the snow
No one will ever know
No one will ever know
No one will ever know
No one will ever know
No one will ever know
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Firemen are in the Pipes
02:02
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The flowers in the box are waiting for the sun
I hope before they go they get to have some fun
The TV is on the fritz
Because the powerful and rich
They want to keep me undone
They want to keep me undone
I threw away The Bible when you left with Mr. Big
And watched your back disappear into the last shindig
Now the paint’s peeling off the walls
My secretary’s holding calls
And I am starting to dig
I am starting to dig
Because the firemen are in the pipes
They scurry like little mice
It keeps me up at night
And drives me out of my mind
They’re not the hero kind
They’re not the hero kind
They’re not the hero kind
And it drives me out of my mind
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Queen of Roses
01:43
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What do you think Jesus does before he presides
Over some unstoppable religious suicide?
A stroll beneath the power lines or maybe to see
The room he’s gonna lock me in and throw away the key?
Watch The Queen of Roses, she is blessed by the thorns
And beasts of her menagerie by tooth and claw and horn
Do you ever wonder in their pride if they suppose
What the sleeping Television Princess surely knows?
She always attacks out of the sun
And wrapped up in her roses she knows she’s the only one
Who’s gonna suck the life’s blood out of every mother’s son
Who’s gonna suck the life’s blood out of every mother’s son
Who’s gonna suck the life’s blood out of every mother’s son
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Skyliners
02:21
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The morning grabs the skyliners
And burns the eyes of daybreakers
There’s nowhere left to go
Just a silent home
A walking trip of small towns
Prom dresses and graduation gowns
We rub mud in our eyes
Desolation in disguise
We laid money down to drink some rounds
While you kept your face in your book
But when you lifted up your eyes that’s all it took
That’s all it took
That’s all it took
When you lifted up your eyes
That’s all it took
The shrieking of the telephones
Is drowning out the ragged tones
Of the wind blowing through the trees
Little baby’s winter freeze
Playing hopscotch on the blacktop
In the places where the roads stop
We rub mud in our eyes
Desolation in disguise
‘Cos that’s all it took
That’s all it took
That’s all it took
When you lifted up your eyes
When you lifted up your eyes
When you lifted up your eyes
That’s all it took
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6. |
Glad to be Gone
01:27
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The blistering iron
All my fingers crack
She says, “I love you”
As she breaks my back
A lifetime breaks
For Little Miss Mistakes
She punched a ticket for a one way ride
Now is it any wonder
Crawling down that line
That I’m glad to be gone
This time
The blistering iron
All my fingers crack
She says, “I love you”
As she breaks my back
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7. |
Abduction Blues
03:01
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Austerity Measures Austin, Texas
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