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Tip Top Tap
02:50
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Give us your tired
Your wired
Your recently hired
We’ll make the drinks that get you fired
We’ll save you a seat, and like Elvis said,
Let’s be friends
We’re mild mercenaries
We’re minor millionaires
It don’t matter and we don’t care
‘Cause you’re not here
And we’re not there
So come on down to the tip top tap
Mind the gap, and come on in
Come on down to the tip top tap
For the nightcap that never ends
Mind the gap at the tip top tap
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It started with a mattress in the hot kingdom
A candle in the shape of a skull
It was a high privilege
It was a duty of love
We never got in trouble for the BB guns
Cause they tore the whole place to the ground
That mattress on the second floor it ain’t there no more
And neither is the floor
It was a high privilege
Closure and collapse
Make great traps
So we fall
Yeah we fall
While it was still fun
You’re clutching the gun
That skull burns dull
This is the new game
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3. |
Water Dollars (2019)
03:06
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Here we all are
Quiet and wary
Apocalypse apothecary
Here we all are
Quiet and numb
Under the son of some god’s thumb
Let’s take it back to the top
Back to when we were on top
Get into the bathroom
Slip into your cups
Get the bit, the bridle and the stirrups
Put the losses on the ledger
Count them out
See what comes in
See what goes out
Let’s take it back to the top
Back to when we were on top
That fake account had real amounts
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The salt flats are like glass it’s heaven
Bikinis from the back on the savannah
Fingers slip through the water, it’s heaven
You paid for this all right
You or someone you know
The engines whine like locusts it’s heaven
Dust flies but never obscures
Your balcony view
You never wanted to be rich
You only wanted to have a lot of money
But it’s like this to the core
It can’t be bought, but it can be paid for
Is there a heaven?
I’d like to think so
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Lighthouse Keeper
02:38
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The lighthouse keeper knows where all the shipwrecks are
The lighthouse keeper knows where all the shipwrecks are
We tried to hide them, slipped them behind our backs
But he slipped into the shallows, slipped between the cracks
It’s light before it’s dark
Dogs are quiet before they bark
You’d think things would come to light
But they won’t
You’d think things would come to light
But they won’t
They wouldn’t dare — it wouldn’t square
With the well trimmed sails
The accustomed ports
You’d think things would come to light
But they won’t
The lighthouse keeper knows where all the shipwrecks are
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Great Place
03:54
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You work real hard and you work real smart
You might just end up where you thought you would start
Work real hard and pay your dues
You might not have to choose
Meet me, meet me
Meet me in the middle of the air
We’re already there
My tensile tinsel, my baby earth
Here we all are for what it’s worth
We found a great place to fall to pieces
We found a great place to go to hell
Milwaukee, my heart is a hole in the ground
So come on down
Let’s go back to the Greek
Let’s talk the way we speak
Let’s drive like we’ve got nowhere to be
Meet me in the middle of the air
We’re already there
My tensile tinsel, my baby earth
Here we all are for what it’s worth
It’s a great place to fall to pieces
It’s a great place to go to hell
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7. |
I Need a Barber (2019)
04:16
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Lonely gods get enough letters
To keep them lonely for good
And words make better fetters
Than they really should
Who cares about my warfare
It will soon be done
Empty shells and rusty guns
My armies washed over your feet
Bay waves on a Delaware street
Flat on the sand — slugs in his rotten gut
Turn him over, keep the door shut
Who cares about my warfare
It will soon be done
Drain the bottle
Just for fun
I need a barber, I need a surgeon
I need to be a different man
Gin whiskey and rye
I’m scared all the time
Who cares about my warfare
It will soon be done
Empty shells and rusty guns
I need a barber, I need a surgeon
I need to be a different man
Gin whiskey and rye
I’m scared all the time
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Things were better before you left
I think
I can’t remember
Starling by my window won’t let me rest
So let me tell you the rest
I’ve got my pillow I’ve got my flask
I’ve got a headache I’ve got my task
No I really haven’t been sleeping all that well
Thanks for asking
I’m broke broken and loaded
And I don’t know what to do
Broke broken and loaded
And waiting for you
Things were better before you got here
That much I know
You made it so easy, you made it so hard
The dogs are barking now, in the yard
I’m broke broken and loaded
Heartsick and blue
Broke broken and loaded
And waiting for you
Let’s share a drink while we’re waiting
It’s ok if you don’t finish your round
Let’s share a drink while we’re waiting
For them to come down
I’m broke broken and loaded...
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9. |
Souls in Escrow
04:55
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Make it the one thing you want
And then take it and stay to haunt
My little garden my little plot
What you think it is, it is not
Virgin snow breaks slow
And we’re off to where everything goes
Trickle, flow
Souls in Escrow
Nothing we did made a dent
Nothing we did made a dime
So baby let’s pay the rent
One last time
Angels creep through the white snow
Black, black in the white snow
So baby let’s hear it for the holy spirit
Heaven knows we’ll never know
Dead names are good for naming the dead
And they’re almost free
What will they see when they see me
We’ve got our phantoms one two three
What will they see when they see me
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