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More Than I Love My Bed
04:24
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Rule Number 6,
Don't say shit about the impending apocalypse.
No one knows the rich
Rigged the benefit against their own supporters' interests.
Sell it all
Before the markets fall.
Say the bar's not going under,
Drive your car to the bunker, and stall.
Revolution 9,
We've stockpiled all the grain and wine, alright!
Please keep in mind,
We'll all get older but time is on our side.
If someone
Starts to miss the sun,
Lie their body on the pavement
To dry up as a statement, for fun.
We've got records!.. some poor soul poured their soul in to.
And a jester!.. to dance for us this afternoon.
And a letter!.. that says "We're coming after you."
And when the verdict's guilty,
Noose round your neck,
Tell them all consumed was plenty,
To the final check.
And know that I've never loved you
More than I love my bed.
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He’d die on the floor, for a kangaroo court.
Poke eyes out before, sight wasn’t a chore.
Cry to the lord, “No crown has a thorn?!”
He’s buying the score, you’re lighting the board.
He says what you think, I’m sorry you don’t.
At the very least, that’s something you know.
Just sit down and eat, and reap what you sow.
Your ham and cheese, is greasy and cold.
You’re standing on a ball
Floating around space.
Demanding for a wall
Is how you spent your day.
Is it a bore, just blaming the poor?
Waging a war, then locking the door.
Whose freedom was for, us storming the shore?
If rights aren’t born, then less isn’t more.
You’re standing on a ball
Floating around space.
Demanding for a wall
They all will fall one day.
(Solo w/ Bridge)
You’re standing on a ball.
Ground control to Major Tom.
You’re standing on a ball
Floating around space.
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Keep It Together
03:43
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"What kept me sane, is knowing that things would change"
Nina continues, "Keep it together."
But I saw the clown car's brakes go out in the parade,
And all of their profits flew to shelter.
I'll wake up sometime,
In the mornin, mornin.
I'm better at night,
When it's stormin, stormin.
Doesn't everyone love a good ol fun charade,
There is no Spray Tan as clever.
Just wait for the one where he tap dances on your grave,
And all of the service laugh in vain, forever.
I'll wake up sometime
In the mornin, mornin.
I'm better at night,
When it's stormin, stormin.
I'll wake up sometime
Cause it's pourin, pourin.
And I can't hear the lies,
When I'm snorin, snorin.
Keep it together,
Keep it together..
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When (Reprise)
02:36
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The land is dry, but not for long.
Mind, the Raven's song.
But no weather's the end when the wind is a friend of mine.
Take a letter and pen and go shelter the kin you find.
If life, is a seed we sow.
Then time, and the rain bring hope.
Don't you ever pretend it's a sin to question why
Is it better to tend for beginnings and ends alike?
If the eye, is calm enough,
You'll find I, am gone my love.
Thank the bird for the warning,
And verse will sing, "Reprise"
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