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White lace and pantyhose for the taking
I always knew that I, I was a fucking lie
So don your denim hide, G string right at your side
Go on and let it out
I need to let it out
I need to express this side
I feel fucking fake
To you this is a joke
But it's my life
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Armageddon A-Go-Go
03:11
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Revolution
Revolution
We gonna burn city hall
Revolution Revolution
We gonna burn city hall
Revolution oh no
Revolution oh no
Armageddon Go!
Organize it
Organize it
Organize it et al
Organize it
Organize it
Organize it et al
Revolution oh no
Revolution oh no
Armageddon Go!
Bow down bow down
Bow down on your ass
Get some get some
Get some of his wrath
Revolution oh no
Revolution oh no
Armageddon Go!
He rides he rides
He rides on volcanic ash
Repent repent
It's gonna be a blood bath
Revolution oh no
Revolution oh no
Armageddon Go!
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Redneck Rodeo
03:02
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I wasn't on a tractor I was on a midnight train
Just another burned out hipster trying to make it to L.A.
I saw him on the subway and I ain't afraid to say
When I saw that banjo on his back we started jamming right away
Hey redneck rodeo!
Bela Fleck (Earl Scruggs, Charlie T.) is my new cash cow
Hey redneck rodeo!
Go rustle up some steer
Hey redneck rodeo!
Get yourself some bluegrass know how
Hey redneck rodeo!
Cause banjo's are cool now
I asked him where he came from and he stammered Idaho
Out yonder past the Southwest with the wolves and buffalo
I plugged in my guitar and asked him kindly if you please
Won't you take my hand and join my band we'll fucking rock out 1 2 3
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Amalgam (Filling Teeth)
05:19
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[bass solo take 1]
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Roach Motel
02:54
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We see the world we see the lies
We heard it fucking loud
As our friends fade into memories, landscape, what's around?
Broken homes and crooked bars, white walls, booze, and trailer parks
When the ghost has left the bones I'll scream it one last time
We
See
The Lies
We see the lies inside
I know nothing has changed and nothing ever will
So long as we got apathy and time to kill
Let the cracks spread asphalt lines to the gutter's and the blind
Never knowing we once lived in these city lights
We see the world
We see the lies
We hear it loud
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