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I'd do the math if I could count that high.
For every dollar spent and every hour I watch it fly by.
I look for my problems, I haven't got them.
In these drunken bar rooms that I feel everything but fine.
Another forty hours burn right through,
With these bar tabs and cigarettes, another night that I'll forget.
First and last is already due, so I'll let the phone ring off the hook,
pour myself another drink on you.
Heard this all before but that still begs the question.
Do I walk through that door, or will I learn my lesson.
The list goes on and on, and yeah I could be wrong.
But that's the same old fight between 5am and another drunken night.
Another forty hours burn right through,
With these bar tabs and cigarettes, another night that I'll forget.
First and last is already due, so I'll let the phone ring off the hook,
pour myself another drink on you.
Hold my breath and I'll jump right in.
Hold my breath and I'll jump right in.
Hold my breath and I'll jump right in.
Let my feet find ground (Yeah I've heard this all before)
When the weight of the world comes crashing all around.
Yeah it didn't make a sound.
So I hold my breath (hold my breath)
And let it come back around.
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2. |
Day Jobs
03:27
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When you're seventeen you think you know it all.
There wasn't one thing I cared about, just get drunk and skate around.
Like that time we broke into the rich kid's cars.
They hadn't worked a day in their life, and no we thought that wasn't right.
I saw how much the work took a toll on my mom.
High school pregnant with a kid, collage didn't make the list
Of the things that we needed to survive.
Whatever it took to pay the rent, and keep the roof over our heads.
It's times like these I'm thinking straight.
No one should have to live this way.
We all struggle in our own ways.
Because the money's in the wrong place.
Well I know you had the best intentions,
Mistakes were made and it was hard to mention.
Notice on the front door written in black and white.
Eleven year old kids don't know what wrong or fucking right.
Well it must of been nice, with your perfect life.
But I gotta ask how the fuck do you sleep at night.
Was sorry the best thing you could say,
because I deserve more than your sympathy.
It's times like these I'm thinking straight.
No one should have to live this way.
We all struggle in our own ways.
Because the money's in the wrong place.
It's enough to make me sick.*
Living paycheck to paycheck. *
Five shifts a week we waste away.*
Watch our lives end day by day.*
All we hear is vote and pray. *
It's times like these I'm thinking straight.
No one should have to live this way.
We all struggle in our own ways.
Because the money's in the wrong place.
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Bathroom Graffiti
02:29
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This one's for Mike, this one's for Callin, this one's for Chompy.
These days we're loosing touch of what we need the most,
we used to only need our friends and all the beers we could afford.
We thought we were unstoppable (unstoppable)
But we couldn't of been more wrong,
And now some of our best are long gone.
This one's for Mike, this ones for Callin, this one's for Chompy.
And all the friends we know we lost too soon.
Even though your gone I know you're here yeah you're inside of me.
Not a day goes by where I'm not thinking about you.
Not a day goes by where I'm not thinking about you.
I'd be lying if I said that it didn't tare me apart,
to hear all the old stories of all the bullshit that we've done.
And I can't think of another thing that I'd rather be doing right now,
then have myself a whiskey drink with all my friends now in the ground.
Now I'm here writing rest in peace in the bathroom stall (like it's nothing at all)
Now I'm here writing rest in peace in the bathroom stall.
This one's for Mike, This one's for Callin, this one's for Chompy.
And all the friends I know we lost too soon.
Even though your gone I know you're here yeah you're inside of me.
Not a day goes by where I'm not thinking about you.
Not a day goes by where I'm not thinking about you.
Not a day goes by where I'm not thinking about you.
Not a day goes by where I'm not thinking about you.
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The Big Eddie
03:40
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I can't breath so I'll hold breath and I can't scream with your hands on my neck.
Words don't heal so I count on time, blood runs thicker than cheap red wine.
These false remarks and warning signs, long cab rides and overtime.
Weigh so much more than your ounce of gold, this is going up, not growing old.
You can't loose when you write the rules, we'll do more than just pay our dues.
Finally stood enough to look you in the eye, you seem tall because we were on our knees
Now let us fucking rise.
And I hit the ground. i'm running circles around a place I've been
only now I'm not some stupid kid.
And I stand my ground, I'd bite the bullet before I bite my tongue.
Now you know I'm not the only one.
We saw our words cut through you like they never had before,
You told us that you were appalled, we told you that we wanted more.
The concrete is was cold and hard but we knew what we were fighting for.
You pulled the rug out from beneath us. You lied, you stole, you cheated.
The taste in my mouth is more than bitter, we're bought and sold to the highest bidder.
So I'll stop, take a breath, and kick down your fucking door.
And I hit the ground. I'm running circles around a place I've been
only now I'm not some stupid kid.
And I stand my ground, I'd bite the bullet before I bite my tongue.
Now you know I'm not the only one.
Because I know that this will never be a fair fight.
And I won't ever surrender, surrender, surrender.
I won't hesitate and I won't wonder.
All the shit you pull yeah it just makes us stronger.
and I know we'll last one day longer
And I hit the ground. I'm running circles around a place I've been
only now I'm not some stupid kid.
And I stand my ground, I'd bite the bullet before I bite my tongue.
Now you know I'm not the only one.
If it was up to you we'd starve.*
With a knife to your throat, we're taking back what's ours.*
It's not a question of how, it's a question of when.*
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I stay up drinking that brown water,
I can hear cab calling out my name.
I can't stand so why even bother.
I swear to god I'm going fucking insane.
It's nights like these that make me look through my phone
Wondering who I can call to take my mind off the fact
That I haven't got anywhere to go at all.
And I can't stop shaking,
I think the drugs finally wore off,
And I can't stop thinking that it's so fucking cold in this town
(In this town) and I know (and I know)
that it's not what I deserve, it's how much I can afford.
Bukowski's is closing, I finish my drink,
There's a cigarette calling my name,
My head is pounding I can't even think,
I swear to god I'm going fucking insane.
And I can't stop shaking,
I think the drugs finally wore off,
And I can't stop thinking that it's so fucking cold in this town
(In this town) and I know (and I know)
that it's not what I deserve, it's how much I can afford.
and I know (and I know) in this town (in this town)
that it's not what I deserve, it's how much I can afford.
I can afford.
and I know (and I know) in this town (in this town)
that it's not what I deserve, it's how much I can afford.
and I know (and I know) in this town (in this town)
that it's not what I deserve, it's how much I can afford.
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Seattle
04:25
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My finger tips are wearing to the bone,
And I don't want to stay up here all night. (You gotta stay all night)
Another Narragansett and I'm staring at my phone,
My mind is screaming that this aint right.
Then you're calling me as you walk around these city streets.
I can't even recognize this anymore,
And then you're calling back and everything is just "Take it off"
I can't even recognize this anymore.
These days scream for stories of politics and wine.
Anything to quite my mind.
The smell of cigarettes fills up the air,
and I don't want to stay up here all night (You gotta stay all night)
Don't mind me I'm just pulling out my hair,
Don't worry about me I'll be just fine.
Then you're calling me as you walk around these city streets.
I can't even recognize this anymore,
And then you're calling back and everything is just "Take it off"
I can't even recognize this anymore.
These days scream for stories of politics and wine.
Anything to quite my mind.
Oh god I don't really feel anything (Because I can't get away)
Oh god I can't really love anything (Because I can't get away)
Oh god I don't believe in anything (Because I can't get away)
All I want is just to fall asleep an entire night again.
My finger tips are wearing to the bone,
And I don't want to stay up here all night.
Another Narragansett and I'm staring at my phone,
I can't even recognize this anymore.
These days scream for stories of politics and wine.
Anything to quite my mind.
Oh god I don't really feel anything (Because I can't get away)
Oh god I can't really love anything (Because I can't get away)
Oh god I don't believe in anything (Because I can't get away)
All I want is just to fall asleep an entire night again.
Fall asleep an entire night again.
I can't breath, I can't breath.
Come and slap me across the face
like the good old times again (Because I can't get away.)
I can't breath, I can't breath.
Come and slap me across the face
like the good old times again (Because I can't get away.)
I can't breath, I can't breath.
Come and slap me across the face
like the good old times again (Because I can't get away.)
I can't breath, I can't breath.
Come and slap me across the face
like the good old times again
I can't breath, I can't breath.
Come and slap me across the face
like the good old times again
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7. |
Books And Statues
03:28
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Running away seemed better and took two years to put that together
because feeling sorry was all I'd known.
And maybe it's not that bad, stab in the back like a heart attack,
After twenty five years with nothing to show.
And it's all I can do not to loose control.
Hell's a long way down to clime back to the top,
And all these thoughts in my head will never fucking stop,
Bad dreams and memories are nothing more than thoughts,
I can't let go. I can't let go.
Save your words that make me blush because they're all the same,
Just like the tattoo on your back that won't seem to fade away,
Or the feeling that I get every time I read your name,
It's the guilt and the shame, it's the guilt and the shame.
And it's all I can do not to loose control.
Hell's a long way down to clime back to the top,
And all these thoughts in my head will never fucking stop,
Bad dreams and memories are nothing more than thoughts,
I can't let go. I can't let go.
And it's all I can do not to loose control.
It's not the first time that I've fallen down,
It's not the last time that I'll see you around.
Take the bridge I crossed and burn it down, (It's not the first time that I've fallen down)
then walk away with out even a sound. (It's not the last time that I'll see you around)
It's not the first time that I've fallen down, (Take the bridge I crossed and burn it down)
It's not the last time that I'll see you around. (then walk away with out even a sound)
I took the bridge I crossed and it's plane to see, (It's not the first time that I've fallen down)
That I'm half the man that I pretended to be. (It's not the last time that I'll see you around)
Hell's a long way down to clime back to the top,
And all these thoughts in my head will never fucking stop,
Bad dreams and memories are nothing more than thoughts,
I can't let go. I can't let go.
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8. |
Circumstances
02:55
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I can see myself falling off the map,
But I don't want to spend this summer trying to crawl back.
And everything I think that I have finally found my breath,
I'm just left here wondering are these words I'm uttering still real.
I keep fighting with myself,
The Walls are closing there's no way out.
I've gotta calm down, before I burn out.
All and all I never thought I'd be the guy,
Struggling to balance all the bullshit in my life.
And every time I think that I have finally found my step,
I'm just left here wondering are these words I'm uttering still real.
I keep fighting with myself,
The Walls are closing there's no way out.
I've gotta calm down, before I burn out.
I keep fighting with myself,
The Walls are closing there's no way out.
I've gotta calm down, before I burn out.
I keep fighting with myself,
The Walls are closing there's no way out.
I've gotta calm down, before I burn out.
I keep fighting with myself,
The Walls are closing there's no way out.
I've gotta calm down, before I burn out.
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9. |
Exit 28
03:20
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These late nights bring me back from the dead,
this city spells out my name.
The street lights explode
as the steam rises off the streets and into my veins.
I'll never forget about this again,
this city builds who I am,
If I die bury me at the Mass Pike,
So my bones can make it home.
Another cab drives by (Another cab drives by)
All I see are city lights.
They remind me of the dreams that we once had,
Before we knew (Before we knew)
That it only takes a couple things,
for me to say I guess it's going to be alright.
These days get longer as we go,
My muscles tare from side to side,
Another forty hours worked and all we think about is why,
Do we all do this to our selves,
We're not happy until we have it all.
Because I can't stop (No I can't stop)
We won't stop until we have it all.
Another cab drives by (Another cab drives by)
All I see are city lights.
They remind me of the dreams that we once had,
Before we knew (Before we knew)
That it only takes a couple things,
for me to say I guess it's going to be alright.
I guess it's going to be alright.
We run around like it's crashing down
but we don't know where to go.
We jump around like it's crashing down
but we don't know where to go.
We run around like it's crashing down
but we don't know where to go.
We run around like it's crashing down
but we don't know where to go.
Another cab drives by (Another cab drives by)
All I see are city lights.
They remind me of the dreams that we once had,
Before we knew (Before we knew)
That it only takes a couple things,
for me to say I guess it's going to be alright.
I guess it's going to be alright.
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