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Wages
02:21
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Greet me with a sign of respect,
I might deal you in.
These dopes roll with C-Notes
to casinos, for their kicks.
Where do we go, get them C-Notes, that these dopes blow,
on a whim?
We work nine to fivers, taking wages
from the man.
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2. |
Broken Years
03:45
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We should leave these here. In a ditch.
These broken years, near the place where we first met.
I’m coming back, with no regrets, and I’m feeling whole again.
Rolling hills, add to thrills, that come with risks,
taking drinks mixed way too stiff.
Bringing thoughts, to my lips,
from this bottle I just tipped.
He’ll take the blame,
for all the pain,
for all the shame.
He’ll take the blame for these broken years, their terrible.
I use them like a parable.
Let’s not revisit, these broken years, and say we did.
I got this monkey off my back.
Now have a sip, the bitter kick of your own damn medicine.
He’ll take the blame, for all the pain, for all the shame.
He’ll take the blame for these Broken Years, their terrible.
I use them like a parable.
Cause I crawled back from Hell, I suppose,
these broken years won’t lay me low.
These Broken Years, their terrible.
I use them like a parable.
Cause I crawled back from Hell, I suppose,
these broken years won’t lay me low.
They’re terrible, they’re terrible
These broken years won’t lay me low
They say his name
They say his name
They say his name is
His name, his name is
shrouded in disdain.
His name, his name is
is cursed and ours is praised,
Shrouded in disdain.
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3. |
Scania
03:53
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I was just trying to make some bread.
To get me through college, now I’m in Iraq.
I would tell younger me, hey, don’t do that.
But younger me saw the check, couldn’t look back.
We rolled out long before, the sun shined on Safwan.
We were bound for glory and
some bootleg DVDs, and bush-league currency.
Here’s my USD, now give me dinars.
I lead the way down the MSR,
Tampa was its name.
As I recall, we crossed a bridge
guarded by Italians,
how’d it ever come to this?
The only thing we ever said, “hello,” “Buongiorno.”
You know how it is.
I shouted out Buongiorno, over that bridge, high above the Tigris.
I just like to joke and have a good time, now and then I digress.
I’ve been out on the road, twenty some days, trying to get back to Scania.
On the way to Scania.
Runaway.
Carlin rode on a camel’s back.
I just crack a smile.
Lost myself in a foosball match, crazy barefoot third world style,
While that crowd goes wild.
This one’s star is about to rise,
Navistar is about to shine.
Rolling south where the crude is refined,
Navistar is about to shine.
Scream it loud, let’s hear it one more time.
This one’s star is about to rise,
Navistar is about to shine.
You know how it is?
What you gonna charge for a Cuban cigar, I ain’t ever had one?
You’re my friend, I’m sure, give you good deals, to keep you coming back son.
On the way to Scania.
Runaway.
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4. |
Faceplant
05:13
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The story as it was told to me,
when I was young and much more naive.
You make it home son, you’ll have it all.
And now I’m here, and where’d it all go?
Went to war then got through college,
chased a good job, down the toilet.
It ain’t what you know, it’s only who you blow,
if you ain’t getting on your knees, you’re working for the man.
Maybe in another life things will be different, far better than the one you got.
Maybe in another life, you might be happy, but I wouldn’t hold my breath to long.
You pray to God and all the holy saints, like every day, and now you’re cursing, and you’re filled with complaints
you never could win,
you just can’t,
you faceplant.
My heart goes out to all of the folks who
will hang a gold star out on their window,
I hope that sacrifice ain’t in vain.
Another suicide every day.
Went to war, then got through college,
chased a good job down the toilet.
I was on the beach and lounging in the sun,
they kicked sand in my fucking teeth,
I’m working for the man.
Maybe in another life, things will be different. Far better than the one you got.
Maybe in another life, you might be happy, but I wouldn’t hold my breath too long.
You pray to God and all the holy saints,
like every day, and now you’re cursing, and you’re filled with complaints
you never could win,
you just can’t,
you face plant.
You better run till’ your dying day,
cause when you break, I’ll be there to dig your grave.
You never could win,
you just can’t,
you faceplant.
You never could win.
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5. |
Bring it in
03:54
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I know you’d like to stay with me,
I’ve got a strong shoulder, we can weather your storms,
but it’s been raining on me since the day I was born.
The only thing I guarantee,
is that I don’t love you, I don’t want this no more.
I think we should tally our debts and settle our scores,
There’ll be no need to talk just make for the door.
That sweet elation, jubilation to be back on my own.
Through revelations, the realization that I might die alone.
Hey check out the new guy, he gives me bad vibes,
his energy ain’t the kind you want.
He puts the stranger in danger, he might piss in your manger,
I don’t know how, but he’s doing it.
Oh yeah, bring it in,
bring it in rurals, 7:30 gather round.
If Eddy knows best you must be misled,
if Eddy knows best, I think you should know better.
The rurals bring it in when management says,
but we ain’t gonna listen when they talk about safety.
Oh yeah, bring it in,
bring it in rurals, 7:30 gather round.
What would it take to rearrange a life of toils and troubles?
I can’t escape these growing storm clouds in my mind.
I’d like to tell my supervisors, “don’t invade my bubble.”
But what is said is something far more impolite.
Hope you all eat shit and die,
then go burn in Hell and fry.
You ain’t getting undertime.
If Eddy knows best you must be misled,
if Eddy knows best, I think you should know better.
The rurals bring it in when management says,
but we ain’t gonna listen when they talk about safety.
Oh yeah, bring it in,
bring it in rurals, 7:30 gather round.
Hey check out the new guy, he gives me bad vibes,
his energy ain’t the kind you want.
He puts the stranger in danger, he might piss in your manger,
I don’t know how, but he’s doing it wrong.
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