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In America, first you get the sugar, then you get the power, then you get the women.

by Kwyjibo

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i got a wolf's mouth and it suits me i chew the sides out with my sharp teeth i cut my tongue up i make my gums bleed i scare the people who pay to see me when i sing i saw a white steam above yr blue face it made my hands hot it made my lips bake and the sweat just makes my shirt stick to that scratch across my ribs that place where you fell from and i haven't sewn up since i'm trailing off again and the strain just makes my face tick and it messes with my head that space you tore open well i've had trouble sealing it i got a wolf's mouth
2.
the time has come for cold and overcoats quiet on the ride, we're all just waiting to get home another week away, my greatest fear i need the smell of summer i need it's noises in my ears if looks could really kill then my profession would be staring know we do this cause we care, not for the thrill collect calls to home tell them that i realize that everyone who lives will someday die and die alone and we won't let you in though we're down and out no, we won't let you in wrote more postcards than hooks i read more maps than books feel like every chance to leave is another chance i should've took every minute is a mile i've never felt so hollow i'm an old abandoned church with broken pews and empty aisles my secrets for a buck watch me as i cut myself wide open on this stage, yes, i am paid to spill my guts i won't see home 'til spring yeah, i would kill for the atlantic but i am paid to make girls panic while i sing and we won't let you in though we're down and out no, we won't let you in we don't want what isn't ours no, we won't let you in and the coastline is quiet while we're quietly losing control and we're silent but sure we invented the cure that will wash out my memory the harpoon's loaded the cage is lowered the water's red like you
3.
my dream girl don't exist at the age of five she slit her wrist she didn't know that i'd be hanging 'round so her parents buried her in the ground and to this day you can still hear the sound of a life in outer space my dream girl don't exist just you and i and this T.V. and this sickness seems to feel so strange like a henchman that's about to hang the moon up like a ball in chain and set the sands ablaze and the weight is waiting, oh feel the world so real and strong my dream girl don't exist just a photograph in a history book i believe she had a voice and name three children on the coast of maine her life was in a hurricane of love and real embrace my dream girl don't exist at the age of five she slit her wrist she didn't know that i'd be hanging 'round so one day she took a stroll to town and walked in front of a greyhound bound for new york central state and the weight is waiting, oh feel the world so real and strong and she goes and now she knows she'll never be afraid
4.
well all the apostles are sitting in swings saying 'i'd sell off my savior for a set of new rings and some sandals with the style of straps that cling best to the era' and all of the businessers in their unlimited hell and they buy and the sell and the sell all their trash to each other and they're sick of it all and they're bankrupt on selling and all of the angels would sell off yr soul for a set of new rings and anything gold they remember the people they loved, their old friends and i've seen through 'em all seen through most everything all the people you knew were the actors well i'll go to college and i'll learn some big words and i'll speak up real loud goddamned right i'll be heard you'll remember the guy who knew all those big words he must have learned in college well it took a long time before i came clean with myself fell clean out of love with my lover i still love her loved her more when i was sober and she was kinder
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well there ain't nobody left to impress and everyone's kissing their own hands there's 666 on the kitchen floor ain't no fire in the pan i get lonesome so glad to be a slab stiff as a stick on a board i get thoughts and dirty socks piled in the corner i get lonesome gettin' fat on yr own fear bring that beer over here i stomp on the floor just to make a sound i get lonesome

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released February 22, 2011

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