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Fighting Stance
03:31
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Dad was watching football i was
Wishing we had a second tv
And thinking i'd never feel that way
About damn near anything so i would
Root for the bad guys and
Hope that your QB got injured i just
Wanted to watch cartoons you just
Wanted me to be more like
My sister
Behold the fighting stance of those who never really learned to fight
Studied up on dragonball but never got the kaioken quite right
Witness the awesome power of those who mostly mutter under breath
Why risk physical injury when passive aggression's never failed me yet
Shipped off to build character
Or at least one he'd prefer
The other indoor kids weren't much support
With the big kids hunting me for sport soon i'm
Knocked down by some tough guy so i
Cough up dirt and curl knuckle
Next time i try to hit below the belt
I'll focus on avoidIng the buckle
Icing my hands at first aid when they make the call
Tell my parents that i broke it playing football
Behold the fighting stance of those who never really learned to fight
Watched yu yu hakusho but never got the spirit gun quite right
Witness the awesome power of those who mostly mutter under breath
Why risk physical injury when passive aggression's never failed me
Yet rubbing it in never put the remote in my hands
Maybe if i told the truth i coulda guilted my way into karate lessons
Then i wouldn't have to stoop so low as to ever need to use my words again
But in the end, it was simpler to just sigh a lot louder and write angry songs instead
Behold the fighting stance of those who never really learned to fight
Even tried sailor moon, but never found a skirt that felt quite right
Witness the awesome power of those who mostly mutter under breath
Why risk physical injury when passive aggression's never failed me
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Scirocco
04:33
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oh sure it's perfectly picturesque, like something norman rockwell might've tried to address, but
i mean like if he hadn't been so decidedly american
perhaps i'm lacking in sentiment
but is this pretty picture worth the sense you lose from
grinding days away, earning nothing but warm regard for pay, but no
you'd have to be made of ice to not wanna live this way
every spring, the desert breeze arrives, drives the women mad
and kills off all the olive flies
already i've had my fill of dry heat and sand, come fall we will pick fruit
but for now we will harvest wind
it's too hot to move, so i lie face down on the floor
just for fun i might pack my bags, knowing full well i'd never make it out the door
and the breeze it creeps in like death, i draw defiant breath, feeling how
worms must feel, shipwrecked on hot cement
hoping for the rain to come and wash away the sand i so resent
(chorus)
and i know the post cards tell a different tale
another island paradise, meanwhile cruise lines set record sales
and i'd be leaving here today
if i didn't think the breeze would catch my sail
and send me back before i made it out of the bay
(chorus)
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For the Police
03:24
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I ran the redlight after coming to a complete stop
I guess i thought it changed, i was distracted by the cop
He pulled up in the lane beside me and we locked eyes
So much for that left turn that his signal signified
Everytime those guys show up
It's all cuffs and broken jaws
But man if not for the police
I swear i'd never break the law
Heading south down west street i caught sight of boys in blue
So instinct took me north and i fell hard into some dude
His wallet hit the ground and as i tried to hand it back
The fuzz showed up again and nearly beat me half to death
Everytime those guys show up
It's all cuffs and broken jaws
But man if not for the police
I swear i'd never break the law
There were beatings and more ER trips
And i grew real fond of morphine drips
So i started stealing cars
I expect to be indefinitely behind bars
Everytime those guys show up
It's all cuffs and broken jaws
But man if not for the police
I swear i'd never break the law
I'd never break the law
I swear i'd never
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Pigeons
02:54
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When they start to drop the bombs
and no one's left to listen to my songs
i might not feel compelled to practice my art
but i'll still feed the pigeons in the park
When the mutant hoards rise up in the streets
and they loot pet stores solely for their meats
when mankind decides to leave its final mark
i'll still feed the pigeons in the park
I'll survey the land, with shotgun in hand
and take down the freaks, and mad max wannabes
when people decide they don't wanna be people anymore
well i will just try to make sure
that those birds can still feel secure
And so on judgement day
whether or not there's any actual hell to pay
i'm not going anywhere i refuse to part
someones gotta feed the pigeons in the park
if it turns out that we're the ones
not him, but like father like son
we incompetent gods, we say "let there be dark"
then my hands will guide me to the park
Even if the world ends with friends eating friends
barring cardiac arrest i will keep trying my best
to still give a damn about something
and live life just like a king
on park bench throne, my flock under wing
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Fuzzy Slippers Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
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