1. |
Alligator Tears
03:15
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Alligator Tears
Die is her motto, cry never was her thing
She flyin’ solo, in spite of all he sings
Them banshees in my ear
Black magnum pistol, pointed straight at my eye
His trigger finger, is drunk and so am I
God’s hands up to the sky
And then the lightning strikes and you die
(Chorus)
Black Magic Mama, drank alligator tears
Became the monster, of all my darkest fears
Come swimming through my blood
Ma never loved him, Pa never knew his eyes
His middle finger, pointed straight at the sky
God’s son of broken lands
And the lightning strikes where you stand
(Chorus)
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2. |
Healer
01:54
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Healer
My heart is broken
I need a healer now to fix my broken heart
And those word you spoken
They’re slings and arrows that just ripped me right apart
I need a healer!
I need a healer now to fix my broken heart
I need to feel ya!
I need to feel ya now that I am ripped apart
(Chorus)
Our world’s on fire
From thieves and liars that have robbed us in disguise
And all my desires
Have fallen silent on deaf ears weak alibis
We need a healer!
We need a healer now to fix my broken heart
We need to feel ya!
We need to feel ya now that we are ripped apart
(Chorus)
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3. |
I've Seen Hell
02:22
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I’ve Seen Hell
I’ve Seen Hell, I’ve Seen Hell
My desert belle, queen of shells
On a mountaintop we’ll sing into the wind, magic spells
And where the plateaus and the canyons meet the sky, we can yell
Rescue Me, Rescue Me
I’m lost at sea, Darkest breeze
Rescue me before I sink into the deep and I don’t breathe
Rescue me before I slip into a dream, and I don’t leave
(Chorus)
And if you didn’t love me, baby I’d understand
Hearts have their own warm light, their golden flames demand
To surrender to your love’s love, with no rhyme reason or plan
All you have to do is listen, and try to understand
Take my hand, Take my hand!
Understand, I’m your man!
With the strength in our two arms we’ll move the skies and the land
Amongst our mothers and our fathers we will stand, hand in hand
(Chorus)
And if you didn’t love me, baby I’d understand
Hearts have their own warm light, their golden flames demand
To surrender to your love’s love, with no rhyme reason or plan
All you have to do is listen, and try to understand
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4. |
Your Policeman!
02:22
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Your Policeman!
(Chorus)
I’m your Policeman!
On your Radio and Telephone!
I’m your Policeman!
On your Radio and Telephone!
Watch runners go by, want to catch those bad guys
I’m bored with my job, smoking sitting sloth
I get a bad high, when I catch those high guys
Drug users alike, they can’t do what they like
(Chorus)
I’m your Policeman!
On your Radio and Telephone!
I’m your Policeman!
On your Radio and Telephone!
I get a good high when I smoke those blue guys
They can’t keep my pace, puffed red cigarette face
Cause the herb I toke, don’t leave my lungs all broke
I smoke them green trees keeps this runner at ease
(Chorus)
I’m your Policeman!
I’m your Policeman!
I’m your Policeman!
I’m your Policeman!
We’re always biting on your ass
For drinking beer and smoking grass
You took my herb and locked the key
And calling me a drug fiend
IT’S ONLY WEED
(Chorus)
I’m your Policeman!
On your Radio and Telephone!
I’m your Policeman!
On your Radio and Telephone!
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5. |
ON TAPE
02:43
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ON TAPE
Follow me follow me
I’ll show you everything
Fireworks and funny things
Singing songs and strumming strings
This is how we relax, This is how we relax
(Chorus)
Oh, Follow me follow me I’ll show you everything
Everything you said to me I believed everything
Just know, that it’s the truth
Just know, that we’re the youth
ON TAPE
Follow me follow me
I’ll show you everything
Silverlakes and evergreens
Golden sands and salty seas
This is how we relax
This is how we relax
(Chorus)
Oh, Follow me follow me I’ll show you everything
Everything you said to me I believed everything
Just know, that it’s the truth
Just know, that we’re the youth
Oh orchestras in the breeze sing raw sweet symphonies
All the strings they sang to me, we could see through the seams
Just know that it’s the truth
Just know that we’re the youth
ON TAPE
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6. |
Croquet Mallet
04:39
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Croquet Mallet
Who Are You?
Who Are You?
Who Are You?
Who Are You?
A Croquet Mallet
Black eye
Tell me Momma
Will I die?
A slow river
Of blood my
Kill you brother
You took my sight
(Chorus)
You took my sight
You took my sight
You took my sight
You took my sight
You took my sight
You took my sight
Who Are You?
Who Are You?
Who Are You?
Shotgun wedding
All off white
The groom smiling
Girls entwined
But you blondie
A blinding light
My eyes captured
You took my sight
(Chorus)
You took my sight
You took my sight
A blinding light
You took my sight
You took my sight
A blinding light
Who Are You?
Who Are You?
Who Are You?
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The Gulf is Calling (Redux)
Summer smiles
Eating childs in my, own back, yard
I believe, recycling
Will save us, NOT AT ALL
WE’RE ALL DOOMED
And you just knew
And you
Stood and threw your life away
I miss the Gulf
I miss my sea
It’s calling
Calling
ME
It’s calling
Calling
ME
It’s Calling
Calling
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