1. |
Skullduggery
02:43
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all the tricks are falling out of your sleeves
and the mask is cracking at every seam
no matter how bad it gets never let em see you sweat
always more suckers in the very next town
[chorus]
come one come all
better show em what, better show em what you got
better pull out, better pull out all the stops
better show em, better show em, better show em what you got
no matter how bad it looks remember you weren't the first crook
that's the best way to justify the biggest, littlest, whitest lie
did you get your fill? good, cause guess who gets the bill?
never mind those creeping doubts, another show already sold out
always more suckers ready to be shook down
[chorus]
before the smoke cleared there's one more act in the night
their money disappeared and off to catch that flight
word is spreading down the line, it's only a matter of time
before those suckers get you by the balls
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2. |
Borneo
02:54
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oh boy do you wanna go disappear into Borneo?
land of beasts that no one seems to know
maybe catch a human skull puppet show
forty hour flight, didn't sleep a wink
primal urges got me on the brink
ready to piss into the abyss
folks at home, do not attempt this
in every walk of life there comes a time
to separate the shit from the swine
[chorus]
goddamn this is what I need, cut loose and let the monster feed
call a defect, call it a disease, as long as I'm free it doesn't matter to me
rage on, the fire grows, break down, blow by blow
close to death feels like close to home but that's how it goes down in Borneo
hunting knife as sharp as it gets
army boots and mosquito nets
a tropical maze with no exits
the jungle opened up and I said yes
in every walk of life there comes a time
to separate the shit from the swine
[chorus]
down in Borneo
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3. |
Zilch
03:49
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voice like an old victrola wheezing in my ear
the smell of fresh magnolias reminds me of better years
I can't even, I can't even the odds
hotter than Arizona, drying out my tongue
can't get even, can't get even
beset upon by cobras, one wrong move and I'm done
I can't even, I can't even the odds
left with none, a big fat zilch
that's how the table turns, momentum swings the other way
that's how the money burns, existence needs a holiday
the offering of sweet ambrosia has passed me by
can't get even, I can't even the odds
left with none, zip, zero, and zilch
that's how the table turns, momentum swings the other way
that's how the forest burns, existence needs a holiday
around and around, circle the drain
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4. |
Go For Broke
02:05
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trade your precious things
pawn your golden rings
buy some brand new strings
and make it noisy
toss your precious things
melt your golden rings
turn em into strings
and make it noisy
[chorus]
go for broke
my hole burns
go for broke
my hole screams
out your skin it comes
down your back it runs
beat those bloody drums
and make it noisy
out your skin it comes
down your crack it runs
beat those fucking drums
and make it noisy
[chorus]
make it noisy
keep on grinding, keep on bleeding, it's the only way
keep on burning, keep on screaming, it's the only way
[chorus]
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5. |
Rabbit Holes For Eyes
03:49
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wide awake too often in the middle of the night, shifting back and forth
enemies against a peaceful rest, gathered in full force
cycle through distractions on multiple devices
but it sucks the soul from my eyes
flying debris of my scattered thoughts, almost impossible to organize
still awake too often at the breaking of the light, pacing back and forth
enemies against a peaceful rest, rallied in full force
scroll through explanations on multiple devices
and it leaves rabbit holes in my eyes
flying debris of my scattered thoughts, almost impossible to organize
[chorus]
before the dream, before the reward
before sleep can come there's work to be done
can't put it off anymore
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6. |
Stunt Double
03:56
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are you lost in a trance from a single sideways glance
are you caught in a spell, dangling over a well
[chorus]
this means trouble
walls once tall and strong
reduced to rubble
take action, you don't have long
send in the double
are you lost in a haze from simple sudden gaze
are you caught in a trap, bleeding out like a filthy rat
[chorus]
when in danger or in darkness
need a decoy for a target
look no further, let's get started
send me in, send me in, send me
you be me and I'll be you, send me in
it's what I know, it's what I do, just send me in
you can put it on me, put it on me
it's my specialty
never do your own stunts
let somebody else take the jump
never do your own stunts
let somebody else take the punch
never do your own, never do your own, never do your own stunts
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