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In Heaven:
The dog’s confused
She just paces around all day
She’s sniffing at your empty room
I’m trying to believe
When I sleep it’s really you
Visiting my dreams
Like they say that angels do
I came here for the long haul
Now I leave here as an empty fucking hole
Oh do you believe in heaven?
Like you believed in me
Oh it could be such heaven
If you believed it was real
Is there something you can do with yourself
As I sift through the debris
While I empty every shelf
And flounder in the muck that I’ll be drowning in so soon
You can’t watch me from the banks then
Turn to say you’re swimming too
Come here for the long haul
Now I leave here just an empty goddamn hole
How do you believe in heaven?
Like you believe in me?
Oh it could be such heaven
If you believed it was real
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The Woman that Loves You
02:24
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The Woman That Loves You:
You’re embarrassing me
With a postponed marriage and this stalled out car
Then you leave me in the back
With half a window rolled down
Like a dog
Like a dog in the summer heat
Don’t you think? Don’t you think?
You should try to do as little harm as you can
To the woman that loves you
Oh, we’ll stay
Oh, we’ll stay together for the weekend
Honey the weekend, babe
Me and you, frosted blue
But we’re gazing out for better things
You should try to do as little harm as you can
To the woman that loves you
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Rugged Country
02:53
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Rugged Country:
666 sixteen-year-old kids huddled around the grocery lot
"He punched out my teeth" so you said, so did the evidence
The blood and the dent on the car door from your head
And this is where I bring you
With every laurel I've hung from your neck
It will be the noose that hangs you
Yes it will be the noose that hangs you
Cause I was lonely here and it’s lonely still
In the rugged country where the weeds grow fierce
Quicker than the crop I keep running from
In this rugged country
I'm the rugged one
And this is where we lost you
Despite every effort to bring you back
And the hope’s the one that haunts you
And this home's the rope that’s wrapped around your neck
And it will be the noose that hangs you
Yes it will be the noose to hang you
And it's a heavy hand where I wear your death
As a wedding ring in the rugged country
I tend to your man in the home you had
Oh in this rugged country
I'm the rugged one
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Everybody Wants to Love You!:
Can I get your number?
Can I get you into bed?
When we wake up in the morning
Will you give me lots of head?
Everybody wants to love you
Everybody wants to love you!
Will you lend me your toothbrush?
Will you make me breakfast in bed?
Ask me to get married
And then make me breakfast again!
Everybody wants to love you
Everybody wants to love you!
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5. |
Psychopomp
01:15
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Instrumental
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Jane Cum:
Jane Cum,
In a year I’ll say, “your hair got long”
And you’ll tell me how the band got good
Like dust kicked up from a tire
Full force through the high beams I was rushing from
Phantom pain, sweat away our clothes
Hatching
Jane Cum, you
Swallow me whole
Soulless animal keep feeding on my meat
All my tiny bones between your teeth
Jane Cum, you
Swallow me whole
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Heft
03:37
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Heft:
I want to churn like Amish butter
I want to move out of your way
I want to find what’s there in your stomach
If it’s the same dark and it’s too late
What if it’s the same dark coming?
The same dark
What if it’s the same dark coming?
The same dark
Oh fuck it all then
I spent the summer trying to be sweeter
I spent the summer staying in
I ran a mile and then another
I spent my nights by hospital beds
What if it’s the same dark coming?
The same dark
What if it’s the same dark coming?
The same dark
Then fuck it all
Then fuck it all
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8. |
Moon on the Bath
01:29
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Instrumental
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Triple 7
04:00
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Triple 7:
Don’t you know I’ve always been this way?
I look to you through the workweek
And I love a man in uniform
Because he loves me like a slot machine
From the valley of loose women
In the cruel light of morning
Call out my name
Like something from the bottom of a well
How I want, how I need
How I cling to your sleeves
Till they’re like lacerated sails
But in the night I am someone else
Don’t you know it’s always been the same?
A pure woman is hard to find
To come by these days
And I know the looks of urge and scorn
And I know the role I’m meant to play
The role of the other woman
Who will spend her life longing
Call out my name
Like something from the bottom of a well
How I want, how I need
How I cling to your sleeves
Till they’re all fucked beyond repair
But in the night I am someone else
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