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Weekend At Bernie's
03:04
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I got a couple things that I would like to say yeah
Some people placing bets without a fucking pay plan
Some people bouncing checks I don't know what to say man
So let's assess the situation on our own hands.
No Ca$h, yeah Run Your Pockets.
We stash our paper chains in mattresses.
This ignorance ain't bliss, lets
Tear it all down. Tear it all down.
They just want another bail out
Jaws of life, I'm chewed up, spit out
Insurmountable oppression of faith
In the way we live.
I just hope to one day find out
How your life became so planned out.
It's a natural dissension of pace.
How you live your life isn't always right.
It's unnatural, the rats how they race.
Hold your breath now son, not about the money.
No hope for the human race.
Black sheep feeling out of place.
No hope for the human race.
So watch us fade away, time fades to another day.
So hahahaha, tell me who's laughing now?
I got my finger on the trigger gonna pull it now.
I'm pissing vigor, yeah it's coming from the horse's mouth.
We'll shine a light onto the facets of underground.
How could you let this happen?
Fuck the image, where's the passion?
We're going through the motions.
A notion conceived but not conveyed.
What can I say?
I blame myself
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2. |
Pretend
02:50
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I’m so done pretending
I’m so done pretending
Breathe in, let go.
It sets in,
You’ll never go to far from home
And that’s okay
Heartless anchor
You never thanked her
Yeah, I swear I saw her eyes light up one last time.
Never was too good at say goodbye.
I’m so done pretending
This life is never ending.
And I’ve come to realize
I’ve wasted precious seconds.
Heartless anchor,
You never thanked her
I’m so done pretending
This life is never ending
And I’ve come to realize
I’ve wasted precious seconds
I’m so done pretending
This life is never ending
And I’ve come to realize
I’m a fucking burnout
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3. |
Bad Chemistry
02:36
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We sat upon a burning bridge
The beacon of our recklessness
Fumbling through sentences,
The chemicals made us sick
Thin lips, exasperated tongue.
Cold feet, always on the run.
You’ll never find someone
Or something to care about
You’ve got no one to impress
Sat around
We had too much to drink
now our hearts start to sink
Like a beating wreckage
Guess I need to give it up this time.
Guess I need some time to figure out
Everything thats going through my mind
Where are we headed ?
You’ve got no one to impress
Thin lips, exasperated tongue.
Tell me, are we having fun?
These run on sentences
Never come to a head.
We’ve got, no one to impress.
So I’m giving up.
I’m giving up
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