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Hillbilly Bomb Shelter
04:45
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Get up, get out, Armageddon's arrived
Choose your fate in any color, any size
Black holes, shifting poles, or saviors saving certain souls
We've got the cure for your demise
Me and the boys are flippin' bunkers for bonkers
We're way down yonder on the inside
Instigatin' speculation
Fixin' for your devastation
Sellin' doomsday goldmines
Furnishing the end, some peace of mind awaits, my friend
Your act of God is covered by your pretty penny spend
Furnishing the end, put your safety in my hands
The bomb is ticking, get in while you can
Time is running out, my brothers and my sisters
The future's underground, tell Mother Earth you'll miss her
Better hunker down in a hillbilly bomb shelter
You'll be safe an sound in the end
Furnishing the end, some just in case for who knows when
Like taking candy from a baby, truth's an easy bend
Furnishing the end, when sky don't fall and God don't send
The good ol' boys will find new yarn to spin
Time is running out, my brothers and my sisters
The future's underground, tell Mother Earth you'll miss her
Better hunker down in a hillbilly bomb shelter
You'll be safe an sound in the end
Waiting for the world to end
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Helping Hands
03:31
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Lend me a hand
Tell me who I am
The one who is primed to dig their head out of the sand
A climber of tiers
Someone without fears
Maybe a man made out of smoke and mirrors
I can be any kind of person those little voices could think I am
Dance around in a conversation and never mention the master plan
Takin' pills with a grain of salt, I'll entertain the helping hands
I can be any kind of person you could think I am
A company man
Some guy in a band
Whatever you see in me will be my new sham
So throw me a line
and I'll throw you mine
The jack of no trade is a master of biding time
I can be any kind of person those little voices could think I am
Dance around in a conversation and never mention the master plan
Takin' pills with a grain of salt, I'll entertain the helping hands
I can be any kind of person you could think I am
I know change is healthy
But something in me cringes when it's closing in
Like a defense mechanism
Into the the unknown
The helping hands push and pull me from the comfort zone
With expectations I can fake but never own
I can be any kind of person those little voices could think I am
Dance around in a conversation and never mention the master plan
Takin' pills with a grain of salt, I'll entertain the helping hands
I can be any kind of person you could think I am
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Repetition
03:27
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Woke up this morning to knockin' on my front door
The same old way I heard the knockin' the day before
Knock, knock
Why don't you let me in?
Knock, knock
And do it all over again?
I'll keep on knockin' til' it's time to knock some more (He said)
I'll keep on knockin' til' it's time to knock some more
I feel like now and then in repeating over and over again
Repetition, who knows when we'll ever stop this train from going round the bend
I'll give in just one more time and take the bait
Tomorrow's gonna be the day the chain will break
Knock, knock
Where have I heard that before?
Knock, knock
With every knock on my door
Yesterday wants another chance to be today (I said)
Yesterday wants another chance to be today
I feel like now and then in repeating over and over again
Repetition, who knows when we'll ever stop this train from going round the bend
I'm gonna wake up early with the dawn break
And do the same thing I've been doin' every day
I'm gonna bang my head til' I go insane
Repetition, repeat it, rewind and play
Repetition, repeat it, rewind and play
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We Love City Heights
03:40
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Could this town be back on the rebound?
Remembering way back when
The back streets of Poplar and Fairmount
Were home away on every weekend
An old house and neighborhood playground
A story that would never end
But now fades inside my head
I've been driving, synthesizing, watching the demise and peak
Graffiti fights "we love City Heights"
That's the heart of this town
Feel the heart of this town beat
Watching ghosts project on the screen
Runnin' in and out of my head
Come alive and blend in with the scene
I can see something up ahead
in that house down on Poplar somewhere
Hitting like a chill in the air
Grandad rocks back in his rocking chair
I've been driving, synthesizing, watching the demise and peak
Graffiti fights "we love city heights"
That's the heart of this town
Feel the heart of this town beat
Art verses the graffiti, a fight to save the community
Win the war with song and dance, this melting pot still has a chance
Down on Home and Fairmount painted bright
The concrete proudly says, "we love City Heights"
Bringing this chapter to an end
The clock strikes a new year at midnight
And I can hear echoing decades
While gunfire shoots through dimming street lights
Another childhood memory fades
Hear the sound of my old ghost town
Whispering its last goodnights
In the heart of City Heights
I've been driving, synthesizing, watching the demise and peak
Graffiti fights "we love city heights"
That's the heart of this town
Feel the heart of this town beat
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Nuts & Bolts
03:59
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Clink
And a clank
Inside my tank
Under the skin
Man of steel
Man of tin
No man of Oz gonna make me feel like I have the beat of a heart within
Just nuts and bolts inside
Ain't got no feelin' I can call my own
Rust and machinery
An overrated walkin' bag of bones
Just nuts and bolts inside
Cus my heart's been broken and kicked around
These nuts and bolts are all I've got to keep my life together now
Wheels
Rubber seals
Skin and bone
Pops and squeals
On my own
Off my back
the monkeys flap and they chitter chat, but they got nothin' on the heart I lack
Just nuts and bolts inside
Ain't got no feelin' I can call my own
Rust and machinery
An overrated walkin' bag of bones
Just nuts and bolts inside
Cus my heart's been broken and kicked around
These nuts and bolts are all I've got to keep my life together now
Once upon a time I was more than just an instinct to survive
Who knew you'd turn on a dime
You stole my heart and left just nuts and bolts hangin' inside
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Bad Reggae
04:13
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Stuck on an island where the land is always green
A picture perfect movie scene
At the Oasis hidden by the Waipouli
I heard it calling out to me
Back on the mainland I can feel the uptempo
That races through the daily show
Trying to hold on to a fading after glow
That's playing through the radio
At the Oasis hidden over by the sea
I heard it calling out to me
For just a moment I could swear it almost seemed
Like I was back in Hawaii
Cheer me up, Mr. island DJ
I wanna hear some more bad Reggae
Give me a shot of your sweet plastic and plain
I wanna feel like I'm on vacation
I think I'm building a toleration
Every time that bad Reggae station plays
Bad reggae, wash away the purist in me
Bad reggae, take me back to Hawaii
Bad reggae
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