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612 Werewolf Avenue
02:35
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I built a house
I made a home, of flesh and bone
A small retreat, inside of meat
With blood on stone, I call my own
From the makings of a broken undertaking
Cursed with a soul, scratch on a wound, dirt is the cure
A sanctum in, stone-statuette, my consolation
Out black, in blue, far out of view, your mind is pure
A brick, a block
A substitution for my skin
A barricade, a cavalcade
Howling voices in the wind
Wings clipped, a tower broke and branded
Upon a hill, I creak and groan, hands choke the sky
My empty sight, kaleidoscope, your ball and chain is sinkin'
Nails on a wall, we all crawl, through a needle's eye
Six-One-Two, Werewolf Avenue
Yeah, I like to shimmy, do you feel the same way too
Struggle through all you have to do
Just keep on laughing, as you're strangled by the noose
Six-One-Two, Werewolf Avenue
Yeah, I like to shimmy, do you feel the same way too
Fall into, my pupil, contra-zoom
I picked a package, wrapped it pretty, just for you
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Sharp Dresser, Oppressor
03:44
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Mirror, Mirror
What a sweet sensation
To reflect on the pleasures of pain
Half-cracked handsome, with a shard for a face
I wasn't born, I'm just drawn that way
Rags, filthy rags
Fall away, as I stand
With my ass buck-naked in the wind
Forever-more
Oogie boogie, woogie-woogie
Wop-bompa-lula, a-womp-bamboo
Tutti-fruity, oh Rudie
With a spot light, right on you
You, you, you
You, you, you
Twist, twist
Ballerina box
Broken toes pickin' Goldilocks
Hold me coldly, O' Shadow Chateau
Neon puddles around my Levee Mustango
I smoke and I smile
Than I wait, for awhile
A poor man's Poe, eating crow, I shot the raven
Never-more
Drama-rama, trauma-mama
You're so pretty, fear salts the meat
Do you wanna, 'cause I wanna
Tears and hunger, so sticky sweet
Eat, eat, eat
Eat, eat, eat
A real lover, undercover
A diehard fan of The Band with a capital B
Sharp dresser, oppressor
Lace and leather, sewn together like a tear down the sink
Ink, ink, ink
Ink, ink, ink
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Shifty Drifter
02:51
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Adopted son of the Prince of the Air
Brought into this world to sing
Though all through my form, every note is soured
By the thought of the joy of the King
Kicked out of Heaven and barred outta Hell
Over your head and under the spell
Bound to the basement, the phonograph plays
Won't you turn that crank for me
I haven't touched joy in many a year
Though it hums through every refrain
And locked in this untidy corner of Hell
I've taken corporeal names
Out of the dust and into the air
My sweet new baby standing there
An ode to vanity, a mirror of my shame
Or, a whisper in the dark
I've always been a rebel junior
Though, I've never looked at fear this way before
I was the black phoenix rising in your nightmares
Now I'm cheap parlor tricks, party games, and smoke 'n mirrors
A son in a way we can never discuss
'Cause your mother is Babylon's whore
And you gotta earn your keep, 'cause I can't take a step past the frame
Of that creaky cellar door
Vexed by your beauty, vexed by your face
Faced with the truth of unattainable grace
A shifty drifter, a crisis of faith
Or, a silent silhouette
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Gitche
01:52
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Oh, ain't that boy somethin'
He climbed a ladder straight outta his head
Lost grip with reality
Those rungs of wax melted right in his hands
Oh, he's fallin' now
Crooked down, face first with a splat
Got right up and he dusted his'self
Cracked his back and he did it again
Gitchee, Gitchee, Gitchee, Gitchee
More, more, more
See that man walkin'
He ain't a man at all
He's just a boy, broken-hearted
A fragile thing, no strength but to crawl
He learned in his quest for love
Seems he couldn't give his heart out enough
So then whenever he got to an end
He found himself back at the beginning
Gitchee, Gitchee, Gitchee, Gitchee
More, more, more
Gitchee, Gitchee, Gitchee, Gitchee
More, more, more
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Will She Fly
03:57
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O Dionysus
02:10
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My eyes sink deeper than the grave
A place where I can feel okay
Shifting lights embed in your skin
Or, am I talking to myself again
O Dionysus
O Dionysus
Flip a dirty coin
Your fingers light the match
Put it in a bottle
So I can drink the ash
My thoughts pool in murky puddles
Spinning wheels that fold in to each other
Broke down, I wasted my potential
Car alarms purr softly in my ear
O Dionysus
O Dionysus
The chaos in my head
Echoes down the hall
Of an empty house
And it's climbing up the walls
Buried in the road
In a crumpled pile
Sitting in the bathtub
Counting all the tiles
The chaos in my head
Echoes down the hall
Of an empty house
And it's climbing up the walls
Buried in the road
In a crumpled pile
Sitting in the bathtub
Counting all the tiles
Flip a dirty coin
Your fingers light the match
Put it in a bottle
So I can drink the ash
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Perfect Passenger
03:06
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Foreigner
03:09
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Burst out from a hole in the cloud
Boot stuck in the mud
Soft eyes, them sharpened knives
Washed out in a flood
Wet socks from a summer rain, hot air and a hole in my shoe
Hard lines like thunder waves, might slip straight outta the blue
There's nothing to believe in, I'm scared of what I'm feeling
You try to make it better, but it really doesn't matter anyway
Come home at 2 AM, the alarm's still shoutin' from Hell
Provide me with a nail gun hammer, and I'll shatter all time as well
Foreigner
Foreigner
You gotta turn your back, toward the burying ground
We all gotta face that fact, when it comes around
There's nothing to believe in, I'm scared of what I'm feeling
You try to make it better, but it really doesn't matter anyway
In the fire, in the flames
We were writing down our names
If I dare, forget to care
And I'll scream it out the
In the fire, in the flames
We were writing down our names
If I dare, forget to care
And I'll scream it out the window
You try to make it better, but it really doesn't matter anyway
From unwashed hands
We drink a dirty potion
With fragrant scents
We sink into the ocean
Foreigner
Foreigner
Foreigner
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Fill your cup
With rich, cream, gravy
Say a prayer
A thank you, maybe
The things you feared
Were with you along
Faded smiles that make you nervous
Thank you, for the friendly service
It's a Thanksgiving, holiday song
Looking at, all of the people
Laughing, screaming, crying out
Eating dinner, in a fancy chamber hall
They keep on singing that same old broken song
That same old broken song
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Denim Thieves Saint Paul, Minnesota
"Denim Thieves love you.
Denim Thieves want to tell you a good story."
- Denim Thieves
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