1. |
Straight Razor
04:36
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We were trapped by distance,
Nobody dared to interrupt,
We watched through dusty windows,
From fourteen floors up.
I laughed when you said,
“There’s something wrong with my bed,”
I said I’d check it out,
I guess I let it go to my head.
We stole all of our lives,
To achieve our appetite,
We could afford to lose some gambles,
It was our natural right.
Too close to keep in line,
But far too far to keep intertwined,
You took away our bite,
It doesn’t mean we weren’t trying.
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She hid dark magic behind,
Bloomin’ wolfsbane eyes,
She kept a pistol in her lap,
Her dress was long,
Her heels were high,
She scraped a match off his unshaved chin,
He grinned, she said,
“You look gently used, worn and broken in.”
Well God don’t owe him any play,
Except that one time he don’t talk about
On the eighth day,
It’s so easy to miss
A filed firin’ pin,
When it’s gently used, worn and broken in.
Blood ain’t like water,
It thickens as it cools,
His skin felt cold,
She played around
With her food,
She said, “from your picture I’d thought,
You’d have younger looking skin.”
He laughed, “I guess I’m gently used, worn and broken in.”
Her sister Mercy died at twenty three,
The dentist was caught
Playing at surgery,
They prayed he’d pay for his sins,
Instead he’s gently used, worn and broken in.
The judge sharpened his gavel,
On the sharp side of a scale,
He ran his thumb down the seam,
To find his way back to the trail,
He looked up from a pit,
He thought he was lookin’ in,
Feelin’ gently used, worn and broken in.
[Instrumental]
Gotta cut the honeymoon short,
The devil’s in his head
And it tells him that he’s lonely,
He’s gonna find out if she’s there for him,
He’s gently used, worn and broken in.
The Lord was hungover on the eighth day,
He looked down upon the earth,
And the mess that he had made,
What he saw made him want to start over again,
It was all gently used, worn and broken in.
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3. |
Detroit Blues
03:32
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I’ve been tremblin’,
In my boots,
Walking through the weeds,
Right to the roots,
I feel disconnected,
From my muse,
And I don’t want you to know,
No I don’t want you to know,
That I listen to them Detroit blues.
I’ve been walking,
Same clothes for days,
Haven’t washed,
I haven’t shaved.
I’m feelin’ dirty,
Up in my brain,
And I don’t want you to know,
No I don’t want you to know,
That my soul just can’t be saved.
[Instrumental interlude]
I’ve been livin’,
All alone,
Not the kind of man
Who likes to share his home.
I’m feelin’ lonely,
Down to my bones,
And I don’t want you to know,
No I don’t want you to know,
No I don’t want you to know.
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4. |
Drunk & Miserable
06:08
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As my phone runs down
Like the battery's cursed
I'm drunk and miserable
But which came first?
There's a djin on my shoulder
Tryin' to get himself laid
I'm drunk and miserable
Wish he'd go away.
Well the tonic's too strong
And the gin's too sweet
I'm drunk and miserable
I'm in retreat
They pave these floors
With fallen saints
I'm too fargone
For that restraint
She cracked me open
Just to see what I saw
I was drunk and miserable
She broke the law
Now I'm headed southbound
Through six cold feet of earth
I'm drunk and miserable
I know my worth
Well the tonic's too strong
And the gin's too sweet
I'm drunk and miserable
I'm in defeat
They pave these floors
With fallen saints,
I'm too drunk and miserable,
For that restraint.
She auctioned affection
And she rationed her eye
She was drunk and miserable
No matter how hard she tried.
Well the tonic's too strong
And the gin's too sweet
I'm drunk and miserable
I'm in defeat
They pave these floors
With fallen saints,
I'm too drunk and miserable,
For that restraint.
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5. |
Finer Adjustments
02:35
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I drink black coffee,
I drink black tea,
All the finer adjustments,
Seem kinda useless to me.
And I carry my lashes,
Where I care to go,
I could kill ya for a cigarette,
So thank god I don’t smoke.
I was made where they made trouble,
From the meanest clays in stock,
Where the doors are never quite closed,
But they always seem locked.
And I carry my lashes,
Which I’ve deserved I’d bet,
Well the righteous never want for joy,
But how quick they forget!
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6. |
No Hell
01:44
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There ain’t no hell,
Big enough for me.
Liars, thieves and cheats,
All have their reasons,
And she teases you for pleasin’,
And the way that it used to be.
Where is your love,
Its post is free.
The poison’s in your arteries.
Leach it with a lover,
Get dark under the covers,
With a bible or a rosary.
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