1. |
Up In Smoke
03:35
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What do you get for hassling me?
You get off so easily
It's not some kind of game to be won
You can't just pack up after you're done
Might be an afterthought, but
Might be an afterthought, but
You can't take this spinning around
You light it up and you burn it down
But that's not your right to decide
There's more at stake here than your pride
It's not that complicated
It's not that complicated
Oo-oo-oo-oh
Back's in the corner with no place to go
Oo-oo-oo-oh
Dragging on and on, woah
Oo-oo-oo-oh
This ship is sinking and we're going down slow
Oo-oo-oo-oh
Another bright idea gone up in smoke
So what does that say about you?
They said it once so it must be true
But your hopes are fading fast
The road you're walking cannot last
Your nights keep getting shorter
Your nights keep getting shorter
Can't look around, it's all too real
Down on your knees for another meal
Nothing left for you to say
As you watch time tick away
One more to be forgotten
One more to be forgotten
Oo-oo-oo-oh
Back's in the corner with no place to go
Oo-oo-oo-oh
Dragging on and on, woah
Oo-oo-oo-oh
This ship is sinking and we're going down slow
Oo-oo-oo-oh
Another bright idea gone up in smoke
Oo-oo-oo-oh
Back's in the corner with no place to go
Oo-oo-oo-oh
Dragging on and on, woah
Oo-oo-oo-oh
This ship is sinking and we're going down slow
Oo-oo-oo-oh
Another bright idea gone up
Another bright idea gone up
Another bright idea gone up in smoke
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2. |
Storm Warning
04:29
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You're tied to the mast over boiling seas
Trying to avoid your own personal catastrophe
The lucky number seven seldom comes in threes
And clinging on to false hope is a self-defeating prophecy
Now don't you cry when they look you in the eye
The people here are moving to a different song
Hurry back fast before you find that you just don't belong
Find that you just don't belong
Why live your life so precariously
Clinging to the edge while yearning to be free?
Better get a grip, it's a long way down
Woah-ay-oh
Never cross the river with a leap of faith
What have to gain from your hustle and your haste
The odds are always better second time around
Woah-ay-oh
You back is broken and your hands are worn
Your spoil's been plundered and your banner's all torn
Your betters and your lessers see you only with scorn
And the whispers in your ear make you wish you were never born
You're going out of your mind now your fear you've been left behind
You're travelling new ground in a private hell
Asking for directions out, but you know they'll never tell
But you know they'll never tell
Why live your life so precariously
Clinging to the edge while yearning to be free?
Better get a grip, it's a long way down
Woah-ay-oh
Never cross the river with a leap of faith
What have to gain from your hustle and your haste
The odds are always better second time around
Woah-ay-oh
Now take a step back, my friend
And let your wounds get back on the mend
No longer will you have to pretend
That your means are justified by the end
Lest you see that after all you have done
There are still not battles left to be won
And you'll find that before you've begun
You're dying on the ground 'neath the burning sun
Dying on the ground 'neath the burning sun
Dying on the ground 'neath the burning sun
Dying on the ground 'neath the burning sun
Oooooh
Oooooh
Oooooh
Why live your life so precariously
Clinging to the edge while yearning to be free?
Better get a grip, it's a long way down
Woah-ay-oh
Never cross the river with a leap of faith
What have to gain from your hustle and your haste
The odds are always better second time around
Woah-ay-oh
Why live your life so precariously
Clinging to the edge while yearning to be free?
Better get a grip, it's a long way down
Woah-ay-oh
Never cross the river with a leap of faith
What have to gain from your hustle and your haste
The odds are always better second time around
Woah-ay-oh
Ay-oh
Ay-oh
Ay-oh
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3. |
Be Real
03:58
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Have you ever met a man like me
Knuckle dragging at 6'3"?
My thoughts don't add up to much
I'm not known for my subtle touch
By I'll never throw my weight your way
I take my time with what I say
What I was ain't what I'll always be
It might not come so easily
And I can't say what I think
And I can't say how I feel
Just keeps pushing me to the brink
And all I want is to be real
I was the kind who would never learn
You wouldn't piss on me if I'd burn
My conclusions got the jump on me
My fear, anger and my bigotry
But that was then and this is now
I hope it doesn't matter anyhow
I can't make up for the things I've done
But I can try one by one
And I can't say what I think
And I can't say how I feel
Just keeps pushing me to the brink
And all I want is to be real
Oh no no, do not as I say
Oh no no, do not as I do
And how it is and how it will be
Is up to you
The future is coming, ten tonnes of nothing
It's a smash in the teeth if you want to be something
Claw your way out the gutter to get beaten down again
They call it the price of living
I've done my part to make the world that much colder
But was is worse
Is when the anger sticks in the gut of all of us
And I can't say what I think
And I can't say how I feel
Just keeps pushing me to the brink
And all I want is to be real
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4. |
Little Sister
04:37
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Please help me, little sister
Woah-oh
Please help me, little sister
Woah-oh
It's been a long time, been a long long time
Been a long time, been a long long time
Long time getting you out of my mind, oh yeah
When I see you across the room
DMs shining, woman in bloom
I don't know what to do, I don't know what to say
I don't know how to make you come back over my way
Please help me, little sister
Woah-oh
Please help me, little sister
Woah-oh
It's been a long time, been a long long time
Been a long time, been a long long time
Long time getting you out of my mind, oh yeah
When I see you a-walking down the street
My heart goes boom to the rhythm of your feet
I know I screwed up, I know I've done wrong
Come back little sister, please, it's been so long
Please help me, little sister
Woah-oh
Please help me, little sister
Woah-oh
It's been a long time, been a long long time
Been a long time, been a long long time
Long time getting you out of my mind, oh yeah
Oh-woah
A long time ago you were the object of my affection
I pushed you away, that wasn't my intention
Maybe I'm not even worthy of redemption
Because you've got no time for just some overnight sensation
Please help me, little sister
Woah-oh
Please help me, little sister
Woah-oh
It's been a long time, been a long long time
Been a long time, been a long long time
Long time getting you out of my mind, oh yeah
Oh-woah
Please help me
Help me little sister
Help me
Help me little sister
Help me
Help me little sister
Help me
Help me little sister
Please help me (help me)
Help me little sister
Help me (help me)
Help me little sister
Help me (help me)
Help me little sister
Help me (help me)
Help me little sister
Please help me, little sister
Oh-woah
Please help me, little sister
Oh-woah
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