1. |
All For Good
02:59
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Cheap shots are strong but they can go down easy
An innocent crowd and a machine gun
To think of a time when thieves were sleazy
Before the trails of love were overrun
But everything keeps on changing
So shut your mouth and let it go
Oh, no I don't think so
I'm on the Mighty Mac I'm drinking Nestle water
I'm gonna burn that bridge when the well runs dry
I've got a son and he's got a daughter,
'cause every criminal needs an alibi
But everything keeps on changing
I'd change that if I could
If it were all for good
I'd change it all for good
Paid at the pump in Flint, I pressed that 87
They've got that gasoline without the lead
If everything keeps on changing
Why's it feel like the old south?
Why won't I shut my mouth?
Why won't I shut my mouth?
How could I shut my mouth,
When it's the new old south?
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2. |
The Headline
04:21
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Saudi counsel
Istanbul
Throw off the path to
The watering hole
When you got inside
The well was run dry
For the last time
You made the headline
Jamal they took your only life
You'll never marry your fourth wife
Silent face
In a brief case
Take the remains
Leave no trace
A black sedan
You were put in
and the driver
Was a woman
Jamal they took your only life
You'll never marry your fourth wife
They silenced you
They cut you up
Khashoggi
On a Sony
News sticker scrolling
It's karaoke
Some think its funny
At G20
It's called pollution
Laughing with Putin
Jamal they took your only life
You'll never marry your fourth wife
I've heard her talk I've watched her cry
She wants justice and so do I
They silenced you
They cut you up
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3. |
Ruthless
02:33
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Here's a story with full disclosure
Ive never told anyone
A femme warrior, social sight hero
Her friends call her a queen
Soon my chips will be piling
I'm 'bout to call out her bluff
Nobody questions a hero
Well enough is enough
She's a feminist
and she's a hypocrite
Ryan Adams doll
On a hotel call
I was at a party, when it was over
She said that I shouldn't drive
I laid down on the couch she offered
The clock read midnight
The next thing I remember
I was naked in bed
The night time was escaping
I wished that I was instead
She's a feminist
and she's a hypocrite
I'm Dr. Ford's bra
and she's Kavanaugh
I knew the answer, but I still asked her
"How'd I wake up like this?"
She started crying, I wasn't buying
She never asked my consent
I know those eyes when I see them
She's got a boyfriend tears
and Ruth Vader was watching
From the left side of the mirror
She's a feminist
and she's a hypocrite
I'm Dr. Ford's bra
and she's Kavanaugh
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4. |
Basement Queen
02:46
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Queen of the too cool thrown
You cary your amp but can't sleep alone
A smoking cycle with a microphone
You rent the stage not own
Manipulate
Regina George of the venue estates
If gossip ruled you could be the queen
The mean girl of the basement scene
The road you takes a slippery slope so I'll give
You a break
Sometimes I feel just like a parachute
On a long commute
Sometimes I ask myself why I even talk to you
Oh please don't tell nobody that I'm in love with you
In a dark arcade
You play that game until it says your name
All out of lives, no credits remain
Think you could use some change
You turn the winter into a brighter shade of blue
I always knew that one day I'd fall in love with you
Harsh, I know
I only said it 'cause I love you so
Much
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5. |
Frida Kahlo
03:09
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I want Frida Kahlo as the statue of liberty
Rape's not porn, you can't just clear it from your history
I want a homophobe to lay a big ol' kiss on me
LGBT I'm voting for your victory
I want to color on a sheet of white supremacists
I want baptists that believe in scientists
Do I want a court room that is judged by a feminist?
I want Willie Nelson to be my fucking president
I want the whole wide world to finally know the diff
Between a communist and a socialist
Give more than a prayer to those less fortunate
I want a girlfriend who only beats me in an argument
Frida Kahlo as the statue of liberty
Hate's not porn, you can't just clear it from your history
I want Ted Cruise to lay a big ol' kiss on me
LGBT I'm voting for your victory
Color on a sheet of white supremacists
I want baptists that believe in scientists
I want justice for that Saudi journalist
I want Willie Nelson to be my fucking president
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6. |
Lost The Plot
01:37
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You wanna know if you've still got it
You're getting older why not flaunt it
You're on the beach with all your kids
Snapping pictures of your tits
If you couldn't snap that shot
Would you still be dressing hot
Yeah, I see your beauty spot
But I think you've lost the plot
You're on a mountain top in France
and yes I see your yoga pants
You're holding such a lovely pose
and I can see right through your clothes
If you couldn't snap that shot
Would you still climb that mountain top?
But I'll still like it anyway
One day it might help me get laid
I think you should go snap that shot
'Cause it's the only thing you want
I think you should keep dressing hot
'Cause it's the only thing you've got
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7. |
Kivela
02:47
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Johnny
I see that you've been drinking
It's fucking up your thinking
Sunday morning coming down
All wasted
When they pulled you over
You said your life was over
A politician who speaks the truth
Obliterated
Your eyes are dilated
Now you're incarcerated
But in the morning you'll be free
No thanks to that Lansing deputy
In a panic
You tried running into traffic
Life's autobiographic
So put that pencil down
Throw out that paper
Man, have a glass of water
Man, think about your daughter
and that first day you drove her home
Don't leave your sweet little wife alone
Sisu
That's something you commit to
and Johnny I love you
Maybe some things time can't heal
But I think I might know how you feel
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8. |
Peacock Tails
02:21
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There was a time when the water flowed
Before the plasticine, before the black top road
A psychopath, the Hoover Damn
You can stop the world but you can't stop the man
There was a time when the Beagle sailed
Charlie Darwin talking peacock tails
A sale pitch on a cliff, ya gonna fall for that?
She had a fishnet blouse, you had a heart attack
Foundation off, put that makeup down
Get ya all dolled down, we're gonna hit the town
American malls, fake Irish bars
I guess I like things more the way they really are
The way you are
The way it was
The way it's supposed to be
What I'm supposed to see
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9. |
Wrigley Field Forever
03:15
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Do you remember Sammy Sosa
How 'bout the rusty bumble bee
Record high and record low
Mark McGwire wouldn't know
First a forest then a meadow
Now the locals call it Cosco
Rodger Stone is domineering
and all the grizzly bears, disappearing
Old Wrigley Field can't go away
I wanna watch the cubs play
I'm out here swinging for the fence
All up in the astrodome
With a catcher like Mike Pence
I'll never feel safe at home
Old Wrigley Field can't go away
I wanna watch the cubs play
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The Thirties Marquette, Michigan
The Thirties are a three-piece rock band driven by a full sound, playful, yet relevant lyrics and educated angst.
www.lostdogrecords.org/the-thirties
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