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Sick in the Head
03:13
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2. |
Line in the Sand
02:08
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Line in the Sand
Why'd you have to open up your mouth and ruin it?
Everything you say just confirms you're full of shit.
No, this isn’t just another party for your friends.
Seems every new generation has to learn again.
Those words aren't welcome here.
Your words are welcome here.
There’s a line in the sand and it’s easy to spot if you aren't too fucking cool.
I came here to have fun with my friends, not to go back to middle school.
Why'd you have to open up your mouth and ruin it?
Everything you say just confirms you're full of shit.
"Some of your best friends are what?!," here we go again.
Tired of excuses, of oppressors turning victim.
Those words aren't welcome here.
Your words are welcome here.
There’s a line in the sand and it’s easy to spot if you aren't too fucking cool.
I came here to have fun with my friends, not to go back to middle school.
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3. |
Numb
02:24
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Numb
What should be expected when it's so clear who is wrong?
If we wait will we find out that someone's tipped them off?
I don't want to wake to crisis every other day,
But any sane solution seems so far away.
We all get knocked down, baby. We try to get up.
If you don't feel it sticking in your heart now, you must be numb.
Some are saying that we've hurt the feelings of our masters,
'Cause we weren't buying trash during their disaster.
Sick men screaming at a ceiling on collapse,
While on the floor we wait for sweet relapse.
We all get knocked down, baby. We try to get up.
If you don't feel it sticking in your heart now, you must be numb.
We all get knocked down, brother. Time to get up.
They knocked us all down, sister. Time to get up.
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4. |
Dead Leaves
03:30
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It's that time of year
When I all see is the dead leaves hanging on the trees
I want to crack a smile
But it's just been a while
Since I've seen
Anything to lift us up
Anything to change my luck
Give me any way out of these hopeless days
The ones in charge time and again let us down
Left to fend for ourselves while we're scrounging on the ground
I want to build a world with you
But I'm not sure what we're looking forward to
Since I've seen
Anything to lift us up
Anything to change my luck
Give me any way out of these hopeless days
So here we are today
Are we any closer to justice?
I don't think so
So here we are today
On our hands and knees screaming
Give us justice give us peace
Give us better pay a place to lay our head
An identity where I'm free to be who I choose to be
Maybe we'll be happy before we're dead.
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5. |
Lock Up the Kids
02:04
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Lock Up the Kids
Lock up the kids
Throw away the key
Prepare for the future
Like we're all diseased
And searching for a cure
We all need more than jails and big box stores
Handed down
From the experts
From the ones who know better than you or I
How to live in our communities
From their castles in the sky
They got the numbers of their own making
We've got to people and now were waiting for their next action
We all need more than jails and big box stores
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6. |
Family in Tow
03:39
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Family in Tow
33 years under that roof
Raised your family paid your dues
Phone call comes in the waning daylight
Know that you're in for the fight of your life
No never gonna go
I've been walking these streets for as long As I know
No never gonna go down a long road of shame with a family in tow
Called up our sisters and brothers in town
Came to agreement gonna shut it down
Rather spend the night chained to the door
Than freezing on the jailhouse floor
No never gonna go
I've been walking these streets for as long As I know
No never gonna go down a long road of shame with a family in tow
Fuck you, you take so much, from so many, and all for yourself
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7. |
My Own Shit
02:15
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My Own Shit
Morning come to early again
I'm struggling to raise my head
Not sure if I was built for this
I'm tearing at the seams
Existence in a monotone
On the road when I'm at home
Lonely then it's lazy then it's guilty am I crazy
I don't want to be the one who lets you down, over my own shit
Head home and your fast asleep
I can't bear to wake you at this hour
Head is in the clouds again
Need you to keep me grounded in
Only things we need to be
Sane happy and healthy
I don't want to be the one who lets you down, over my own shit
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8. |
Natural as the Rain
04:19
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Natural as the Rain
Broken philosophy spreads across the land
Convinced, you and I not to lend a helping hand.
There are winners, there are losers, natural as the rain.
The others did not a thing.
Give me what I’ve come to claim
There are rich, there are poor, natural as the rain
All I’ve done is sell my soul
Find someone else to blame
Monotonous messages creep across the land
Warning you to stay inside, or make an exit while you can
There are winners there are losers, natural as the rain
There are rich there are poor, natural as the rain
There's the moment when the losers realize
There so many more of us,
So many more than them
Than them
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Ninety Six Ghosts Baltimore, Maryland
Punk Rock
Former members of Subsist, Widows Watch, Trashkanistan
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