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King of Thieves
02:42
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I’VE GOT A PAINT CAN / I’VE GOT NO MAN’S LAND / I’VE GOT A FIRE AND
I WAS BORN WILD WHEN / THE EARTH WAS UPHEAVED / BY THE SANDS THAT MADE ME
PAINT YOU A DOOR / STRAIGHT TO MY PORCH / COULD WE WALK / COULD WE TALK AWHILE FRIEND?
SEE I’VE GOT SOME UNFINISHED BUSINESS WITH YOU
I’D LIKE TO TELL YOU / WHY THE SKY IS BLUE / AND HOW THE OCEAN / SHE SWALLOWED YOU
WELL NOW MY BREASTS BARE / NOW HOW’D I GET HERE? / TIME-WARPED LOVE AFFAIR
OH ITS NOT FAIR, NO ITS NOT FAIR
SEE I’VE GOT SOME UNFINISHED BUSINESS WITH YOU
THOUGHT YOU OUT TO COME THROUGH
‘CAUSE I’VE GOT NOTHING, NO NOTHING LEFT TO LOSE
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WE’LL STAY WHAT SEEMS AS FOREVER / HOT CHEEKED IN THE SUN
WE’LL LOVE THE SONS OF WARS WE HAVE NOT WON
SURE AS OUR RIVERS RUN OVER YOUR SUNK LEO SUN YOU WILL BECOME
WHAT YOU’VE DONE / THE KING OF NONE
SO SWALLOW DOWN WHAT YOU DO NOT NEED / EVERYTHING YOU DON’T SEE
YOU DON’T SEE YOU DON’T SEE YOU DON’T SEE
WHAT’S COMING
WE’VE CONSTRUCTED THIS MACHINE COMPOSED / BARE-HANDED AND BLOODY KNEED / REPOSED
WE WILL BECOME THE SUM OF WHAT YOU’VE DONE
COUNTER-ACT THE CONFINES OF THIS CLOTH / UNRAVEL THE BINDS YOU THOUGHT YOU’D LOST
CONTRACT \ LEFT BACK \ IN CONTEMPT \ THE DESCENT
SWALLOW DOWN WHAT YOU DO NOT NEED / EVERYTHING YOU DON’T SEE
YOU DON’T SEE YOU DON’T SEE
AND YOU’LL TAKE FROM MY MOUTH / YOUR WORD’S GOLD ROTTED OUT
SELF-PROCLAIMED SELF-DOUBT / AND YOUR GREED MAKES ME WEAK
BLUE COLLARS WHAT WE’VE GOT
WE ARE THE HAVE-NOTS
BRUISED, SCARRED, BASHED AND MARRED
IN GRAVEYARDS AND CLASSIC CARS
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New Colony
04:45
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KEEP YOUR WISHES IN THAT BOX / ON THE DARK CLOSET SHELF / KEEP YOUR BACKS TO THE CLOCKS
IN SPITE OF YOURSELVES / KEEP YOUR EYES ON THE MAN TO THE EAST ‘CAUSE ITS TRUE
HE’S BEARING GIFTS BUT NOT A SINGLE ONE FOR YOU
WITH A FLICK OF HIS WRIST HE’LL BUILD A CASTLE IN THE SAND / SPARKLING GOLD AND GLITZ
AT THE TIP OF HIS COMMAND / ITS A SIGHT TO BEHOLD IN AN IMPOVERISHED LAND / BUT BEWARE
THERE’S A NEW COLONY HERE / WITH BRIGHT LIGHTS AND A PENCHANT FOR FLAIR
YES THERE’S A NEW COLONY HERE / AND WHAT THEY SOW I SWEAR WILL NOT BE SHARED
HE’LL BUILD A HOSPITAL BED / AND MAKE IT LOOK ITS BEST / GOOD PLACE TO LAY YOUR HEAD
AND SLEEP OFF YOUR CIVIL UNREST / HE’LL BUILD THE RAILWAY LINES
AND RIDE THEM ON HIS ONE-WAY TRAINS
AND BY THE TIME YOU’VE PULLED THE WOOL OUT FROM YOUR EYES / HE’LL HAVE HIS BELLY FULL
AND MUCH TO YOUR SURPRISE YOU’LL FIND ONCE SOLID GROUND NOW HOLLOWED OUT TO THE CORE
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Hole in the Sky
04:30
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We Used to Dream
07:31
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WE USED TO DREAM
THE RAIN FALLS HARD ON THIS TOWN / IT WEARS OUR BODIES DOWN
WE WALK AROUND WITH DIRT ON OUR LIPS
AND THE OLDER WE GET THE MORE WE SETTLE IN OUR RESTLESS FITS
UNTIL WE SMOLDER IN OUR DEBTS IN OUR SUNDAY BEST OUTFITS
BUT WE DON’T CRY NO MORE
OH YOU NEVER THOUGHT THAT YOU WOULD GIVE IN / AND NOW WE ALL ADMIT
OUR FEET ARE DUG DOWN DEEP IN THE GROUND
YOU USED TO SIT AROUND AND DREAM ABOUT YOUR TRUE LOVE IN HER SATIN GOWN
BUT THAT RING AROUND YOUR FINGER’S FEELING MUCH MORE LIKE A HANDCUFF NOW
SO YOU DON’T DREAM NO MORE
SO WHERE’S THE MORAL IN THIS?
IS THERE SOMETHING I MISSED?
DOESN’T ANYONE REMEMBER THE TIMES
WHEN WE NEVER HAD THE NEED FOR ANY TELEPHONES
WE WOULD CALL UP TO ALL OUR BUDDIES FROM THEIR PATIOS
AND WE’D LEARN ABOUT THE WORLD WITH OUR HANDS IN THE DIRT
THE ONLY RINGS AROUND OUR NECKS WERE FROM THE MUD ON OUR SHIRTS
AND NOW WE’RE SPILLING OUT OR SECRETS ON THE CHAPEL FLOOR
IN AN ATTEMPT TO SALVAGE PIECES OF OUR SHATTERED CORES
AND WE’RE ALL WISHING ON THE STARS FOR AN END TO IT ALL
BUT WE’RE JUST RACKING UP THE SCARS UNTIL THE BALL COMES CRASHING DOWN
A SONG FOR BENJAMIN
BORN IN THE SPRING RAIN / BORN SAFE IN THE TEMPLE OF AME
I DO DREAM OF WHEN WE’LL MEET / WHEN YOU WAKE FINALLY / FROM EMBRYONIC SLEEP
I’VE SEEN YOU DANCING / TO THE SOUND OF HER HEARTBEAT
HEAVENLY, THE SYMPHONY / WITH YOUR HANDS IN HER HAIR / SHE IS YOURS TO KEEP
I WILL WATCH YOU WALK / I WILL WATCH YOU RUN
I WILL WATCH YOU CHASE THE SETTING SUN
SO I AM TOLD YOU WILL NEVER GROWN OLD ON A PIRATE SHIP OR AN IGLOO OF SNOW
YOU WILL FOREVER BE / YOUR MOTHER’S BABY
TRUE LOVES CODE OF FLESH AND BONE
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