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The Apocalypse
03:10
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you ended up at the lake
you forgot it was there
you looked up at the sky
and you breathed in the air
then you looked down at the sand
you coughed in your sleeve
you were lost in it again
it's hard to believe
but you were already dead
you had an arrow through your head
on the day that the city fell
on the day that the city fell
you were a saint
and you were a bastard
you were a drunken horse
and you were a hummingbird
and all the urban garbage
it blew through your mind
as you watched big business crumble
in the bloated face of time
on the day that the city fell
on the day that the city fell
a blanket of fire on the skyline
a manmade disaster in the smog
you threw your suitcase into the water
and fled to the country w/your guitar and a dog
and it was all for a woman, a picture perfect woman
man, she fit you like a glove
you fell in love
oh, love
oh, love
on the day that the city fell
on the day that the city fell
on the day that the city fell
on the day that the city fell
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Chewing a Bone
02:36
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I turned my back on the pearl
stumbled blindly down some stairs
I left my wallet and a book St. Peter gave me
but I didn't even care
I had to get out of that scene real quick
everything was so bright and so clean, man, it made me sick
I liked the cool air of the evening
the way it felt against my spine
I crossed the street to a liquor store
to buy a bottle of wine
then I carried it across the city to find my favorite girl
lost in her sad eyes, drowning in a cannibal world
chewin' on the city like a sick dog chewing a bone
I built myself a country, I can build myself a home
yeah, I was hunting' for love
but loving I scorned
so I turned to the deep blue water
where nature was born
lost between horizons on a dead log learning to float
when she appeared beside me, said, "grab onto the side of my boat!"
and now I'm chewin' on the city like a sick dog chewing a bone
I built myself a country, I can build myself a home
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3. |
Seasons Like Thunder
04:33
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The Obsequy
03:17
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I bought some flowers for your grave
I laid 'em down there in the snow
they were dead by the time I left
it was hard for me to go
I walked back to the rental car
your favorite song was on the radio
so I sang it to your hometown stars
sittin' there alone
a bottle of water
an empty Old Style can
a cupholder full of change
a pack of smokes in my hand
as I sat there in the rental car
your favorite song on the radio
singin' to your hometown stars
sittin' there alone
the song was building to an end
I pushed the little knob to the left
and blasted some hot, dry engine air
onto the windshield bathed in breath
I pictured your soft, pink body
buried down in that cold, hard earth
I pictured some poor young lady in the city
in a white bed giving birth
as I sat there in the rental car
your favorite song on the radio
singin' to your hometown stars
sittin' there alone
as I sat there in the rental car
your favorite song on the radio
singin' to your hometown stars
sittin' there alone
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6. |
We're Going to Make It
03:22
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