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Grow Up
01:58
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There's a lot of things that could be said,
but there's a couple things that should be said right now,
and I'm not gonna hold my tongue. I'm not gonna hold my tongue for you.
When you come out with all your bright lights on,
when you come out here like you fucking own the place,
when you come out here putting people in boxes,
when you come out here like the world is yours to take,
I've got two words for you - grow up,
and take a look at yourself. Don't you ever get tired of putting folks through hell?
Grow up!
It's not easy to speak up sometimes,
the world will tell you you're an "asshole",
you're a "bitch".
Well, those people just don't like to think about the things that they do to other people.
Well, I've got two words for them...
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2. |
Wait and See
02:03
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That sinking feeling in your throat moves down to your heart as you watch things fall apart, and so you try to keep it quiet, keep it out of your head, or just argue semantics over what one may have said.
Or maybe what they didn't say.
Hide out from the sun all day.
There will come times when the lord will test you,
so you sleep with one eye open,
wait for the fall,
and listen for the trumpet's call.
Oh good and faithful servant,
light a candle for me,
wait and see.
Tie up the loose ends in your head as best as you can,
try to keep your hands clean,
and then you think about what nuisance it had been to have to change your sheets.
You rot in your filth, and do what thou wilt...
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3. |
Time To Go
03:13
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4. |
Sleight of Hand
02:01
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5. |
Just Say When
03:02
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You wake up with a gun to your head,
that is, if you're one of the ones lucky enough to wake up at all.
Oh you wake up with a gun to your head,
that is, if you're one of the ones lucky enough to wake up at all.
And now they're screaming at you with their guns to your head,
that is, if you're one of the ones lucky enough to be hearing their screams.
Oh they're screaming at you with their guns to your head,
that is, if you're one of the ones lucky enough to be hearing their screams.
Fred Hampton, he was shot in his bed, they put bullets through his body,
bullets through his head.
Fred Hampton, he was shot in his bed, they put bullets through his body,
bullets through his head.
Just say when, just say when.
Just say when, you can just say when.
You wake up with a gun to your head,
that is, if you're one of the ones lucky enough to wake up at all.
Oh you wake up with a gun to your head,
that is, if you're one of the ones lucky enough to wake up at all.
And now they're screaming at you with their guns to your head,
that is, if you're one of the ones lucky enough to be hearing their screams.
Oh they're screaming at you with their guns to your head,
that is, if you're one of the ones lucky enough to be hearing their screams.
Fred Hampton, he was shot in his bed,
and although it's true that some people just arrested instead,
the Chicago police they shot him right in his bed,
the cops shot Fred Hampton point blank two times in his fucking head.
Just say when...
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6. |
Deer Ticks
01:15
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And my back still aches in all the places it used to when you left this time last year.
And I'm living downtown, and they've opened up a new bar,
and the patrons like to fight, they do so all night,
and the weather doesn't know what it's going to do,
so I am worried sick over you,
and the deer ticks.
I asked the cards again last just what it is I should do...
grow my hair out, try not to walk through the tall grass.
And I made myself a tea from some plants that I found,
checked the book that you left me,
I think it looks alright.
And the weather knows exactly what it's going to do,
that's why I'm worried sick over you,
and the deer ticks.
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7. |
Watching You
01:54
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I've been watching you, I see you through the window.
I see you stroll care free through the crosswalk,
and I see the way that the wind plays with your hair.
I've been watching you, I know just what you stand for.
I see the money that you spend, and the people you call friends.
And I have faith in me, like you have faith in the ground beneath your feet.
But you, your time has come.
I've been watching you, I know just where you've been.
Hear all the things that you think you say in private,
and read every single letter that you send.
And you may not like it, you may cry and you may protest.
And you may find ways around my reach, but I, I still know best.
And I have faith in me, like I have faith in all of my machines.
But you, your time has come.
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8. |
Sleep Song
03:32
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Sleep with the radio on. Drown every last thought that swims in your head.
Freeze, even with the heat on. Everyone's gone, and you're there in bed.
Oh, sleeping alone, it's not for everyone.
But for some, it's all that they've got.
"Breathe, breathe easy" she screamed. Well, there's still a piece stuck in my hand.
Be, be wild and free, fucking find yourself peace, however you can.
Oh, sleeping at all, well it's good for anyone.
But for some, sleep never comes.
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9. |
Burn
03:27
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Most of the roads I have walked, most of the streets I have crossed,
most of the buildings I have slept in,
most of the hallways, most of the kitchens,
most of the meals we are fed, most of the books we have read,
they all come at a cost, and something is only gained when something else is lost.
Who is keeping score? Will you tell who is looking out for the forgotten ones?
And who will break the silence when the lifebood of your culture is made up of blood and violence?
You burn it down, gotta burn it all down.
I want a warm home, internet, TV, new clothes, smart phone.
And I don't want a police state, but I don't wanna learn to shoot,
so I hesitate to arm myself, to arm my mind.
I'm afraid to look deeper, afraid of what I might find.
I want milk and meat, I can throw caskets on the fire but I can't take the heat.
So I burn it down, burn it down, gotta burn it all down.
Burn it down...
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10. |
Certain Kind of Love
02:42
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I want a certain kind of love.
I want that tie-me-down love.
I want that change your sheets love.
I want that nasty grind love.
I put my dick up on the internet,
and I put my clit up on the internet,
because nobody wants to cum alone,
or die alone, or cum alone,
or die alone from autoerotique asphyxiation,
in front of their computer screens.
I don't know why nobody wants to fuck me.
I just look at pictures of sex all fucking.
Well I've got a body too, that I'd like to share with you.
I want a certain kind of love.
Because nobody wants to cum alone or die alone.
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11. |
Been to the Mountaintop
02:21
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I've seen the things you do to people that stand up,
and we are not afraid, we are not afraid.
Been to the mountaintop, and we are not afraid,
we are not afraid, we are not afraid of death.
I've seen the things you pull right out of the earth,
right out of the earth, right out of the earth.
Coltan, tin, tungsten, and gold, right out of the earth,
right out of the earth, right out of the earth.
Power to the people because the people want peace.
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