1. |
Alligator Hands
02:48
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Alligator hands,
got them in Vietnam
Keep you full of lies,
and keep your head on ice
Quit looking out the window if you're trying to get out
Start messing with the locks, maybe you'll figure it out
I'm so glad you're in love with me now
Do you want to get out?
It puts the lotion on the skin
you look so nice and I begin to sweat
you don't love me anymore
but that's alright when you're chained to the floor.
Quit looking out the window if you're trying to get out
Start messing with the locks, maybe you'll figure it out
I'm so glad you're in love with me now
Do you want to get out?
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2. |
Sandy Shores
03:23
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Washed up on sandy shores
built my house there, watched it crumble to the floor
now I'm alone and I don't live there anymore
I'm not that great at being good at looking you right in the face
Don't look me in the eyes, I'll look straight down and feel like a disgrace.
Now I'm wasting in this basement like this house is fucking haunted
from the I tried to write but didn't turn out how I wanted
I'm a Liar and a cheater and a stealer and a reader
of the songs I tried to write but didn't turn out how I wanted
Kings may rise and kings may fall
but from the sides I watch it all
Cause I'm not motivated, dedicated
wasting in this basement
I'm not that great at being good at looking you right in the face
Don't look me in the eyes, I'll look straight down and feel like a disgrace.
Now I'm wasting in this basement like this house is fucking haunted
from the I tried to write but didn't turn out how I wanted
I'm a Liar and a cheater and a stealer and a reader
of the songs I tried to write but didn't turn out how I wanted
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3. |
Gentleman Caller
03:24
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Are you looking for someone new, my dear?
Won't you look my way? I'm right over here
Staring at the floor while I sip my beer.
I am willing and able, let's be clear
That I am a gentleman caller,
and I can't wait any longer.
I'll kiss you sweetly
and hurt you daily.
All those other guys, they act so cruel,
but I can treat you right, it's the golden rule.
Won't you come over? Don't you think I deserve it?
Fuck you anyway, you're not even worth it.
cause I am a gentleman caller,
and I can't wait any longer.
I'll kiss you sweetly
and hurt you daily.
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4. |
You Suck
02:05
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Something to remember you by:
a rotten egg
tie a string around my finger
so I won't forget that day
Roll over and you're not there
It's a feeling I can no longer bear
The Earth moves around the sun
feels like a hundred times each day you're not here
Five months, and the wind is getting colder,
but I can't forget your face
Two Years and it feels like this is over
so your memory I replace
but I roll over and you're not there
It's a feeling I can no longer bear
The Earth moves around the sun
feels like a hundred times each day you're not here
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