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Sell Your Soul
02:49
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My skin is not young.
I know myself, but still I'm stunned.
My heart has been tried.
Not more than once, it's kept inside.
If you could sell your soul to the devil,
If you could sell your soul.
If you could sell your soul to the devil,
Could you sell your soul?
My skin has seen the sun,
20,000 days, life's just begun.
These bones are breaking down.
Spirit's willing, but to time I'm bound.
If you could sell your soul to the devil,
If you could sell your soul.
If you could sell your soul to the devil,
Could you sell your soul?
My face is marked by joy,
and every single tear, and every fear.
If you could sell your soul to the devil,
If you could sell your soul.
If you could sell your soul to the devil,
Could you sell your soul?
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2. |
Skinny Little Thang
03:08
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She's a skinny little thang, don't weigh much more than a phone book,
but bring what you gonna bring, she won't be the one gonna be shook.
She's a skinny little thang, but she's worth her weight in spiders.
She'll see you down the road, baby, but she ain't taking no riders.
She's a skinny little thang, hear her body wire sing,
If you don't treat her like an equal, she don't know you.
Better get your mind around the fact that strength ain't size,
Think acetylene fire, or truth, uncut by lies.
She's a skinny little thang, but she could stare down the Taliban.
Don't always know where she's going, but when she gets there she'll have a plan.
She's a skinny little thang, bet she's heard that all her life
Someday she may marry, but she'll never be just a wife.
She's a skinny little thang, hear her body wire sing,
If you don't treat her like an equal, she don't know you.
Better get your mind around the fact that strength ain't size,
Think acetylene fire, or truth, uncut by lies.
Hear her body wire sing!
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3. |
Hex of My Ex
03:03
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A bird with a mullet is staring me down,
and I believe I recognize that disapproving frown.
If she had hands, they'd be on her hips,
and some kind of scolding would be coming from her lips.
I'm running, from the hex of my ex.
I came here for tequila and general sin.
I'm running from the hex of my ex,
But damn, her spirit is haunting me again.
That bird is pecking at some poor, helpless fish.
Many morns I'd felt served up as a similar dish.
But I've cut loose, I should feel fancy-free,
but everywhere I go, I feel those eyes on me.
I'm running, from the hex of my ex.
I came here for tequila and all around sin.
I'm running from the hex of my ex,
But damn, her spirit is haunting me again.
Well maybe I did do wrong, I still regret some things I said,
But to be involved in haunting, aren't you sposed to be dead?
I'm running, from the hex of my ex.
I came here for tequila and general sin.
I'm running from the hex of my ex,
But damn, her spirit is haunting me again.
I'm running, from the hex of my ex.
I came here for tequila, senioritas and beer.
I'm running from the hex of my ex,
But damn, her spirit has followed me here.
I said damn, it's my conscience that's followed me here.
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4. |
Destroyer
03:57
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I worship at the altar, of your gristle and corpuscle.
I want to christen your ship, of skeleton and muscle.
My how you've grown, from just a tugboat when I left home.
Now you push big water and smell like danger.
The coast has changed, and I'm a stranger.
You're a destroyer, baby, yeah you're a mega-ton girl.
You're a destroyer, baby, sailing on to rock my world.
You're a destroyer, baby, you're a destroyer, sure,
You're a destroyer, baby, sailing on to rock my world.
We're best friends and you're dynamite, his kid sister, grown up tight.
Two languages now being spoken, my attention is no longer token.
My how you've grown, from just a tugboat when I left home.
Guess you can't come home once you're a drifter,
Girl I knew is now a shape shifter.
You're a destroyer, baby, yeah you're a mega-ton girl.
You're a destroyer, baby, sailing on to rock my world.
You're a destroyer, baby, you're a destroyer, sure,
You're a destroyer, baby, sailing on to rock my world.
My how you've grown, you were just a tugboat when I left home.
Call damage control cuz she said "let's go",
Shirley Temple's now a mojito.
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5. |
Downtown
03:20
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I've been battered, I've been chained.
I've had too much mustard, I've been deranged.
And downtown was changing around me.
I've been grounded, I've been maintained.
Lived on mother's custard, free of pain.
And downtown was changing around me.
I can get along on the cheap, or I can pimp it with the best of the rich boys.
I got my inner vision complete, I'm not talking bout having the most toys.
Cuz downtown is changing around me.
I've been shaken, I've been stirred.
Did my time in Macon, I've felt the urge,
Of downtown changing around me.
Will it snap back and crack you? Cause the ground to shake?
You're surfing on sand that's moving past you, and the sand starts to over-take, that's downtown changing.......
I've been flush with, I've been in love.
Felt the burn of absence, crushed is the dove.
And downtown still changed around me.
So if you get along on the cheap, or if you pimp it with the best of the rich boys, get your inner vision complete, I'm not talking bout having the most toys, cuz
Downtown has changed, downtown will change, downtown is changing around you.
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6. |
Fat Cash
03:54
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She put all her money into coffee beans, and sat back to watch it grow.
Now she's sitting on a pile of fat cash, and an endless cup o joe.
Oh, some people have a life you admire........
I got a working job that's not of my dreams, I'm the guy that tells you no.
I'm just counting up his pile of fat cash, hope he doesn't let me go.
Oh, some people have a life you admire....
Every girl he sits by just bursts into flames, he's just got that kind of mo.
They know nothing bout his pile of fat cash, still he never hears a no.
Oh, some people have a life you admire, some people have a life that you crave.
Rich in love and human kindness, the only thing she earned all day.
Yeah she was born with next to nothing, and she gave the rest away.
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Deceiver
03:50
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My perfect life. A warmth, a space, a form, a voice.
I know my vice, ahhh, but don't always see when I've made the choice.
It seemed so real. With yes and no, and in and out.
An addict's zeal, ahhh, blindness to caution and doubt.
But she's sandstone, she's crumble in your hand stone.
From air, from water, from fire she's riven,
Any shape she has is what you've given,
And your head explodes with what your heart already knows....
You're a deceiver, you can't see her.
An orange peel. Stronger than a heart that's broken.
Truth will reveal, ahhh, town by pointed words soft spoken.
But you filled up this pipe with the match heads you were saving,
the crumbs of your lust, and the loving you were craving,
you crawled in the top and sealed yourself right in it,
you turned on the timer, and pushed the button to begin it!
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8. |
Dead Dog
02:54
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There's a dead dog lying by the side of the road,
just looks like he's sleeping.
A brave face carries a heavy load, but feels the blues creeping.
A white barn settles by the weight of the snow,
feels like comfort to the people below.
Blue dawn only makes you feel colder, you're four seasons and ten years older.
Please don't drink and dream,
You know it only makes you somber.
Living on those in betweens,
Hope each moment stretches longer.
A red town is shining in the desert sun,
a funeral pyre for a day that's done.
Brown wind snakes through the open door,
Sweeps out your dreams for more.
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9. |
Seven Year Itch
03:39
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A wandering mind, never know what you'll find.
A listless soul, belies a heart grown cold.
So You Say!
A sharp tongue, means you're not the only one.
A critical glance, means you've just lost your second chance.
So You Say!
But maybe I just had to shop around,
Maybe I just had to get my feet back on the ground,
Maybe I hedge in case you won't stay,
Maybe I've seen all my dreams just fade away.
An empty space, you can read nothing on my face.
A nervous twitch, I got you thinking bout the seven year itch.
So You Say!
The flowers on the window box need water,
The cat has lost her will to hunt.
Maybe I should bow down, to the father,
confess my shame at letting love grow blunt.
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10. |
Bird Has Flown
03:24
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Oh the rabbit, in the frozen ground
Is a wish for spring to come again.
But the lover, whose bird has flown,
Is a soldier without a next of kin.
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11. |
The Goat
03:06
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I'm talking like a sage, rattling around my cage.
It was a cinch with just a pinch, and I'm not acting my age
Yeah my pant's are full of lead, I'm thinking with the wrong head.
The geraniums are fresh in bed, and the goat has not been fed.
You're walking like a page, who's lying about her age.
Easy to be sleazy, the politician's wage.
Yeah their pants are full of lead, they're thinking with the wrong head.
The geraniums are plump and red, and the goat has not been fed.
There's a Latin phrase for a latent phase,
Just past the outer crust, inside's burning Funktionlust.
We walk a crooked line, argue about what's mine.
Blinded, til reminded, we have a finite time.
Still our pants are full of lead, we're all thinking with the wrong head.
The geraniums are fresh and red, and the goat has not been fed.
So am I talking like a sage, or rattling around my cage?
Easy, thick and breezy, the style is all the rage.
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