1. |
Mr. Cornelius
03:01
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Girl whenever your lonely,
Well what were you thinking of
cause those plans you go chasing don’t look good.
Cyanide is enlightening
I’m so tired of killing plans
For those handsome heroes, caught fond in your dream
I won’t let you take her from me
She said “you’re kinda like Marilyn Mance
in an emo whim kind of way”,
You were dust when you gave me the chance,
On the handsome highway,
I keep dreaming imaginary fate,
Amounts in the back of me,
I have no regrets,
it’s a fact, a man will die today.
I was ready to marry,
but she said I’m a vacant man
who just reads into anything,
well I left you wide open,
to go tango with handsome men,
they say hello baby,
I’m here for mistakes,
it was a handsome mistake.
I won’t let you take her from me
I won’t let him, waste ya girl
So lets be honest,
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2. |
Half-Wit
04:56
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What’s the Plans
don’t you know
got your draft, note for note
happiness bends,
i’m a half-wit idiot
Dropped the soap behind the bars,
simple pawn in deck of cards
once you walked through the door,
you define half-wit idiot.
What’s your plans,
I never know
what’s the channel, love remote
I was born in the month of a goat
guess I’m a half-wit, half-wit idiot
What’s the plan? never mind,
there’s nothing here now anyway
cut down these fairy tolls and lend a window to your soul,
see the planet that you’re on is just a pocket for your coupons
cut down these cherry goals
and take a hammer to your soul
What’s your plans or don’t you know?
Got your draft note for note
happiness bends, to define half-wit idiot
what’s the plans, I never know
no mechanic can fix the boat
it’s just a headache, yep I know
cause you're a half wit and I’m an idiot
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3. |
6 Weeks on a Raft
06:50
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I came back from the past
I made some changes to my days,
I could of used ya, I could of loved ya
I laugh a lot, woman
And I’m falling back to ground for no one.
Powerful pass, going to disappear
Illusions feed the past, and the fears
I want a fall breaking women,
I want a fall breaking woman.
So take leave,
you baited love from where its meant to be,
Oh baby, she can’t hold it on forever,
Oh miss danger, she won’t be here for long
She’s burning my heart out,
like flames to the past
I’ve been here for to long,
Being alone dies fast.
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4. |
It don't Work
04:32
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Hopeless operator
fire the narrator,
cheers to the danger we'll never know.
Old Melody,
She will frighten up ya dream
i'm crawling on my feet
will I ever know.
Old cunning places,
tighten up the laces
cheers to the crazies we always know
I hadn’t fruit
until I watched it from the tree
Holding up my feet, high
Music in my mind and I'm sorry things don't work.
Classic tripulator
trying up the vapour
cheers to the rager's we'd always had
I had it lost when I saw you on TV,
I tell you billy Jean, die.
I wanna get, I wanna get out
Music in my mind
And I’m sorry, it don’t work.
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5. |
MANUFA
06:23
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Gold mates, the oligarchs
Hit men that fell apart
War vets to quarter backs
Gone heroes in handsome hats
How will you see?
One way you’ll see,
You aint no
Termite the counter man,
Play hang man, or count to 10
Cuban Heels if you feel like running
go wind surfing or parachuting
How will you see?
One way you’ll see
You aint no Ganges Khan
Termites a virtual march
When the curtain breaks to the oligarchs
All these reels they feel like running
Always tugging, and trading your beautiful boys
For beautiful toys
One-way you’ll see, they made you go see
You aint no Ganges Kahn
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