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Good Morning
01:34
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Good morning, Tent City
Let's sing a song a let's make it pretty
Home is not a building its your body and a feeling
Its not where you come from its where you belong
From the one celled organism
To the one celled in a prison
Served my first nine months confined in the womb
Now I serve a life sentence in America's room
And I know damn well that if these walls could talk
One of the walls would talk behind my back.
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Tent City
04:15
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Good morning Tent City
Let’s sing a song and let’s make it pretty
Home is not a building it’s your body and a feeling
It’s not where you come from its where you belong
From a one celled organism
To the one celled in a prison
Served my first nine months confined in the womb
Now I serve a life sentence in America’s room
And I know damn well that if these walls could talk
Then one of these walls would talk behind my back.
Chessboard checkmate street to street
I think the ground just moved right underneath my feet
Got to find a place that I call home
Hello Tent City here I come
Oh no oh no oh no oh no
Hello Tent City here I come
Hello Tent City here I am
Got pray on those who pray
That’s how I get by everyday
I know my church seems kind of odd
But I’ve got to believe in humans before I believe in Gods
Oh no oh no oh no oh no
Hello Tent City here I come
Hello Tent City here I am
Good morning Tent City
Let’s sing a song and let’s make it pretty
Fa la la la la la la la la la
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Homicidal Desert
05:21
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Settle down and have a drink with me
We're gonna be, we're gonna be in heaven
Ollie ollie ox I'm free.
Not only is this drink a drink
It's a taste and a toast to love, to love.
Doctor, doctor, you will see
Cut me open and drink my blood
You'll know God, you'll know God.
If God is dog spelled backward and men are dogs
He sleeps in the same shit hole as us poor pathetic little sods
Look into those beady eyes and you will see the sadness of man, understand?
Look on through those childrens smiles and you will see the madness in their souls, it'll grow.
My body's like a homicidal desert
The vulture's prey, and even they say "there's no life here, no life here."
I need a phone to call my damn expression
I learned my lesson and I'm so tired of depression, depression.
Look into those beady eyes and you will see the sadness of man, understand?
Look on through those childrens smiles and you will see the madness in their souls, it'll grow.
Sand and worms, little squirms diggin' in my brain
In and out, in and out like thoughts on a train
Magic clover, mystic rover can you make it rain?
Little rainbow, pretty angel please take my pain away.
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Let’s have homicidal thoughts to kill some time
It would be the perfect crime
Tick Tock
That baby in your brain is an alarm clock
Telling you it must be time
You got a reason why?
Maybe there’s no reason why
Maybe there’s no reason why
Hold its hands, cover its face
Numbers fallin all over the place
Take your time
You got a reason why?
Maybe there’s no reason why
Baby there’s no reason why
Ill be the first one to go
If it’s the last thing I do
Time is money and money is time
So if you’re runnin out of money than its time to die
So make the money to stay alive
You know your runnin out of time
You know your runnin out of time
Now you’re runnin out of time
The hurrier I go the behinder I get
I gotta try to remember that I shouldn’t forget
All the reasons why
Ive got no reasons why
Maybe there’s no reason why
Baby there’s no reason why
Ill be the first one to go
If it’s the last thing I do
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Wind-Up Toys
04:50
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Shake it down in twenty-ten
Why do we all go on living and pretend we're not wind-up toys?
Wanna tell you all about the man who has everything there ever was to have
Well he ain't had it all.
It won't stop, 'cause the gears don't stop.
If the gears don't stop, then you won't drop out.
You're just a toy making noise.
Take on step back and you will see that life can be a tragedy
But to the rest of them, it's one big comedy routine.
Sweaty summer city street, we got them dour boys spittin' beats diggin' deep,
Chemical brains can flow.
Boom! Bang! Shot 'em in the head, he lying on the ground, he ain't playing dead now,
The sound of trepidation grows!
And he's coming for the only pride you got left in your soul
And he's coming for the only road you know that takes you back home
And he's coming for the only song you ever wrote, that good old rock 'n' roll...
Hey, he's coming for the only road you know
Yeah, he's coming for the only pride you got
Hey, he's coming for the only song you wrote.
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My lesbian father
Married my mother
Over the internet
But they have never met
Married a mirror
I know it well
No sense in making love
When love can make itself
I love my husband and my wife
The government says that’s alright
We are the perfect family
Normal doctors would agree
Black, brown, pink, green, red, or white
The government says that’s alright
We are the perfect family
So let’s cut down the family tree
Great, great, great, great, grandfather
Happy Birthday!
You will live forever
So you don’t have to pray
So you don’t have to pray
But at grandma’s baby shower
I heard the children say
I love my husband and my wife
The government says that’s alright
We are the perfect family
Normal doctors would agree
Black, brown, pink, green, red, or white
The government says that’s alright
We are the perfect family
So let’s cut down the family tree
We are gathered here today
To see everyone on there way
If anybody, does object, speak now or regret
I don’t, I don’t
You are what you love you are what you love
Not what loves you
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