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I picked back up my battleaxe
For a second there, I thought I'd lost it
I've taken lots of time
Living life got me exhausted
I may be growing older
I'm also growing bolder
And you know the kind of things
That I'm prone to say
Like fuck this, fuck that
Fuck your fucking pussy hat
Fuck old Joe fuck Donny T
They don't mean a fuck to me
Fuck DC, fuck the vote
Fuck those fucking songs I wrote
Fuck Pence, Fuck Barr
Fuck wannabe rock stars
Fuck TV, Fuck Caitlyn Jenner
Fuck a fucking Grammy winner
Fuck whatever else I say
Cause Jane is coming back today
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2. |
The Quarantine Shuffle
03:11
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Well my boys and I are going to the mayor's house
Gather up your kids and grab your spouse
Who's afraid of a little flu?
A little blood cough is nothing that you cant get through
I'm sick of wearing masks, miss the hustle and the bustle
Whats a few thousands dead? We'll do the quarantine shuffle
Got a rifle in my hand and a picket sign
Freedom = work is my bottom line
Got my boys and the cameras with me
I need a haircut I'm looking like a goddamn hippie
IF you think I'm doing wrong we can get into a scuffle
Fuck your grandma, babe, let's do the quarantine shuffle
Well I hate my kids
and I hate my wife
and I'm starting to think
Jack Torrance was right
Don't give a damn
If the sick get sicker
We gotta get to work
So the rich can get richer
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To be a queen in a palace built from trash
Is to still be a queen
And to be a priest to the perverted
Is to still lead a flock of sheep
So we'll raise a song of hope
To my filthy pope
and we'll let our voices ring
Oh Divine, Divine
You showed me how beautiful ugly could be
Divine, Divine
If filth were a kingdom, you'd be the queen
Divine, Divine,
Personified anarchy
If only we could be so free
Who'd have ever thunk
A Baltimore bunch
would be the ones who made it
And who'd have ever thought
So much Hell be wrought
By a drag queen eating dog shit
So we'll raise a song of hope
To my filthy pope
and let our voices ring
Oh Divine, Divine
You showed me how beautiful ugly could be
Divine, Divine
If filth were a kingdom, you'd be the queen
Divine, Divine,
Personified anarchy
If only we could be so free
To Dawn Davenport and Edna Turnblad
And everyone she could be inbetween
Dreamland to Cockettes
Cocaine and private jets
You are an icon to me
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4. |
Dive Bar Dropout
02:04
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I promise, I promise
If I tell you it's looking grim
It isn't you, it isn't me but it's the state of the world we live in
My fingers bleed from nervous habits and these guitar strings
And sometimes I feel more reclusive than the goddamned mothman
But I've got my friends
And we've got everything we need
Our clothes are dirty
Our shoes are muddy
and we're only trying to have a good time
Everything worth trying is scary and learning from life is hard
No amount of santy clauses or tooth fairies can make that change
Our lives are a theater
forged in blood and dirt
and we're so well trained we'll stay in a room filled with poison
If every exit says "use another door"
But I've got my friends
And we've got everything we need
Our clothes are dirty
Our shoes are muddy
and we're only trying to have a good time
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5. |
A Song from Lawndale
03:12
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Brick houses, brick churches, dead grass
and blissful ignorance
Old trees, empty mills, stray dogs and broken leaves
My schools, my home, tool shacks, and beat up Chevorlets
God is in all of you
But the Devil is with me
Brick houses, brick churches, dead grass
and blissful ignorance
Old trees, empty mills, stray dogs and broken dreams
My schools, my home, tool shacks, and beat up Chevorlets
God lives in all of you
But the Devil lives in me
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6. |
A Gospel Song
02:41
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I was feeling worn in
No matter what I couldn't win
It seemed the deck was stacked against my hand
I'd folly and I'd fret
Like one sock was always wet
Until my savior taught me how to stand
Now every single day I live a more fulfilling way
And I'll sing his praises in my little band
So join me if you will
Let your voices spill
To Lucifer, the lord of all the land
The bringer of light, the bringer of light
Was there when no one else was there for me
He shone through the night
The Morning Star is bright
Thank you, Lucifer, you rescued me
Many years ago, I'd turn up my nose
At believing things that weren't in front of me
Until the Lord of Flies, opened up my eyes
With Promethean flames, and now I see
The bringer of light, the bringer of light
Was there when no one else was there for me
He shone through the night
The Morning Star is bright
Thank you, Lucifer, you rescued me
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7. |
Comfort and Conversation
02:38
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Go to Heaven for comfort
Hell for conversation
The bar to forget and church for condemnation
I sit in my room, and my mind starts to wander
In a chair, spun out, looking at the wall
I don't think this is what they had in mind
When they died for freedom for all
Go to Heaven for comfort
Hell for conversation
The bar to forget and church for condemnation
Saint Peter ain't gonna take my soul
At least in Hell they'll have some rock and roll
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8. |
Feed Your Head!
01:24
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When I was younger really thought I figured it all out
The only thing I knew was how to run my mouth
I always thought that everything was ruled by random chances
I was just a product of my ego and my circumstances
It's easy being blind if you have never seen the light
But once you've opened up it's hard to get it back inside
We've swallowed lies and propaganda from a TV set
But you're quick to throw up poison in the times you
FEED YOUR HEAD
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I'm dreaming of a world where our bodies aren't prisons
Where our minds can roam free
And we'll be who we wanna be
No fear and division
Nothing to be hid
No cops killing kids
And everyone has got enough to eat
But the powers that be
They don't want us free
They'd rather have us dying from preventable disease
When we were growing up, we were always taught
To stand up for what you believe, no better battle's fought
But when you believe something that they don't
They'd rather have you lying
Than dissenting in their home
I've seen a lot of things
I've done a lot of drugs
I've lived like a retired rock star no one's heard of
I may not know a lot
But one thing that is true
The world might be burning down
But it's a better place
Because of you
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