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Freedom Road
04:59
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FREEDOM ROAD
Well Joey broke for the border with a posse on his trail.
Well hell was better than another night in the cell of a Texas jail
So today in the yard he took them all off guard,
Yeah he left them opened mouthed.
Hot-wired a car outside of San Antoine
And he started heading South
The border’s a mile away. Down Freedom Road.
The Border’s a mile away. Down Freedom Road.
Cut yourself some slack off the beaten track
Just to keep your profile low
All the tricks you remembered running smack out of Mexico
You said a whispered prayer to a Saint or two
Though you weren’t too big on faith
With the sun hanging low you pushed the hammer down
And you crossed yourself in case.
The border’s a mile away. Down Freedom Road.
The Border’s a mile away. Down Freedom Road.
Down Freedom Road.
Down Freedom Road.
You topped the rise doing ninety five
You saw the Rio Grande below
But somewhere in between there were some cops looking mean
And the shotguns weren’t for show
It was a pork convention they were holding down there
They were holding it for you
But you’d gone too far to go back behind bars
So you did what you had to do.
The border’s a mile away. Down Freedom Road.
The Border’s a mile away. Down Freedom Road.
One step forward, no steps back
Got to keep on going down the track
Cops on your back, don’t think just act
You’ve gotta keep on movin’ and that’s a fact
Can’t do the time but you’ve done the crime
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2. |
Last Days
06:16
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LAST DAYS
That night could you feel it in the Glenrowen Hotel
As if death was hanging in the air
Hint of premonition, the weight of vision, curse of dreams
If you felt it did you even care
They were making you a hero for which the troopers wouldn’t stand
Especially with the blood of one of them on their hands
These are our last days. There ain’t no-one here goes home.
Did you ever feel you bit off more than you could chew
Did you think you’d finally get your share
Landowners make the rules as any fool can tell
Troopers in their pockets everywhere
You tore up all the mortgages they held over the poor
What was the point of all that blood and thunder?
What was the price of all those vows?
If pride and fame are stars you must live under
What do these words mean to you now?
How long could you keep it up, this string of victories
As your enemies all gathered round
They had the money, the law, the government
All primed to put you in the ground
Jury found you guilty and the judges gavel fell
You said such is life and I’ll see you in hell.
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3. |
Bad Animals
04:00
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BAD ANIMALS
Cut me some slack Mac, that is so whack
You doing crack, Jack? You’ll get a heart attack.
Bad animals, bad animals.
Who needs you?
It was all hearts and flowers, ‘til death do we part
Love lasts forever, at least from the start
And so I believed all the things that you said
If love was a lie at least it was lying in bed
The seasons changed quickly, the hammer fell
A season in eaven. A season in hell
It’s not you, it’s me – the truest words that you said
At least you could blame Mummy and Daddy instead
Sure as shit pleasure is gonna end up in pain
Use until empty then throw down the drain
But it’s time you got off of that psychiatry couch
And deal with that stuff that you’re talking about
La La Love You. La La Lie.
What a joke to make fools cry
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THE END OF THE WESTERN WORLD
The markets are collapsing and governments all fall
The banks are going under, there’s no-one left to call
It won’t be long before they’re putting backs against the wall
You cannot lock the door now because the horse has jumped the stall
It’s the end of the Western World
Did you think it would last forever when all dreams come to an end
A reed yields to the wind but there’s just so far it bends
Did you ever have your values or ideals you would defend?
Or was it all just interest on the money that you lend
Now the blood runs in the street and piles of bodies grow
When you shouted revolution, how were you to know?
You wanted change, you wanted rage. You thought you’d strike a blow
And now, for all your good intent, horror is what you show
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5. |
Intelligent Design
04:54
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INTELLIGENT DESIGN
I can’t see the picture
The painting’s hung askew,
I can’t see the sense in it
It’s time a change came through
There must be some disturbance
In the Earth’s magnetic field
Or I’ve been slipped a tab or two
Because the world seems so unreal
Where’s the intelligence
Behind this design
I want a revelation
But I don’t see any sign
Where’s the Intelligence
Behind this design
I want a revolution
I want a change of mind
Where is the moral compass
Where is the guiding light
Where’s the value system
Where’s the wrong and right
Where is the tomorrow
Is that too much to ask
Why’s it so hard to find love
Is that too big a task
I’m asking God to sort this out
I’m saying he should shine a light
They say that he had made this world
At least he should do it right
But I guess I have my doubts
I think it can’t be real
Coz a God who brings forth pain
Can’t be too big a deal
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6. |
Crazy World
06:08
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CRAZY WORLD
It’s not me. It’s you. You crazy World. I am leaving you behind.
I want a D I V O R C from reality.
Let’s have some applause for the sanity clause
I have bolted all my doors.
I’ve tossed you out and thrown away the keys
If the poor were getting richer and the richer getting poor
It wouldn’t be immoral, it would be against the law
The big one’s coming down and it’s mutually assured
And all them crazy people beating plough shears into swords
And you ask right to my face what’s wrong with me
But I’m the sanest person that you’re ever likely to see.
There are those who have a problem if you’re black, yellow or white
While it seems too many people are gonna miss a meal tonight
They turn to God and Jesus, ask them what’s wrong and right
When the simple truth is out there and it’s hidden in plain sight
Why are the police always picking on me?
I’m only out here trying to make some money
I sell a little blow and I sell a little crack
It ain’t really fair to bust me just for doing that
It’s against the constitution. It’s against the bill of rights.
Don’t hassle me, I’m innocent. I’ll burn your house tonight.
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7. |
Long live the new flesh
04:04
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LONG LIVE THE NEW FLESH
It’s hard to face the day
Can only pray there’ll be some better way
Don’t tell me what is best
The flesh is death
Long live new flesh
Cathode ray technology rains down upon my brain
Is it real or memory or are these things the same?
I tell you that my second life will be so much better than my first
I want a life behind the screen, reality is worse
It’s bread and water in my room. The walls are closing in
I flick the switch upon the screen and let the games begin
Now I’m a God, a warrior, a poet and a saint
Behind the screen I’m everything that I really ain’t
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8. |
Smash your TV
02:22
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SMASH YOUR TV
They slap bars upon your window on the world
So you salute when the flag is unfurled
Masses opiated by the cathode ray
There just ain’t no freedom today
Unless you Smash your TV, Smash your TV,
Smash your TV, Smash your TV
Smash your TV, Smash your TV,
Smash your TV, Smash your TV
Ignore the content, admire the style
False faced celebrities smile
You don’t have a life so you just borrow theirs
Talking heads with dead eyed stares
Smash your TV, Smash your TV,
Smash your TV, Smash your TV,
Smash your TV, Smash your TV,
Smash your TV, Smash your TV
An ad they screen nightly to help you believe
A lie often told to deceive
They’ll sell you a war like a fruit plucked and ripe
Don’t believe it, it’s nothing but hype.
Smash your TV, Smash your TV,
Smash your TV, Smash your TV,
Smash your TV, Smash your TV,
Smash your TV, Smash your TV
Smash your TV, Smash your TV,
Smash your TV, Smash your TV,
Smash your TV, Smash your TV,
Smash your TV, Smash your TV
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9. |
Tomorrow
04:08
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TOMORROW
Seconds passing, they tick away, nothing lasts just drifts away
Treasured moments will never last and every pleasure seems from the past
So move on to the future and don’t stand still
Don’t die for a living. There’s always someone else who will
Day to night and back to day, the waves run to the shore
But even rocks will change their face to what has gone before
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10. |
Graverobber
08:02
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GRAVEROBBER
This is a story. A very special story. About hiding in doorways. And riding on the subway. And all the things you’ve got to say. And a wheeler deals to pay your way . And all the funny games you got to play. As you stick your soul into an old ashtray.
Like a grave robber, baby. With the radio on. And all morality gone. And you all sing along.
This is a story about shivering in the alley. In the shadow of the valley. Of all the deaths you got to carry. Coz now you’re hanging out with Harry. And all the Toms and Dicks you got to marry. For a day or two too many. So you can make a pretty penny.
This ain’t the kind of story that you learnt to write in high school. It ain’t got no meaning to it. Except you really shouldn’t ought to do it. And it ain’t got no happy ending. It’s got no end that needs amending. In the end there is one ending. And every story runs towards it.
Characters ain’t motivated. Except to get obliterated. To where the pills and powders lead us. So we can lay beside still waters. So lead me not into temptation. Just deliver me to evil. Coz I’ve seen and felt the glory. So you can listen to my story.
So Lisa says you gotta try it. You don’t even have to buy it. It’s better than any diet. And it keeps the baby quiet. And Candy says. Candy says. Candy says. Candy says. It’s easy. It’s easy. Like taking Candy from her baby.
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11. |
I'll be your mirror
02:00
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