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The halls are empty, dead, and eerie.
We gotta get out.
The elevator is barely breathing.
We gotta get out.
At night it comes alive.
The floor is shaking. The walls are screaming.
We gotta get out.
The fire is hiding. The ice is falling.
We gotta get out.
It feels I'm always stuck in South Bend.
It feels I'm always stuck on the 13th floor.
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Spotlights
03:26
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It used to be calm in this part of town.
Then came the bright lights when you come around.
You can have it all. Leave me alone.
I don't want no part of it at all.
It used to be quiet. It used to be quaint.
You signed on the red line and you sold it away.
When the spotlights shine on this part of town,
I'll be in the shadows doing fine.
The rest of us here, we don't beg and plead.
We grind out our living and we don't make a scene.
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Downtown
02:37
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I don't really wanna go to work.
I don't care about it all that much.
I can't take getting on that bus.
I don't want no boardroom jocks
I don't need no warehouse loft.
I can't take the segway cops.
I don't wanna go downtown.
Take away the hunger pains.
I don't want no crying shames.
End every rain delay.
I wanna grind every war plane down.
Protest abortion protest crowds.
Devour every sacred cow.
I've got gas in the bottle.
Got a rag and a lighter.
Now I wanna go.
We're gonna party.
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Dying to Fly
03:56
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Calm down my darling. Now's not the time.
Just cause you flap your wings don't mean you're meant to fly.
Come on down and sit here with me.
I don't want to explain this to your family.
We don't dare and we don't try.
If you never leap you never learn how to fly.
All you see is glory that never fades.
All I see is broken limbs and your bloody face.
Come on down. I'm begging please.
I don't want to explain this to no EMT.
I know you're dying to fly.
Think of all the questions that you could spare
Your friends and family before you careen down the stairs.
I know you're dying to feel alive
Who am I to clip your wings and tell you not to fly?
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I've got the whole world in my fingers
I'll never be bored again
I'll never have to wait for nothing
No more wondering
I've got the whole world in my fingers
I'll never be bored again.
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6. |
Tidal Wave
02:31
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Tidal Wave
Rollin' in gonna rip right through this town
Gonna change everything I know
But I don't wanna lose my gun
God help me, save me from the roar
Help everyone
I can swim, but I just can't let go.
Tidal wave
Gonna strip the dirt right from this town
Gonna clean everything I know
But I don't wanna lose my gun
God help me, save me from the roar.
Help everyone.
I could swim, but I just can't let go.
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Staring at the Sun
02:44
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We're holding our hats just waiting for the crash.
Biting at our nails when you're not around.
You've been staring at the sun and won't turn around.
Got a shovel and bucket. I hope we don't need it
to pick up the pieces.
Biting off our tongues when you come around.
You've been staring at the sun and won't turn around.
We're anxiously waiting.
We're breathlessly waiting.
We're hopelessly hoping
To extinguish the flames,
Your true colors fade,
And you come around.
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8. |
A Regular Ole Vanzetti
03:26
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When your days get darker and your sun won't shine any longer
You gotta go
You just can't stay home, but your friends won't pick up the telephone
You gotta go and
Blame it on the drugs
Blame it on your job
Blame it on the gods
Blame it on the cops
Blame it on your Pops
Blame it on the law
You're lacking romance and they always pass on your advancin'
You gotta go
It just takes a little money. When it don't come very easy
You gotta go
It's not your fault life's never easy
You're always holding the shortest straw
Your Vanzetti, Mother Teresa, you're Joan of Ark
You're destined for the pinnacle
When you're stuck smack dab in the middle
You gotta go
If you see me crying loud, you let me know.
When shit don't quite shake out, I don't want to go and
Blame it on the drugs
Blame it on your job
Blame it on the gods
Blame it on the cops
Blame it on your Pops
Blame it on the law.
It's not your fault life's never easy
You're always holding the shortest straw.
Always the victim
Ever the martyr.
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Tight Whips (formerly Apocalypse Meow) Minneapolis, Minnesota
We used to be called Apocalypse Meow, but we called it quits. We tried to do something else, but just ended up back together, slightly rearranged.
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