1. |
Survival
01:06
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2. |
Should Be
02:21
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3. |
Misery Feels Like Home
02:26
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Another song about the same old thing
life's unfair, heartbreak stings.
Misery feels like home.
Money buys justice, weak men die.
The system's broken, we all know why.
Misery feels like home.
Cling to your dreams
like you deserve them.
You don't realize there is no purpose.
I know how to make the pain stop.
I've done it a thousand times.
I just go back to the drugs
to lose or to save my mind.
It hasn't killed me yet,
always helps me to forget.
Gives me comfort when I'm alone,
makes misery feel like home.
Welcome home, motherfucker.
No one cares when a bad man dies
Few show for the funeral, even fewer cry.
The infamous live forever.
We're fucked in the head.
We love a living legend,
but we prefer our heroes dead.
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4. |
Three Parts Sad
02:09
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So many years spent
dwelling in the darkness.
I sought it out cause
happiness is weakness.
I only feel free when I am alone.
My only goal is no contact with anyone.
Maybe I'm the man
I was always meant to be,
or maybe I'm blind to my own insanity.
I don't believe in fate.
I don't believe in luck.
Sometimes it works out,
sometimes you get fucked.
I only feel free when I am alone.
My only goal is no contact with anyone.
Maybe I'm the man
I was always meant to be,
or maybe I'm blind to my own insanity.
Maybe I'm the man you told me I would be
Or maybe I'm what the world really needs.
I never asked for your pity or sympathy.
I'm just telling stories
about the world I fucking see.
It's not really black and white
or even good or bad.
It all blends together:
one part happy,
and three parts sad.
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5. |
Seventeen
02:19
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I was seventeen in 1983.
Dropped out of school
and joined the infantry.
In jungles and bars
I learned to be a man.
1980's Panama was a wild lawless land.
Fucked a lot of hookers,
I drank to crush the fear.
Riots, combat zones...
how I spent my senior year.
Had a lot of late nights of excess and sin
Lot of bloody fist fights
felt like home, I fit in.
Violence seemed pervasive,
it always fucking worked.
When it starts to go bad
you might as well be first.
Fucked a lot of hookers,
I drank to crush the fear.
Riots, combat zones...
how I spent my senior year.
In the end all I have are dusty memories,
almost like a dream filled with insanity.
Violence seemed pervasive,
it always fucking worked.
When it starts to go bad
you might as well be first.
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6. |
Looking For An Enemy
02:41
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7. |
Addicted To Suffering
02:37
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8. |
Too Many Dead Friends
02:01
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9. |
Bits
02:21
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10. |
Mind Of The Page
01:18
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11. |
Broken Hearts
01:44
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12. |
Feels So Wrong
02:41
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13. |
Relapse
01:47
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14. |
Rakkasans (1/187th)
03:25
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15. |
Tied Down
01:36
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