Verse: Gm7 C7 Gm7 // C7 Gm7 C7 Gm7 Chorus: D7 C7 another unarmed black man lying dead in the sun another flag-hag pigskin patriot walks fast past the homeless veteran what the hell do you stand for? what the hell will you fall for? what the fuck are you waiting for? does a cat got your tongue? another ar15 minutes another thought, another prayer another nra-hole politician too tightly tucked into bed to care another brown child in a cage while an orange man turns tricks you turn a blind eye to grabbing pussy do you like to watch him suck dictatorships?
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i’ve been reading all the signs on the wall i’ve been staring at the stars in the sky i’ve been wondering if this road leads anywhere at all if it ended in demise, i would not be surprised but that doesn’t mean i’m not willing to fight i’m calling all the strength in me i need to survive there’s a fire in me i just need to ignite i’ve been fumbling in the dark, looking for a spark of light it’s in the sunrise, It’s in the sunset it’s in the thrill of the unknown every heartache, every mistake it’s in our blood, it’s in our bones every sand of desert, every strand of hair the magic’s there hanging in the balance of the valleys and peaks if you listen, magic speaks Oya, Oya, the magic’s in me Oya, Oya, the magic’s in me Oya, Oya, the magic’s in me Oya, Oya you’ve been telling me bout star-crossed love you’ve been selling me on shakespeare i've been wondering if love alone will ever be enough cause i know there’s so much more at stake here but that doesn’t mean i’m not willing to try i’m calling on the strength in me just to look in those eyes there’s a fire in me, i just need to ignite i had such a heavy heart, i’m trying to do my part to make it light don't you see, don't you see, don't you see i've had enough of you i've had enough of you i sure wish your mouth came with some glue cause i've had enough of you it's not what you say but the way that you state it it's not what you serve up but the way that you plate it i'm already fed up 'fore i see the menu yes i've had enough of you you're like a book i can't read you're like a book i can't read the day i put you down was the day i was freed yeah you're like a book i can't read each word so much worse than the last i curse every page and skim past all this stuff, it's just fluff, a marshmallow stampede yeah you're like a book i can't read i concur with your scorn for my cynical ways it's a lazy and boring disguise but the soapbox you stand on takes up too much space and it's taking a toll on the roll on my eyes when that idiot wind starts to blow when that idiot wind starts to blow i always take it as my cue to go when that idiot wind starts to blow i don't like to watch when the emperor streaks or the way that the breath of a bragging man reeks i'm covering my eyes i'm plugging my nose when that idiot wind starts to blow yeah, i always take it as my cue to go when that idiot wind starts to blow i clicked the link that said add one to the basket i didn’t think i’d be this young shopping for a casket the whole thing was pink with pretty little flowers to match it we watched it sink deep down in the grave that we paid for to stash it in a way, the day she died, i did a little too i’d have to say it was the day pink turned blue when she was alive i’d get lost on a dime, broke down like a car i tried to drive away so many times but never got too far now i believe she’s giving me signs, i see ‘em in the stars even though grief made me blind now i see her fine, she’s on my radar in a way, she gave me the map, the key, and the gasoline i’d have to say she’s paving the way for red to turn green she is dried out like the desert she is famished, all but vanished by design and her hide out is her cactus heart her own hand grenade, a barricade of spines the sands of time repeating she’s seen suffering before her future takes a beating for some man, some god, some war she is minding her own business steadfastly building castles of sand when she is blinded by a raging son who demolishes and calls it all his land those poor holy rolling soldiers’ plights they can’t live without their virgins and whores to lift their strengths and spirits to fight for some man, some god, some war we are sucking out the venom of poisonous scorpions and snakes we are bucking this ecosystem til our mother’s deserts are our daughter’s lakes oh, wondrous, thunderous women together too loud to ignore no more curtsies at the mercy of some man, some God, some war
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Chorus: A E A E // B7 A E a little knievel, a little james dean a little of your mama, a little mr. clean a little love and laughter and kindness too that’s what i think a lot about when i think of you charismatic conor kent ever since the accident i've been wondering why you came and went so quickly sometimes this world just don’t make sense it gives and takes without consent you were heaven-sent and i’m hell-bent on keeping you with me my wrinkles they were worth it every last one my dare-devil guardian angel son a little country, a little hang ten a little let loose, a little hardworking a little adventure, a little smile too that’s what i think a lot about when i think of you Verse: E G#m F#m B Chorus: E G#m A B // Cm B A Am i don’t want to pay a publicist to like me i don’t want to ask a journalist to write nice things about me i don’t want to beg my friends to come to my next show i don’t want to paste my stupid face on stupid clothes i just want to write a song that saves the world or pays my rent when chasing your dreams turns to chasing your tail you start asking yourself where the hell all the time went i don’t want to shake a hand and fake my admiration i don’t want to stoke or fan the flames of my frustration i don’t want to envy when my friends enjoy successes or provide for free bits of me just to see who it impresses i don’t want to be negative i’ll quit my bellyaching i don’t want to second guess my purpose or decision making i don’t want the past or future to chase me up a tree if i stay here in this moment, maybe my dreams might chase me i get to the point i'm sharp to the touch sometimes i'm out for blood it doesn't take much you're shockingly strong not as soft as you seem sometimes you are afraid but babe you can get through anything we are tied together sister we were born and bred and this time we will keep what we reap when we sow they don't know about this needle and thread i struggled alone got lost in the stack returned to my home i learned to attack you suffered enough all tangled and spun we will not be caught stark naked when the winter comes
there's a pillow i keep punching
i always take you lying down there's a pill so hard to swallow i have to hide it in my mouth i'm sinking down the valley, can't find the surface i'm fighting the finale, like a novice novelist i'm pacing like Penelope, hope for my homecoming kiss course there's nothing worse than hoping at a lonesome time like this there's a hole where i keep whispering i always wonder if you hear there's a hopeless place where i know best but dear i don't dare to go near i'm counting up the memories and the sacrifices i'll spend them on you honey i don't care what the price is i'm testing several theories hoping to prove the same thesis but there's nothing worse than hoping at a lonesome time like this worry my mind, furrow my brow sweetheart i'm sweating bullets sweating you out how can i let you go when i still hope that hope exists i know there's nothing worse than hoping at a lonesome time like this still i just sit here hoping at a lonesome time like this
face to the furnace, tears up in flames
i was the fodder, were you not entertained? you heard it cracking, did you laugh at that sound? fire is fuel when you're the hound i've taken orders and i've contravened i've saved the day, and i’ve fled the scene i could care less about castles and crowns power is pointless when you're the hound just allow me to touch upon the fact my knee was never bent i used to have a nose for blood but now it's gone i must have lost that scent it's a wonder i've seen love at all it must have been by accident i've taken prisoners and i've been behind bars i figure salvation is not without scars face to the furnace, nose to the ground fire is freedom when you're the hound |
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