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Some glad morning when this life is o'er
I'll fly away
To a home on God's celestial shore
I'll fly away
I'll fly away, oh Glory
I'll fly away (in the morning)
When I die, Hallelujah, by and by,
I'll fly away
Brother afar from the Savior today
Risking your soul for the things that decay
Oh if today God should call you away
What would you give in exchange for your soul
What would you give what would you give
What would you give in exchange for your soul
Oh if today God should call you away
What would you give in exchange for your soul
Mercy is calling won't you take heed
Must the dear Savior still tenderly plead
This night your soul it is precious indeed
What would you give in exchange for your soul
What would you give what would you give
What would you give in exchange for your soul
Oh if today God should call you away
What would you give in exchange for your soul
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The Vodka Is Strong
02:11
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Let me bring the car around
I’ll take you for a ride
maybe this time I won’t leave us
stranded on the side
The vodka is strong but
the meat has gone rotten
or have I forgotten
how it’s done?
Let me take you out tonight
put on your dancing shoes
I’ll be there with two left feet
and nothing left to lose
The vodka is strong but
the meat has gone rotten
or have I forgotten
how it’s done?
Though I’m in desperate need
bad blood won’t let me bleed
I’m hoping one day you succeed
Let me have some time alone
before you think to ask
if it’s ‘cos of you or me
I’m not up to the task
The vodka is strong but
the meat has gone rotten
or have I forgotten
how it’s done?
Though I’m in desperate need
bad blood won’t let me bleed
I’m hoping one day you succeed
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Lunch Money
03:43
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I'm the cool kid at the back of the bus
better sit up front, you don't look like us
your body is small, your face looks funny
you better fork over your lunch money
use humor for humiliation
spread rumors for retaliation
you're all alone, there's no salvation
give it without hesitation
lunch money
I'm the cool kid smoking in the park
you'll get the works if you ever narc
keep the money coming, but keep it hush hush
or you will be crushed in front of your crush
use humor for humiliation
spread rumors for retaliation
you're all alone, there's no salvation
give it without hesitation
lunch money
might makes right and weakness wrong
nature justifies the strong
come and feel my switchblade knife
choose your money or your life
there's a new kid at the back of the bus
he's built to the hilt and he's six foot plus
my stomach rumbles and this ain't funny
he will take my pride and my lunch money
use humor for humiliation
spread rumors for retaliation
you're all alone, there's no salvation
give it without hesitation
lunch money
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Creeps Need Loving Too
02:33
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his musk is much too strong
he flunks the sniff test
his hugs last way too long
he's staring at her breasts
he flies his freak flag high
his red flags make him blue
don't be an east block judge
'cause creeps need loving too
he's walking at the mall
moms keep kids within reach
he leaves the bathroom stall
dads give "the stranger speech"
he flies his freak flag high
his red flags make him blue
don't be an east block judge
'cause creeps need loving too
he lingers at the club
he lurks at the cafe
he loiters at the pub
he's humming Gotye
he flies his freak flag high
his red flags make him blue
don't be an east block judge
'cause creeps need loving too
creeps like me and you
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5. |
Caught at the Crossroads
02:18
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take me high, lay me low
I'll be lost if you go
when I'm caught at the crossroads with you
pull you out, take you in
heads I lose, tails you win
when I'm caught at the crossroads with you
sat here for the most of the day
and the most I could say wasn't much
came back after leaving your scene
just for one little lean on your crutch
your crutch, your crutch
I could leave when I please
if not for my disease
when I'm caught at the crossroads with you
and I'll be here until
I can find me the will
when I'm caught at the crossroads with you
sat here for the most of the day
and the most I could say wasn't much
came back after leaving your scene
just for one little lean on your crutch
your crutch, your crutch
take me high, lay me low
I'll be lost if you go
when I'm caught at the crossroads with you
when I'm caught at the crossroads with you
when I'm caught at the crossroads with you
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Black Widow
03:45
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you have a knack for wearing black
and it seems to match the color of your eyes
but it's your skin that works its sin
on a couple hundred thousand other guys
black widow, I won't jump into your web
black widow, you won't see me cry
black widow, find yourself another fool
who's desperate enough to die
you catch a glance, accept the dance
and recite the invocations of your spell
they've got no fight, you scratch and bite
until they are nothing but an empty shell
black widow, I won't jump into your web
black widow, you won't see me cry
black widow, find yourself another fool
who's desperate enough to die
you have a knack for wearing black
and it seems to match the color of your heart
but keep in mind, one day you'll find
a black widower who'll tear your soul apart
black widow, I won't jump into your web
black widow, you won't see me cry
black widow, find yourself another fool
who's desperate enough to die
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Fragile As a Brick
03:00
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Deeds are done and lessons learned
The wheat is saved the tares are burned
They know every law and they can quote you every verse
But the god of thou shalt not is only real when they curse
Sting me with your healing salt
Remind me that it’s all my fault
Can’t tell a hero from a heretic
The world’s made of glass and I’m as fragile as a brick
We’ll reap his wheat, he’ll eat the bread
Serfs serve their lord until he’s dead
It’s time to rise from slave to master
For our futures fading faster
Come join the new world disorder
Anarchy which knows no border
Can’t tell a guru from a lunatic
The world’s made of glass and I’m as fragile as a brick
Love and joy bludgeoned and bleeding
Faith and reason are receding
I’ve been cast out of the fold
Hold me ‘til my blood runs cold
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8. |
Naked in Bohemia
02:46
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last week's love's already faded
been there, done that
don't tell me that I'm just jaded
been there, done that
and if I ask you to the dance
well you'd better take a chance
give my soul a kiss
and I could be content with this
I really don't care that I'm going nowhere
'cos I'm naked in Bohemia
art makes me whole, the orgasm of the soul
and I'm naked in Bohemia
watch the human flesh paraded
been there, done that
I don't get dumped, I just get traded
been there, done that
and if the prudes call me a slut
I'll wink and say so what
when all is said and done
at least I've had my fun
I really don't care that I'm going nowhere
'cos I'm naked in Bohemia
art makes me whole, the orgasm of the soul
and I'm naked in Bohemia
I will rape your virgin soul
and I will steal your breath
why make love to three piece suits
when you could sleep with death
I'm so brooding, I'm so dark
been there, done that
make Hitchcock look like Hallmark
been there, done that
and I'll always be a creep
to the stupid flock of sheep
and all their common sense
is just collective ignorance
I really don't care that I'm going nowhere
'cos I'm naked in Bohemia
art makes me whole, the orgasm of the soul
and I'm naked in Bohemia
so ditch your superego
and live for your libido
naked in Bohemia
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Running from the Sun
02:11
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you won’t find your pleasure
wincing at the slightest sign of pain
you won’t see your treasure
peering through sunglasses in the rain
you’re running from the sun
and missing all the fun
you won’t fix your wagon
leaving it to dry rot in its place
you won’t slay the dragon
petrified to look it in its face
you’re running from the sun
and missing all the fun
the road is long, the pavement’s rough
but those who are of stronger stuff
let no one know they’ve had enough
they go to sleep but never rest
knowing the journey is a test
that fails all but the very best
you won’t be a dancer
wasting time by holding up the wall
you won’t find the answer
making like there’s no question at all
you’re running from the sun
and missing all the fun
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Psychopathic Waiters
02:38
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you were just another donkey kicking to a broken beat
so you bought some credibility from someone on the street
but it only took a moment for your cover to be blown
there were psychopathic waiters all up in your telephone
you were well known as a user who was using people up
and your distillation process put their essence in your cup
but the bitter dregs of poison were entirely your own
there were psychopathic waiters all up in your telephone
you're eager to displease
with fire or deep freeze
and turn your friends to enemies
you're so talented at arson, turning bridges into ash
and your traveling companions always end up in the trash
but with every new adventure you're a little more alone
there were psychopathic waiters all up in your telephone
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500 Miles
03:31
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If you missed the train I'm on
You will know that I am gone
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles
A hundred miles, a hundred miles
A hundred miles, a hundred miles
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles
Not a shirt on my back
Not a penny to my name
And the land that I once loved is not my own
Lord I'm one, Lord I'm two,
Lord I'm three, Lord I'm four
Lord I'm five hundred miles away from home
If this train's running right
I'll be home tomorrow night
Lord I'm five hundred miles away from home
Away from home, away from home
Away from home, away from home
Lord I'm five hundred miles away from home
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Dystopian Daydream
03:37
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Mommy’s come undone, I’m a Tommy Gun
I’m cutting myself just to feel blood run
I’m my Daddy’s bane, got an “Addies” brain
with neurons firing like a bullet train
Now that the proles are obsolete
Watch them starve while they pave the street
Kid’s storm-trooping in black and white
Brave new world for the ultra-bright
I wage my jihad ‘gainst a godless God
The I Ching of fate shuffles my iPod
Flames of fear are fanned, books are burned or banned
to the great machine, I’m a grain of sand
Now that the proles are obsolete
Watch them starve while they pave the street
Kid’s storm-trooping in black and white
Brave new world for the ultra-bright
It’s too late for revolution, their power is unmatched
It’s too late for revolution, the dragon’s egg has hatched
I’m taught to the test, I’m blasphemed and blessed
I’m climbing K2 on a vision quest
I’m no pauper’s pawn, not my parent’s spawn
I’m a prophet stoned as their war drones on
Now that the proles are obsolete
Watch them starve while they pave the street
Kid’s storm-trooping in black and white
Brave new world for the ultra-bright
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13. |
Watered Down Men
03:02
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Jan split the scene when she turned seventeen
Her dad was a wretch and her mom was just mean
Moved in with someone that she’d met at school
Three times the wretch and three times as cruel
She had no lovers, just nightly guests
All the townspeople said she’s a hot mess
Drinking straight whiskey with watered down men
She’ll let them let her down once again
A bureaucrat in a white cowboy hat
Promised her this and he promised her that
But she could not see the ghost of his ring
To her it was love to him just a fling
She had no lovers, just nightly guests
All the townspeople said she’s a hot mess
Drinking straight whiskey with watered down men
She’ll let them let her down once again
A lethal force hero to whom she was wed
Promised her safety and a soft warm bed
They’d yell at each other ‘til they were horse
Six months of fighting, they got a divorce
She had no lovers, just nightly guests
All the townspeople said she’s a hot mess
Drinking straight whiskey with watered down men
She’ll let them let her down once again
Used by the cursed and judged by the blessed
Kite in a tempest. But soon she would rest
She couldn’t handle what the good lord gave
No one brought flowers to her unmarked grave
She had no lovers, just nightly guests
All the townspeople said she’s a hot mess
Drinking straight whiskey with watered down men
She’ll let them let her down once again
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Fellow Travelers
03:45
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fellow travelers traveling
saw their lives unraveling
teenage angst in middle age
from the comfort of a cage
much to everyone’s chagrin
they no longer tried to win
double dealt and double dipped
they just threw away the script
travel to the ends, my dear friends
fellow travelers tend to stay
selfish with their DNA
toying with another three
paths to immortality
mind the generation gap
there’s too many in that trap
there’s no need to pass the torch
they’ve still got the fire to scorch
travel to the ends, my dear friends
fellow travelers traveling on
though that old ambition’s gone
getting back to all the true
reasons for the things they do
they don’t care if they’re ignored
when the work is the reward
they just took the things they feel
scaled them down and made them real
travel to the ends, my dear friends
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some of us survived
some of us were told we couldn't stay
some made out alright
but they're the ones who would've anyway
the madness cut through the crowd
while leaving some of us sane
the voices got very loud
the implications were plain
dissent just wasn't allowed
and all solutions were vague
in the year of the plague
some rejected truth
for daring not to tally with their lie
some of us just laughed
to think we'd looked the devil in the eye
the madness cut through the crowd
while leaving some of us sane
the voices got very loud
the implications were plain
dissent just wasn't allowed
and all solutions were vague
in the year of the plague
bring out your dead, somebody said
the unafflicted ones have fled
some of us survived
but then again, somebody always does
someone has to write
a true account of how it really was
the madness cut through the crowd
while leaving some of us sane
the voices got very loud
the implications were plain
dissent just wasn't allowed
and all solutions were vague
in the year of the plague
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Rubberstamp Records is a DIY indie record label based in the Saint Louis, MO area and helmed by local music scene veteran Brian Andrew Marek.
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