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Cute Little Gravedigger
03:33
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CUTE LITTLE GRAVEDIGGER
when my midnight's white as sugar
and my hands cramp crooked
who's gonna answer my bell
when this corpse chick gives me head
then kicks me out of bed
who's gonna answer my bell
I never heard the trumpet blast
til I was six feet deep here in hell
I need myself a cute little gravedigger baby
are you gonna answer my bell
I need myself a cute little gravedigger baby
I can't dig it up by myself
when my door hinge is rusted with blood
and my basement floods
who's gonna answer my bell
when the police burn down
my corner of town
who's gonna answer my bell
I never heard the trumpet blast
til I was six feet deep here in hell
I need myself a cute little gravedigger baby
are you gonna answer my bell
I need myself a cute little gravedigger baby
I can't dig it up by myself
when my rock n roll band falls down onstage
into excuses for an early grave
let's dig it up
when my songbird is severed
by a shotgun shell
who's gonna answer my bell
when my clock strikes never
and censors my last will
who's gonna answer my bell
I never heard the trumpet blast
til I was six feet deep here in hell
I need myself a cute little gravedigger baby
are you gonna answer my bell
I need myself a cute little gravedigger baby
I can't dig it up by myself
let's dig it up yeah
let's dig it up
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Watching the War on TV
03:44
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WATCHING THE WAR ON TV
well, I watch the war on TV
every night before I sleep
with my gun beneath my pillow
and no soul left for the Lord to keep
hey now history's an etch-a-sketch
facts and figures are dominoes
I'll carve my statue of the truth
I'll take a few of you with me when I go
(chorus)
I'm a killing machine
I'm a United States Marine
I'm hot oil and gasoline
I ain't crazy but Jesus fucks me
and my body begins to shine
he appears in my room every night
and gives it to me from behind
if you don't believe here's a soiled condom
it's still blazing with his radiance
he treats me like a whore leaves me covered in blood and shit
but I'll take it where I get it
(chorus)
you discharged me you called me a fruit
you're the ones who dressed me up so cute
but Jesus told me you ain't bulletproof
I watch the war on TV
they've even got a sexy theme song
they've got clever eye candy graphics
and Bobby ain't coming home
he took RPGs west of Baghdad
hey he was just doing his job
I'm sick he had to shed his skin
for such a greedy corporate mob
(chorus)
you discharged me you called me a fruit
you're the ones who taught me how to shoot
but Jesus told me you ain't bulletproof
I watch the war on TV
hallelujah it's a grim little sitcom
we're bombing the shit out of them sand niggers
and Bobby ain't coming home
Bobby ain't coming home
Bobby ain't coming home
Bobby ain't coming home
Bobby ain't coming home
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ANOTHER LOST SON OF GYPSY ROSE LEE
we were reading tea leaves and smoking grass
watching pieces of ourselves melt into the past
we kept stripping and singing, hoping the money'd roll in
and I guess I'd do it all again
hey we hit that chitlin circuit
wore it out for fifteen years
didn't earn much but some rocks in our pockets
and a ringing in our ears
(chorus)
I'm just another lost son of Gypsy Rose Lee
I'm naked but I'm not on my knees
I heard something higher than I really had a right to know
but just watch how low I'll go
to shake down the show
watch how low I'll go
to shake down the show
anytime
I see you see past my dark eyes
see what I remember what I realize
we kept stripping and singing, hoping the money'd roll in
the loudest band there's ever been
hey we hit that chitlin circuit
wore it out for fifteen years
didn't earn much but some dead blue kisses
and a ringing in our ears
(chorus)
and when that curtain starts to fall
that's when we do the backstage crawl
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4. |
Checkout Time
04:50
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CHECKOUT TIME
the front desk I gave 'em my new name
my old name don't seem real to me
anyway it's all a game
just like the President on TV
I've checked into a hundred hotel rooms
tonight I have the honeymoon suite
a big Jacuzzi and a balcony with a view
a heart shaped bed with blood red sheets
(chorus)
and He chose me
I don't know why
He chose this for me
He chose me
I don't know why
He chose this for me
called me out by my new name
checkout time, alright
and no one's gonna come knocking
no one knows it's me in here
except the housekeeper when I buzz her
she'll bring fresh towels and a case of beer
so I'll suck down my ritual supper
then I'll shower my itchy skin
then I'll phone my fortune teller
find out if the fix is in
(chorus)
so I'll polish up my rifle
bless each bullet with a kiss
stare for hours out the window
waiting for someone I can't miss
I am the hand of retribution
I am the cobra coiled to strike
a-waiting til I get my signal
I wonder if tonight's the night
(chorus)
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THE BLUE SKIES ABOVE AMERICA
well, I woke up in the back seat
of a dark green Buick peeling out again
well, I woke up in the back seat
the story was just about to begin
the driver was a girl from my home town
had them stars and stripes sewn on her jeans
the driver was a girl from my home town
she was my only family
we were looking for Las Vegas
we were going to make that diamond shine
we were looking for Las Vegas
you betcha I was going to make her mine
the blue skies above America
are filling up with the Devil's crows
in the blue skies above America
I can't see her anymore
hey man I can't see at all
I went back to sleep and in my dreams
she woke up and flew away
I went back to sleep and in my dreams
we had nothing left to say
now she's picking bones in Baghdad
she's a-feasting on that rotten fruit
now she's picking bones in Baghdad
telling lies about her twisted roots
she's running drugs and slaves to pay her tab
for that crude oil hypo in her vein
she's running drugs and slaves to pay her tab
she's going bankrupt all the same
the blue skies above America
are filling up with the Devil's crows
in the blue skies above America
I can't see her anymore
hey man and everything's for sale
well, I woke up in the back seat
of a dark green Buick headed west
yes I woke up in the back seat
the traveling is what I love the best
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6. |
The Blues in Heaven
03:26
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THE BLUES IN HEAVEN
nobody gets the blues in heaven
but baby I did with you
nobody goes broke rolling sevens
but baby we broke it in two
and you were so beautiful last night
beautiful ready to drive
this morning I'm waking up half bright
half sorry we said goodbye
nobody gets the blues in heaven
but baby I heard you sing
I never slowed down with the engine revvin'
there's a first time for everything
and you were so beautiful last night
calling me down to your bed
this morning I'm waking up half bright
half sorry I came home instead
(chorus)
and nobody gets the blues in heaven
unless they mess around with angels like you
nobody gets the blues in heaven
but baby I'm falling down
and nobody loses faith by listening
but baby you sure told me how
and you were so beautiful last night
beautiful ready to drive
this morning I'm waking up half bright
half sorry I'm still alive
(chorus)
unless they mess around with angels like you
unless they're falling down with angels like you
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THE BALLAD OF RUSTY BRIGHT
three buckets of gasoline
and one pack of matches that's all I'll need
but I'll take my AK just to be sure
I'll go down and show it to the whole school board
when they meet up tonight
man I'm gonna shine a light
yeah my name is Rusty Bright
but no one around here calls it right
they all call me Rusty Dim
they think that's real cute
I think that's a sin
that's right
man I'm gonna shine a light
(chorus)
twenty years I cleaned up your mess
you ragged sinners my God won't never bless
I'd rather die or rot in jail
than do one more day with your mop and pail
let's clean it up tonight
with three buckets of gasoline
with three buckets of gasoline
with three buckets of gasoline
just three
did you ever feel so ashamed
did the other kids call you names
when you were just a boy in school
but now you've grown up and you're gonna show 'em who's who
that's right
man you're gonna shine a light
them sons of bitches like to push me around
where I push a mop in that middle school downtown
they call me Rusty Dim they think they're cute
I think it's time to burn and shoot
tonight that's right
man I'm gonna shine a light
(chorus)
let's clean it up
three buckets of gasoline
I'm gonna get my face on TV
there ain't no lower place to fall
than mopping out your wicked bathroom stalls
that's right
man I'm gonna shine a light
(chorus)
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OLD MUSICIAN RANTING VOODOO FROM HIS DEATHBED
I'm a wrecked rusty heap
I'm fading graffiti
on an alley wall somewhere
in some dreamscape city
like New Orleans or Rome
maybe down in Atlantis or up on Mars
I'm stuck here in my bed
but I'm sailing past the stars
maybe you're one of my children
or you're a thief in my house
either way you'll inherit
life's roadmaps I found
when I was much younger
and full of the fire like you
but I learned my history
I paid respects where they were due
(chorus)
and I'm leaving my stink I'm leaving my stain
maybe you'll remember my name
I'm leaving my stink I'm leaving my stain
maybe you'll remember my name
and I studied the dead men
who passed out here before
who wrote poems about pawn shops
and bellydancing suicide whores
and black plagues and black grace
and strychnine holy wine
and the parties we attend
acting like everything's fine
but I'm sure not pretending
I was righteous or wise
I drove down the dead ends
I listened to the lies
and I broke honest hearts
and I wasted precious time
and I never tamed my body
disobeying my mind
(chorus)
(bridge 1)
now I'm an old man
all ugly and spent
and I'm trying to tell you
don't go where I went
so many roads to freedom
some late and some soon
don't waste your time lusting
for September in June
well I worked in my garden
my seeds and my songs
and I learned the hard way
don't stick around too long
and I learned from drug dealers
and I learned from petty thieves
nothing takes root here
leave when it's time to leave
and now you're staring at nothing
but my face in your glass
and you're not even aware
of the years as they pass
but you're more and more tired
every breath that you take
but you paint your sleeping face
til it looks so wide awake
(chorus)
(bridge 2)
but I wish you all the best
as insulting as I am
but I've seen so many dreamers
wake up later damned
and your pride and ambition
they look silly from here
where these love songs at last
are helping me disappear
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9. |
Last Night Out
04:35
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LAST NIGHT OUT
there's a girl on that barstool
crying into her phone
telling someone, "please, I fucked up,
baby come and take me home"
and don't I remember how she feels
and don't I remember why
I remember the night I broke her heart
and felt my well run dry
(chorus)
that first night I came downtown
I got painted like a clown
my friends and I got drunk and loud
we lasted years I don't know how
til there's nothing left to celebrate now
and this is my last night out
this is my last night out, hey
this is my last night out
and there's a beggar in that doorway
and he's giving me the eye
holding out his shaky hand
asking for an alibi
and I tell him I've got no faith for him
and I tell him I've got no change
and I feel just the way he looks
and I feel so ashamed
(chorus)
so I'm heading back up to the hills all alone
locking my door, disconnecting my phone
sobering up and loading my shotgun
you better stay off of my lawn
now the President's on my TV screen
stumbling through some scripted lie
some say he's a serial killer
some say he deserves to die
the American Century is over
stick a fork in the 4th of July
the future ain't nothing but fire and fuel
and now our well's run dry
(chorus)
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