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Worn Out Pop
04:30
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You come apart,
Thread by thread
Your pretty face falls
Like a mask
Don't try to smile
You'll start to break
Just mutter prayers
And down your flask
You're nothing like
Those old brochures
There's nothing left
For us to want to taste
The golden lights
Of your past self
Now hateful jokes
For all the rest
You sang the
Sugar-iest songs
That tamed your foes
Into dream-long rests
Then sprang your
Tentacle-esque tongue
And shamed us with your
Freedom tests
You showed us how
To be ourselves
And how to love
And who to fight
You caught us all
Off guard and hell,
You made us think
You might be right
(Somehow)
(Somewhere)
(Somehow)
(Somewhere)
Worn out
Try again you're worn out
Try again you're worn out
Try again you're
I’m wearing me out to the ball, I’m about to perform,
Perfuming my brain, it’s applied like a balm,
So I can make some sense of myself when I’m talking to y’all,
And ticky-tocky goes the bomb, with tiki torches that they bought at the mall
They politicking round the clock,
How you still sounding shocked and awed
That now a brawl has evolved,
Irrelevant as a Volvo, you’re not involved,
Regimented like a revolver, your problems solved
The insolvent throng the streets, chewing on mystery meat,
Cheap booze out of our pores leaks,
The poor eke out of living, the scores geek out, they livid
Admit it, picture is vivid, they taking sips out their liver,
Seeking out all the messiahs ‘cause now they gotta deliver
Daytona racing for rations, they told us we are the reason
The weather changes but never ever the season,
These leaders be so deceitful, kinda like expiration date seafood,
They see to it that you’re see-through, muthafuckas DUI of power we brewed,
Hopping on grass like I’m a Sifu, read through the terms of the lease, you
Eating pieces of Jesus, it pleases Uncle Sam your eyes
Is shut wide, clutching his pride like he a samurai,
Sing a hymn and I am beating on me like a Gemini,
Ain’t no Malachi on this orb of mine, no divine,
Yes, the revolution will be televised,
You’ll see it live
And every last one of the just will now be vilified
Worn out
Try again you're worn out
Try again you're worn out
Try again you're
Come apart
Thread by thread
Lay down your rifles
Shut deep your copper eyes
Your magic's gone
Your lies are done
Try fooling me now
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Borderlines
03:22
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Tell me, babe
What d'ya call our luxe asylum?
Hell's just an aside between the Stoli shots
Buy, buy a pile of whiles
Sigh
Like you'll be my friend for the countdown
Like you need a friend for the countdown
Say you won't be mine...
Just borderline
(Uuu–aaah!)
Watch me rapturing sooner than you prayed for
(Uuu–aaah)
Watch me rapturing faster than you paid for
(I wanna be there!)
One more time to behave like friends
One more round for the table
I could cull you from the rest
But I don't think I want to
Sell me, babe
Bring down burning hail
But spare your Casper bed
Say you won't be mine...
Just borderline
(Uuu–aaah)
Watch me rapturing sooner than you prayed for
(Uuu–aaah)
Watch me rapturing faster than you paid for
Oh babe put down your glass of golden wine
You don't want to stain your clean, white soul, do you
Babe take your time unboxing this pretty shining heart
Old one's out of stock
(Uuu–aaah)
Watch me rapturing sooner than you prayed for
(Uuu–aaah)
Watch me rapturing faster than you paid for
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It's warm and we're shaking, a sough through the bed
Daylight is breaking, the city is red
There's peace on the land and everything's right
Our haters are vanquished – there's no one to fight
Somewhere, there's someone who sleeps well tonight
The hours are staring, he holds his girl tight
Saying, "babe, it's a killer, it's music and strife
It's war, love and murder, it's the time of your life
And are we any match?"
It's Sunday, it's heaven, this smell don't belong
Like phantoms, the hours are counting along
Because there's peace on the land and everything's right
Our killers are vanquished – there's none left but life
And are we any match?
Tick, tick, tick
(Playing your part till the end)
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