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The Stranger
03:10
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Mighty Medusa, petrifies me, terrifies me
Immobilize aggression with your beauty deep within
Market chains of exploitation, isolate us. Vindicate us,
free me from my own cold blooded sins
Am I stupid, young and crazy, backstabbed from the start
Loyalty's been branded in my blood
I'm just outside the camera lens, waiting for the chance
To fix up our wretched, broken love
You were so strange then
You're a stranger now!
I was the devil and you were mighty Lucifer
Isn't it strange how our lives changed in an instant
Love is the opium, everything falls out as we both call out
Lost in the pleasure of distraction
Am I stupid, young and crazy, it's ending in failure, revolt
If I'm so lucky I hope that I just die alone
Everything's given once and for all, no history to blame
The cylinder rolls but it's always been set in stone
You were so strange then
You're a stranger now!
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We Are The Dirt
02:58
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I have a friend he's always banging his head
Up against the wall
Till the blood and the sweat come pouring out, crimson red
Just like his love
For all the proletariats
His pain is all self inflicted, it's only a symptom
Of solidarity
A martyr for martyrs, the salt of the earth
"if the rich are the worms, then we are the dirt"
surrounding, multiplying every day
where has our hope
it's just like the rain
washing in every couple of weeks
I'm dreaming of storms,
of the next long goodbye,
to the trash and the scum.
For all the conflicts we've won
For the next shopping spree
For every dirty impulse left in me
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I Ain't The One, Babe
02:41
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I've been smoking menthol cigarettes
Drag em right down to my fingertips
I can almost taste your skin upon my lips
I wanna drive on towards the setting sun
No matter what state I'm in
And I still won't feel like I belong
Your love's a mortgage bill that won't get paid
The wrong house in a police raid
I am so afraid of you
With my shades down low, I escape the light
The darkness reminds me of your eyes
They're absent, as deep and black as mine
You're the only one that I'll let swim inside me
The only working light post on my empty street
My internal combustion, my soft machine
Your love's a mortgage bill that won't get paid
The wrong house in a police raid
I am so afraid of you
Don't go trading love for your desire
Don't get reeled in by a lost transfusion
I am not the one
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I ain't never had nothing on my mind, no how
She's been howling out at me all night, in town, in town
When the bombs get dropped to kill my friends
I'll be riding high with you until the end
All my brown skin boys rejoice when we reach our deaths
I'm smiling as the flames rip open our empty skies
No longer will the glassy haze cover my eyes, my eyes
As the spectacle of our last few days
Ends in a heavy mist of shrapnel blades
Hold my hand as the last Palistinians alive
No more Darkness, no more sun
No more anger, no more love
No sadness to fill the void
End tonight with this last Palistinian boy
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Gentrify My Heart
03:01
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Gentrify my heart, Rip out these dreams
Replace em up with everything you think you need
Give me compassion, no more depression
Trick the whole wide world to think there's something good inside of me
Displace the locals, criminalize the poor
If you can't afford a house don't even try to stay here no more
These unfounded feelings that I can't explain
They're huddled in an empty house with a length of wood across the window pane
Evict everything that keeps me humble
Throw em right out into the street
I'm sure you'll see the value
Of the better person that's in me
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