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Cowpunks From Hell
02:41
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I sold my sold my soul yesterday for 26 dollars and some change
But I don't think that I was headed to heaven anyways
As long as I can find money for booze, I'll continue duct taping these holes in my shoes
I guess I have got my priorities confused
They all say that I'm hopeless but I'm pretty hopeful for a pessimist
Because the sun's always gotta rise again, unless tomorrow is the day that the world ends
We sacrificed a goat tonight trying to summon the anti-christ
The evil incarnate appeared with his crack pipe
He smoked twenty 20 rocks with me
I never knew the devil was so friendly
I guess he just got a bum rap from history
But ya know it happens to the best of us
Ya wear out yer welcome and ya run out of luck
Lately I feel that mine's been wearing thin
But I won't let it get under my skin (never again!)
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Anarchists At Heart
04:20
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Love yer neighbors as yerself
One day you'll need their help
When ya can't trust no one else
Cause have we seen anything they've done that has paid off in the long run?
It's always one step forward, two steps back, blindly marching down the same path
Their so-called progress is a state fueled by prisons, greed, theft, and hate
Well, do ya think that John Wilkes Booth is turning over in his grave?
I'm sure he fucking is
We can build a better tomorrow if we boycott these bastards today
Smaller government's a step, but true autonomy is the only way
They like to throw around the word democracy, but when have they ever listened to you or me?
It's time we get our hands dirty because their system simply ain't working
We already know what we need to do, so let's put these bodies to good use
We're already a step ahead of the game, soon they'll see our point of view
Just remember the responsibility of the commonwealth is ours
As is these cities, rivers, forests, the mountains, and the stay
D.C. politicians been sleeping with Wall Street bankers
They're funding the New World Order with your tax dollars
But I know that this ain't the end
Because I know we're better off without them
So raise yer fist or get the fuck out of the way
It's time we seperate ourselves from the state
Don't contribute to their pockets or the politiklll machine
And before ya know, it'll crumble 'round their feet
This land belongs to us and it's time we take it back
So start a garden, gather arms, and pick up the slack
Hone in on yer enemy and protect yer neighborhood
These weary legs will take us further than any election ever could
And they know it's true although it scares 'em half to death
'Cause if we realize our strength it renders them useless
There's a fire inside of you and it's just waiting for the spark
But it's already burning wild in every single anarchist's heart
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Jailhouse Burritos
03:52
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Circumstances have changed but I'm still the same gutter motherfucker that ya knew three years ago
Got released at dawn and was gone before they had the chance to second guess if their decision was wrong
Well, don't think that I've forgot about this dirty blood we share
We're twin sons from seperate mothers and we'll raise the devil tonight I swear
We'll raise the devil tonight
If freedom's an illusion, let's murder that magician and start sawing away at this ball and chain with a deadly precision
Let's ride our bikes to Florida like we planned so long ago, instead of hanging 'round and throwing rocks, waiting to get stoned
Today is the day that our luck is finally gonna change
Don't ya see the sun is on our side and we can shower when it rains
Until then we'll say
Fuck the past, fuck the police
Fuck everyone who wants to see us fail so miserably
Real family's more than blood and some of them ain't been around
So fuck them, fuck all of you, and fuck the MDOC too
I've been lying awake every night for far too long
Making plans in my head for when I'm finally gone
I'll be goddamned if I let anyone hold me back
They ain't got the option, I won't give 'em the chance
You ain't wrote in I dunno how long, but it's okay 'cause there ain't no way that I could write you off
As for everyone else it's easy to say goodbye, sure we've had some good times, but were they really friends of mine
It's a bummer when ya realize how things operate
At least I've got a couple friends who'll stand by my side
We're pushing forward each and every day as we say
Fuck the past, fuck the police
Fuck everyone who wants to see us fail so miserably
Real family's more than blood and some of them ain't been around
So fuck them, fuck all of you and fuck the world too
I've been lying awake every night for far too long
Making plans in my head for when I'm finally gone
We'll all be goddamned if we let anything hold us back
Life may have ripped us off, but we'll have the last laugh
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Hold Tight Kiddo
02:33
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I got lost on an island when I was just a kid
I found a cave and that's where I made my bed
I grew lonely more and more every night
By the time I found you, I'd learned how to hold tight
I blew up the house last night while you were gone
I was busy building a bomb and something went wrong
I know that this has happened now two years in a row
But you'll have to forgive me and just hold tight kiddo
October 31st, 2004, we had this bright idea that we'd rob the liquor store
So I grabbed a few forties and ran for the exit
Of course I tripped and cut my hands all to shit
A cop was walking in just as I was getting up
At first I thought it was a costume until he placed me in handcuffs
So I called ya from the jail as I stared out that window
Ya said, I ain't got the bail so just hold tight kiddo
Do you remember when we'd tried to hop that train?
Down at Old Town Depot in the pounding rain?
We had our knapsacks but no clothes packed
Just some sandwiches, whiskey, and a treasure map
You went first and as ya tried to hop aboard
Ya slipped, it cut both legs off, and the blood began to pour
So I wrapped yer mangled limbs in a shirt I'd ripped in two
Picked ya up into my arms and ran for the emergency room
And I said hold tight, hold tight kiddo
It'll all be over before ya know
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Poutine's For Drunkards
03:13
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Kicked down the door because them cops were trying to kill me
Blacked out on drugs, on the run, approaching two weeks
Opiates, Dex, and Amphetamines
All the while drowning myself in cheap whiskey
We're grimy fucks and we'll die to get drunk
We only live by one law and that's fuck shit up
Vacationing in jail, that's where we're gonna be
'Cause the only thing we're scared of is being clean
Poutine's for drunkards and we are them sonsa bitches
Who stole yer cop cars and crashed them into ditches
We're starting fires every chance we get
To light our way through these blackouts we're in
Hands passing round 5 O'Clock, it's barely seven a.m.
More bottles than arms once the liquor store opens
Grinding teeth, all that speed has kept us up
And now Jehova's witnesses are staring at us
So pour a glass for the lawn gnome we stole from down the street
'Cause the cops are gonna take him when they raid us next week
But they won't find the guns and they won't find the money
Matt crashed that stolen moped on his way out to the party
Chorus
We go for broke 'cause it's all that we know
We may be scum but we take care of our own
We'll all die, let's go of our own accord
And when I die I hope a round's being poured
Chorus
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