BirchwoodWON'T YOU SPEAK WHAT'S ON YOUR MIND
I MAY BE DEAF BUT I AIN'T BLIND
MISERY COMES RIGHT ON TIME
WHILE YOU STAND AT THE STATION
THE FLESH HANGS LOOSELY FROM YOUR WORDS
THEY BEG FOR CHANGE OUT ON THE CURB
WITH BOTH HANDS OUT THEY HAVE THE NERVE
CrownDown, down, in the flood
Blood in my eye/ mouth full of mud
River gon' rise/ city gon' rust
Not much left but we know what was
Round, round, spin me round
On the rooftop looking down
Angel on my wing, devil on my crown
Which one gon' hit the ground?
Don't Bring the Devil OutEverybody’s clingin’ to the upside/ can’t they see its upside down?
Better buckle up/ we're in for a rough ride now
Cruising through dark rain/ sharp pain lives in our veins
Is that the Holy light or headlights in our lane?
Settle down/ deep breath- pull yourself together now
Don’t swerve/ don’t blink- don’t bring the devil out
Duct tape covers up the rear view mirror
When the stuck brake grinds, I hear you clearer
God's JewelryPull the stones out your pockets/ slide your money ‘cross the table
What you doing dancing with cement shoes/ you’re bound to lose
Found a fuse so I lit it/ then I hid it- then I wondered what didded
What have I committed/ feeling parasitic
Bear witness of a perfect crime/ criminal the prime time
I’m blind, blind side/ my, my, the time flies
Wise eyes would never look twice into the paradise
You did it once it spared your life/ don’t try again, it’s theirs tonight
Heat Of The NightIn the heat of the night grown men flee to the light
Sundial runs wild six degrees of its life
Let’s agree that I’m right-wrong turns came with believin’ the hype
Breathe in the spite-we are not welcome to the evening tonight
A season of flight proceeded sparrows in the park
Survival’s narrow as the art of placing arrows in the heart
Scarecrow needs a spark so you can watch him burn for miles
Sick Days Are Upon Us[Verse 1: Nomi]
Layers of scalp under manicured nails
And a matador stands in his death ballet
Cellos bellow like workers on break
Once devout to the catchers of prey
Seasons a day, hunters with tools
King of king need to hire a fool
To laugh and smile and wipe his drool
The Spider's EyesThe devil's in the details, why ain't ya lookin'?
I said the devil's in the details, why ain't ya lookin'? Yeah
The devil's in the details, why ain't ya lookin'? Why ain't ya lookin
[Verse 1]
When all of your summer days pack up and run away
From the same underage stain of the younger days
No more cryin' 'cause the tumblin' thunder came
The Wine ThiefWho is this wine thief and where did they come from?
I said, who is this wine thief and where did they come from?
[Verse 1]
Ayo, someone around here is gonna get hung
I'm looking for the one with the purple tongue, it ain't fine
Last night I went and bought a brand new box
And they didn't have the decency to save me a drop, it's a crime
Walk On WaterReverend revivalists
pull them out of mishaps
as long as the (rider?) fits you're sure to hear the whip crack
thank the lepers with colonial feathers