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Shoot the Messenger
03:47
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Begin at the end
You’re already in the fire
Shake like a reed in the wind
As I taught ya, taught ya, torture
Inside the city night
You cut your teeth on neon streets and wine, alright
As I try my best to fight it
White lightning strikes behind me
And you’re dancing in the middle
Like Nero on his fiddle
Take your aim, fire away
Shoot the messenger
Lose time, and find it
Use mine, I said wrest it from my bones
Take your aim, fire away
Shoot the messenger
Take your aim, fire away
You’ll be better for the worse
American fools on the sidewalk
Fake a funny laugh
And do it again
As I taught ya, taught ya, torture
Follow the rules with polite talk
And burn the kettle ‘til its black and jaded
As I try my best to fight that
White lightning strikes the life raft
And you’re dancing in the middle
Like Nero on his fiddle
Take your aim, fire away
Shoot the messenger
Lose time, and find it
Use mine, I said wrest it from my bones
Take your aim, fire away
Shoot the messenger
Take your aim, fire away
You’ll be better for the worse
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2. |
Orpheus (Let It Burn)
05:21
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Philistines in the cut
The second time the lights erupted
I was young and living it up on a spire
A punch in the gut
Use it as fuel, get your lyre
And fire it up
Blistered heels walk me in
Eleventh hour, size it up, yeah
And jump in the deep end
My lover resides on a tightrope
Guarded by pigs
Enter the fray with a blindfold
And do it again
Turn a blind eye to the blue blood trip
In the underworld light, let me sanctify it
Here today, gone tomorrow
Here today, gone tomorrow
Here today (x4)
And I walk a blind path on the blue blood turf
Let it burn, let it burn, let it burn as I march in
I said turn a blind eye to the ruthless, let ‘em dissolve in the dirt
Let ‘em burn, let ‘em burn, let ‘em burn as I march in
Raze Elysium with a spark
Eventually the spine’s corrupted by a shot in the dark
And liberty spins in a cyclone that never hits Oz
Deliver the news with a smile
And do it again
Turn a blind eye to the blue blood trip
In the underworld light, let me sanctify it
Here today, gone tomorrow
Here today, gone tomorrow
Here today (x4)
And I walk a blind path on the blue blood turf
Let it burn, let it burn, let it burn as I march in
I said turn a blind eye to the ruthless, let ‘em dissolve in the dirt
Let ‘em burn, let ‘em burn, let ‘em burn as I march in
Lay your gloves down
Forsake your loves now
Lay your gloves down
Forsake your
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Over/Under
04:59
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There’s something down in the well
You go and look yourself, oh my
And you’re standing on the cliff edge
Don’t forget it
Take five, and do it on her dime
Memory goes in the long run
Chemistry flies in the night
The darker the rind, the sweeter
The more that she lies, believe her
Ethically, I’m overrated
Ethnically, I’m
A new set of skin, a fever
A place you ain’t been, a creature
Technically I’m understated
Ethically, I’m overrated
There’s something up on the roof
You go and let it loose, oh my
You’re standing on the seabed
Don’t forget it
Take three, and let her make believe
You’re wearing your heart on a t-shirt
It’s bleeding onto the sleeve
The darker the rind, the sweeter
The more that she lies, believe her
Ethically, I’m overrated
Ethnically, I’m
A new set of skin, a fever
A place you ain’t been, a creature
Technically I’m understated
Ethically, I’m overrated
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4. |
Narcisse
03:49
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Bite your thumb and burn your lungs for favors
I don’t write my songs for you
You did it again, you went and offended the mailman
He don’t light his bong for you
Turn to stone and clutch your trophy
By the lakeside dines a wake of vultures who
Say the chess game’s all the less when
You’re the only who’s living in your spaceship honey
It’s true
Fake your fun and save your crumbs for later
I don’t write my wrongs for you
You did it again, you went and amended your statement
But your sullied tongue is cutting up the room, I said
Turn to stone and clutch your trophy
By the lakeside dines a wake of vultures who
Say the chess game’s all the less when
You’re the only who’s living in your spaceship honey
It’s true
Living in your spaceship honey, I know
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