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Fungus Shui
08:35
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Don’t forget to Breathe
Don’t forget to Breathe
Don’t forget to Breathe
Don’t forget to Breathe
I grabbed your feet as you fell up off the ground
I heard you scream when you couldn’t make a sound
There were know words when the plants began to sing
Now you know… you don’t know anything
I see the door I’m knockin' to come in
Way up here… the air is kinda thin
I’m back to join you… I knew it ain’t for good
Until I drink from another cup of wood
It feels so right when it feels like nothings left
Time to leave I know it’s for the best
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2. |
Woke Up Dead
03:27
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I didn’t wake up this mornin'
I can’t feel my legs
Everybody feels like I do
On the day after the last day of their life
I got the feelin' I ain’t dreamin'
I’m home and I ain’t comin' back
My head is stuck up on this pillow
Don’t think I’m gettin outta bed
Everybody sleeps like I do
On the day after the last day of their life
I turned and tossed till I got lost
I’m gone and I ain’t comin' back
I’m gone and I ain’t comin' back
I think my eyes might still be open
I sure as hell don’t see know light
Everybody feels like I do
On the day after the last day of their life
I got the feelin' I ain’t dreamin'
I’m gone and I ain’t comin' back
I’m gone and I ain’t comin' back
I’m gone and I ain’t comin' back
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You look funny when you cry
Ugly when you’re mean
You got demons in your eyes
Burnin' holes in me
If ya ain’t got time for lovin'
Ain’t got time for me
Forty dollars Forty dollars
Was your last request
For that devil in the vile
Or that Sunday dress
For that devil in the vile
Or that Sunday dress
I hear the words your sayin'
But I don’t believe
There’s a picture that you’re painting
I don’t like what I see
Yeah that picture that you’re painting
That’s what’s bothering me
You look funny when you cry
Ugly when you’re mean
You got demons in your eyes
Burnin holes in me
If ya ain’t got time for lovin'
Ain’t got time for me
Yeah that’s right
Shhhhhh….
I like it when you’re quiet
I like it when you sleep
You don’t talk much when you’re eatin'
But sometimes your neckhole leaks
Why can’t you just be quiet
Or at least be sweet
You look funny when you cry
Ugly when you’re mean
You got demons in your eyes
Burnin holes in me
If ya ain’t got time for lovin'
Ain’t got time for me
Well you never talked to Sally
You never spoke to Dick
Then some monkey still your habit
That you couldn’t never quit
Now that monkey’s got your habit
And you’re both dope sick
Dope sick baby, Woooo
You look funny when you cry
You look funny when you cry
You look funny when you cry
Ugly when you’re mean
If ya ain’t got time for lovin'
Ain’t got time for me
If ya ain’t got time for lovin'
Ain’t got time for me
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Shovel
03:27
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I’m the man with the shovel
He’s the man with the gun
I been out diggin' ditches
Out in the noon day Texas sun
I’m the man with the tote sack
He’s the man with the gun
I been out jumpin' fences
Lookin backwards while I run
I leave these dark days behind me
I’ll have my day in the sun
Don’t need no one to remind me
My day will come
My day will come
Awww someday I’m gonna wake up
I’ll be that man with the gun
Awww look out now all you bitches
Awww look out my kingdom come
I leave these dark days behind me
I’ll have my day in the sun
Don’t need no one to remind me
My day will come
My day will
I leave these dark days behind me
I’ll have my day in the sun
Don’t need no one to remind me
My day will come
My day will come
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5. |
Pussyfoot Down
02:06
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When this world got me
Wound up tight
Gonna treat myself
Gonna do it right
That’s when I let go
Movin' out real slow
Make my dreams all come true
Just one thing that’s on my mind
Pussyfoot down one step at a time
Feelin' righteous maybe I might just
Pussyfoot down to you
Pussyfoot down to you
Pussyfoot down to you
Pussyfoot down to you
Pussyfoot down to you
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6. |
Gittin It
02:55
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Wake up
Drink your coffee get your boots on
An empty baggie makes the day long
Much longer then it needs to be
Go on
Gotta keep your body movin'
Keep your mind in what you’re doin
Until the hand clock sets you free
Oooh yeah
I’m gittin it
Oooh yeah
Yeah I’m gittin it
Oooh yeah
I’m gittin it hand
That’s what they call me when the sun’s up
Til I step outta the work truck
And all the tools are put to sleep
Go home
Drink my whiskey get my grub on
You know tomorrow’s gonna be long
Much longer then it needs to be
Oooh yeah
I’m gittin it
Oooh yeah
Yeah I’m gittin it
Ooh yeah
C’mon hand
Payday
Don’t come as often as it oughta
Seems like I’m barely treadin' water
Can’t believe that’s all I’m worth
Hold on
Don’t mean to be complainin'
But I was only here explainin'
What a good hand knows from birth
Oooh yeah
I’m gittin it
Oooh yeah
Yeah I’m gittin it
Oooh yeah
Oooh yeah
I’m gittin it
Oooh yeah
Yeah I’m gittin it
Oooh yeah
Keep gittin it hand
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7. |
Short Straw
05:09
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When your cup overfloweth
To the top of your shoes
See that face in the mirror
Says I got nothin' for you
So impressed like the rest
You obsess like you do
Turned around upside down
Can’t see your way thru
Well your ship finally sailed in
Crushing the dock
And your treasure starts sinkin
Just like your socks
But all you can salvage
Is this hand me down clock
Well the big hand looks ill
And the little ones stopped
You was the last thing that you ever saw
You was the last thing that you ever saw
You picked long straw but it’s all the same
You picked the short straw
You knew the game
You was the last thing that you ever saw
You was the last thing that you ever saw
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8. |
Slow Crawl
02:37
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It’s a slow crawl back to your open arms
My knees are all bloody
And it’s loosin' its charm
Losing its charm
It’s been three years since I been away
I treasured each moment
Of each passing day that went by
I think you know why
I been here before
I know how this ends
Again and again and
Again and again and again
It’s a slow crawl back to your open arms
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