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Old Graves
02:42
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I had a dream the other night
The house cats will turn on this town
They’ll eat your eyes while you are sleeping
And your dog will hold you down
I fear the raccoons are plotting
They’re coming down from the trees
They’ll eat the hoes and the hobos first
But they’re coming for you and me
The uprising will come from the trashcan
The rats will join with the crows
Get drunk on junkie piss
Squeezed from a dead man’s clothes
They’ll play guitars and banjos
Sing the yellowest of blues
While under bushes the rabbits watch us
And sharpen their teeth with rusty screws
I doubt anyone will notice it happen
No one will be aware
Until cougars come down from the mountains
Riding on the backs of bears
Tear the asphalt from the roads
Stick your children in a zoo
Turn city hall into a brothel
And your wives into prostitutes
Had a dream the end is coming
They’ll herd us into caves
Seal us in with mouldy bones
Dogs dug up from old graves
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2. |
Reaper Man
02:59
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The end is nigh, the end is nigh
You don’t have to wonder why
It’s not hard to read the signs
Written in neon lines
“Hair And Nails”, “Fortunes Told”
“All Nude Girls”, “Cash For Gold”
The prophecy lights up the sky
For all to see—
The End Is Nigh
The end is nigh, the end is nigh
You’re bored of the reasons why
It’s what’cha done, it’s where you been
Gotta make you some newer sins
So listen up, drop the beat
Clap your hands, stomp your feet
You can sing, you can cry
But in the morning—
The End Is Nigh
The end is nigh, the end is nigh
I know the how, I know the why
It ain’t about what’cha done
To the Lord’s only son
He had his day, he had his fun
Played kissing tag and Judas won
The seven sins, they ain’t the why
But they’re the how—
The End Is Nigh
The end is nigh, the end is nigh
Wait until my friends arrive
Grab a seat, don’t be shy
Come on and meet the other guys
Well, here is Famine and this War
And Pestilence is at the door
The four of us, we gotta fly
Somewhere to be—
The End Is Nigh
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3. |
A Message For You
03:07
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I got a message for you
I’m not sure if you’ll hear
I don’t know what it means
But it’s perfectly clear
I’ll write it down in a letter
Leave it on your machine
Send you a smoke signal
I hope you know what it means
I got a message for you
It was there when I woke
There’s only one word
Must be some kind of joke
No one’s heard it before
It’s never been on TV
It’s not on the radio
Or in the magazines
I got a message for you
I don’t know what it’s for
I got it from this guy
He said it was yours
I gave to a woman
I thought she might care
But she pointed at you
And said, “This message is theirs”
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4. |
Mary Says
03:06
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Mary says,“Everyone knows
Their ain’t no god, the baby is Joe’s
They’re trying to trick you into playing nice
Scare you with Hell and the wages of vice
So that you dance like someone is watching
Like someone is watching.”
Mary says,“I been used for too long
I’ve heard your prayers, you’ve got it all wrong
There’s no one upstairs pulling the strings
At least no one who cares, not that I’ve seen
You may as well sing like no one is listening
Because no one is listening.”
Mary says, “That dear son of mine
Never walked on water, or turned it to wine
He never rose from the dead, never healed the weak
He had no kingdom to leave to the meek
To those who dance like no one is watching
Like no one is watching.”
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5. |
Satan, Hear My Song
02:35
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You can have silver and gold
You can have fame
You can have anything you want
You just gotta say his name
Satan, please hear my prayer
You can have my life
You can have my weary soul
If you end this strife
Trying to get to heaven
Is taking me too long
I don’t think i can make it
Oh Satan, hear my song
This world ain’t no promised land
It’s in a sorry state
They say the meek will inherit
But it ain’t worth the wait
Children die for coltan
So our phones can show us porn
When I see the tar sands
I wish I wasn’t born
We built a new Sodom and put it online
We’re rivaling Babel one condo at a time
We’re stealing from our future
Blind to the theft
When the meek inherit
There won’t be a damn thing left
Satan, please hear my prayer
You can have my life
You can have my weary soul
If you end this strife
Trying to get to heaven
Is taking me too long
I don’t think i can make it
Oh Satan, hear my song
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6. |
Drinking With Jesus
07:27
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You don’t know me and that’s just as well
I’m just a guy with a story to tell
I don’t mean to brag, I don’t mean to boast
But I’m close friends with the holy ghost
As long as I drink his wine coloured blood
Satan can’t drag me down into the mud
I do what I want
I do what I pleases
You can’t touch me
I’m drinking with Jesus
When I was young I never cried
Even when my parents died
They told me it was suicide
In their bed with cyanide
I knew better but I didn’t say:
I had made it look that way
I do what I want
I do what I pleases
You can’t touch me
I’m drinking with Jesus
At supper Papa would say grace
Then while Mama cleared the plates
He’d drink the devil into his face
Then he’d put me in my place
He’d say, “I do what I want
I do what I pleases
You can’t touch me,
I’m drinking with Jesus”
But I never was deceived
Or thankful for what I received
He’d go to church the next day
Walk in damned and walk out saved
Confess his sins and drink the blood
Never get dragged down in the mud
He’d say, “I do what I want
I do what I pleases
You can’t touch me,
I’m drinking with Jesus”
The day I put my parents underground
Hell released its rabid hounds
My father’s priest took me in
And my true education did begin
New tribulations and brand new sins
He left them dripping off my chin
He said, “I do what I want
I do what I pleases
You can’t touch me
I’m drinking with Jesus”
At least that’s what I heard he’d said
I was long gone when they found him dead
I’ve been on the run ever since that day
Always some reason that I can’t stay
Always somebody in the trunk
Of my rusty piece of junk
This girl I killed was just a stray
She said I was a lousy lay
I do what I want
I do what I pleases
You can’t touch me
I’m drinking with Jesus
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7. |
Black Sun Rising
02:27
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Black sun rising in the summer sky
I had a dream we’re all gonna die
I had a dream we all lay dead
Placed end to end and head to head
Black sun rising in the summer morn
Mother dies when the child gets born
Child grows up to be a man
Sows his seed and rapes the land
Black sun rising in the summer sky
I had a dream we’re all gonna die
Black sun shining on the factory floor
Make another one ‘cause we all want more
Shoes and cars and phones and porn
Money gets made, it don’t get born
Black sun rising in the summer sky
Had me a dream we’re all gonna die
Had me a dream we all lay dead
Placed end to end and head to head
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8. |
Resurrection Day
03:53
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It was Easter Monday and the tomb was occupied
Jesus was laying thereon his side
I said, “Get up! It’s your resurrection day.”
He said, “Not if i have anything to say
You’ll find yourself a saviour just two doors down
Take these wounds and give her this crown.”
I said, “Hey Jesus don’t be this way
We bought everything you had to say
About the Kingdom and how you’d get us in
By kissing it better and assuaging our sins.”
He said with a curious look in his eyes,
“I’d love to wear your guilt but it don’t come in my size.”
I said, “What’cha gonna do Jesus?
Where you gonna go?”
He shrugged and said, “When I get there I’ll know
Gonna walk amongst the rich and the poor
Sleep with the nuns and pray to the whores
Gonna see the city and the wild country side.”
Then he stood at the crossroads and thumbed for a ride
He said, “There’s a highway a-heading
Anywhere you wanna go
There’s a jet plane a-leaving if the train moves too slow
With all these highways, planes, trains and cars
Why is it that you’re still at where you are?”
I said, “I’ve done my travelling,
I don’t wanna do no more
Just wanna lay down
along the deep green shore.”
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9. |
Deeper Down
02:39
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Everyone’s born with a brand new tongue
Baby cries with brand new lungs
But there ain’t no blues that ain’t been sung
It’s the same twelve notes for the old and young
Sharpen your axe and your shovel blade
Hone the edge of your pick and spade
There ain’t no tool that can break new ground
But you can always dig a little deeper down
There ain’t no jokes that ain’t been told
When a soul gets born it’s already been sold
There ain’t no prayer that ain’t been prayed
All the plots been hatched, all the plans been made
So stick your hands deep in the dirt
Until your nails split and your fingers hurt
There ain’t no tool that can break new ground
But you can always dig a little deeper down
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10. |
God Culture
02:22
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Let me tell you a story, two thousand years old
Maybe you’ve heard it, it’s already been told
About a teenage girl and a man she was taught to obey
About what happened next
You know she didn’t have a say
He planted his seed deep within her soil
She knew she’d been deceived
She felt she’d been despoiled
So he sent his bro to trick her
And she was beguiled
Even told people of the honour
To carry her attacker’s child
Too young to consent
Unable to escape
Don’t call it immaculate conception
Your God committed rape
Now everyone’s confused about
What’s happened to our culture
Based upon a religion that worships
Predators and vultures
If God made us in his image, if he did it right
Some virgin’s getting raped each and every night
But no one wants to face
What goes on behind closed doors
So they says, “Boys will be boys
and virgins will be drunken whores”
Oh, spin your twisted logic
But you cannot escape
This culture only exists
Because your God committed rape
Too young to consent
Unable to escape
Don’t call it immaculate conception
Your God committed rape
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11. |
Singing The Blues
02:22
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Since people been singing
People been singing the blues
Since people been singing
People been singing the blues
Some of them win
But most of them lose
Since people been singing
Brothers been singing the blues
Since people been singing
Sisters been singing the blues
They’d rather be happy
But they don’t get to choose
Like the farmer who loses all his crops
Or the young man gunned down by the cops
Since people been singing
Mothers been singing the blues
Since people been singing
Fathers been singing the blues
They’d rather be happy
But they don’t get to choose
‘Cause sometimes they win
But mostly they lose
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I’ve heard they say that Jesus saves
But he waits until we’re in our graves
I’ve gotta wonder just what’s it’s worth
If we’re not saved from this hell on earth
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
If God won’t take us, the Devil must
Drink the wine and eat the bread
Then when you die you’re not really dead
Well, I’ve been to the graveyard and I looked around
Sure a lot of dead people buried underground
Drink to drink, and pill to pill
If God won’t take us, the Devil will
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
We’ve been forgotten —
In hell we trust
Prayer to prayer, there’s no escape
Boys and girls still get raped
Babies starve and wars are fought
Sex and drugs are all we got
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
God don’t love us like the Devil does
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13. |
Apocalypso
05:34
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When next door girl with the china doll hair
Betrays her lover for thirty pieces of silverware
And street vendors sell pickled relics
Foreskins and toenails that smell like sex
Taste like soap and melt like candy
And the television static screen
Is a perpetual motion machine
Virgins flirt with Mardi Gras
Enchanted by voodoo and bourbon street
Maddened by spanish fly
The walls fold into cranes and take to the sky
And the end of the world
Is a bend and a whirl
In the pattern of the wallpaper
In the lounge the band plays
I Left My Heart In San Francisco
With a calypso beat
The drinks are flat, harmless
Underage prostitutes work the room
While we waltz on the sidewalk
Tranced by the glow of a rusty streetlight
And kamikaze moths like shooting stars
The zeitgeists are out in force tonight
Below a broken window a red neon light pulses
To jazz streets that ain’t tied down
They rattle and writhe beneath our feet
Like a nest of diamondbacks
The whole city slinks with a grungy swagger
As poets seek the blind heart of midnight
We can only stagger into underground clubs
Soot-black hipsters coax rhythm
Out of dead elephant teeth
Risen from the gutter — Trumpets blast!
Over the grindstone howl of sax
And the ominous rumble of bass
Oh, what ancient magic died the night they split the atom
In the city smog I’ve dined with dogs
On bones thrown from passing cars
I’ve heard prophecies in junkshops
And on the bus great sermons rolling down the aisle
I’ve heard God in the cry of a jet engine
Fallen to earth like shards of bone china
I’ve felt God on train station floors
And in the pews of honky-tonk cathedrals
Tasted God between the legs of whores
Slept with God on wet straw beds
And in mangers built for the withering
I’ve taken him in my mouth and swallowed
the meat of the Apple
I’ve eaten the roots of ancient rivers
Lain on their red clay banks
and dreamt of hard men
crying tears of broken glass
I’ve climbs stairs to pleasuredomes
Where I suckled Mary’s breast
And tasted Coca-Cola
I’ve seen God in a ribbon of asphalt
They say Lot’s wife smiled as she turned to salt
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