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Trailer Trash
03:35
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Trailer Trash
Take your pick
I’ve got anything
Snow White, evergreen
Just for a fee
I bet you’ve never been
to this part of town
Only business calls
inside your house
Hit dogs holler
But I’m not that loud
Hard up for cash
I’m not built to last
Boys like me, we grow up fast
Trailer trash
Trailer trash
I bet you’ve never been
To this part of town
All my stories turn you
Inside out
Hit dogs holler
But I’m not that loud
What’s that about?
I’m hard up for cash
I’m not built to last
Boys like me, we grow up fast
Trailer trash
Trailer trash
Kingdom in my head
I’ve got you in my bed
Only got eyes for me instead
Fantasize the shape of your mouth
I wake up on my uncle’s couch
Somewhere between
The living and the dead
I’m hard up for cash
I’m not built to last
Boys like me, we grow up fast
Trailer trash
I’m hard up for cash
I’m not built to last
Boys like me, we grow up fast
Trailer trash
I look in the mirror
I don’t see any clearer
Don’t recognize who’s looking back
Trailer trash
Trailer trash
Trailer trash
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2. |
The Pines
02:58
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Way west on i-90,
where mountains loom like clouds
Far from the corn and carnage
of small midwestern towns—
When I stop for smokes,
the cashier asks me what I'm looking
for and I can barely tell
(You are somewhere else)
The pines, the pines, the pines
the pines are laughing
I hear them from my car:
“oh you thought changing your scene
would fix the mess
you are?”
A book store in Seattle—
a stranger says to me
that some trees need infernos
to open up their seeds
The hell am I to do
with that? and suddenly all I need
is to know what you would say
(You are far away)
The pines, the pines, the pines
the pines are laughing
I hear them all around:
“Oh you thought starting over
would calm your wild heart down?”
The pines, the pines, the pines
the pines are laughing
Each time I think of you:
“Oh you thought starting over
was something you could do?”
A concert at the Showbox,
we pack in, wall to wall
Drawn headfirst into it,
I want to hug them all
No clue what I'm doing yet
but there is nowhere else
right now I'd rather be
(I'll take care of me)
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3. |
We'll Never Have Sex
02:19
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501s and a yellow sweater
And if I didn’t know better
I’d say you were looking back
No, I know better than that
Even in the quiet
Your footsteps fall in sync with mine
I’d say you were looking back
But I know better than that
light your cigarette
I’ll take the floor, you take the bed
If it weren’t for you, honey, I’d be dead
I don’t know what I expected
We’ll never have sex
Three years on
And I said what I’ve got to say
Whenever you look my way
I know better than that
light your cigarette
I’ll take the floor, you take the bed
I wonder what goes on in your head
I don’t know what I expected
We’ll never have sex
I bet your mama told you
Back when you were a family
Watch out for boys like me
If it were anyone else
I’d be inclined to agree
But what’s wrong with boys like me?
I wish you liked boys like me
light your cigarette
I’ll take the floor, you take the bed
lie awake and want to take
Your hand in mine
as it dangles off the edge
I don’t know what I was thinking
We’ll never have sex
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4. |
Girl With A Buzzcut
02:10
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You learned their lessons
you had no say
after they came and took your name away
Grew up on nothing
grew up on grit
the words they say to justify their shit
This story’s older than
they told you
Eating up kids,
they spit out soldiers
Head shaved close
but that’s the least of it
“Concentrate, now this
might hurt a bit”
So raise your head and raise your fist
and forget everything you’ve heard
Fate is a four letter word
fate is a four letter word
Fighting to exist
don’t give a fuck what they’d prefer
Fate is a four letter word
fate is a four letter word
You had your nightmares
you had your doubts
you had to tear and claw your own way out
So wipe the blood off
so make them pay
papa never meant it anyway
Welcome to the league of
traitors
stretching their minds to
something greater
Head shaved close
but that’s the least of it
Smell of burning bridges
as they’re lit
So raise your head and raise your fist
and forget everything you’ve heard
Fate is a four letter word
fate is a four letter word
Fighting to exist
don’t give a fuck what they’d prefer
Fate is a four letter word
fate is a four letter word
So raise your head and raise your fist
and pick yourself up off the dirt
Fate is a four letter word
fate is a four letter word
Every monster on your list
is gonna be interred
Fate is a four letter word
fate is a four letter word
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5. |
Going to Pittsburgh
02:28
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Rupture tore my trailer in half
Oh, I got to laugh
If I don’t I’ll cry
Helped us pack our life in boxes
Oh, I got to laugh
I can’t meet your eyes
So long, soldier
So nice to know ya,
I don’t know ya
Not really
Going to Pittsburgh
“No, no one will miss you
They won’t write, no, they won’t call”
Going to Pittsburgh
When they took out my stitches
Visions of flowers on my scars
Midnight and I’ve unpacked the last
I can’t keep track
Of these nights I’ve been alone
Winter snuck up on me fast
And I’ll never go back
Not while you’re still home
World’s not over
Just got colder
You don’t know me,
Not really
Going to Pittsburgh
“No, no one will miss you
They won’t write, no, they won’t call”
Going to Pittsburgh
When they took out my stitches
Visions of flowers on my scars
Nancy’s got a gun
Robin’s spread her wings
Yeah, Eddie’s on the run
He’ll run away from anything
Going to Pittsburgh
“No, no one will miss you
They won’t write, no, they won’t call”
Going to Pittsburgh
When they took out my stitches
Visions of flowers on my scars
Going to Pittsburgh
“No, no one will miss you
They won’t write, no, they won’t call”
Going to Pittsburgh
When they took out my stitches
Visions of flowers, flowers on my scars
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They sing us a song about sunlight
as they strike the sun down
they sing us a song of how they’re right
as they let us all drown
it’s the shining and righteous that I fear
the proud ones, standing tall
the ones who don’t want us to be here
to draw breath at all
so every lungful is a battle cry
you’re terrified and so am I
But you see what’s pursuing
And you have been here once or twice
So you know how to roll that dice
and you know what you’re doing
The devil won’t keep til morning anymore
the devil won’t keep til morning, and that’s what we’re here for
The devil won’t keep til morning anymore
I could’ve sworn we were young once
the memory fades
far from the sounding of shotguns
old books in the shade
conspiring around a card table
the brave and the bold
back when the monsters were fables
a story we told
But oh the shire is burning now
and I’m afraid we’re losing ground
the flames grow every minute
we can leave nothing to chance
we’re wielding shields and baseball bats
there’s no place left but in it
The devil won’t keep til morning anymore
the devil won’t keep til morning, and that’s what we’re here for
The devil won’t keep til morning anymore
the devil won’t keep til morning, and baby this is war
The devil won’t keep til morning anymore
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7. |
Chrissy's Song
02:07
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You did not remember me
the second time we met
and yet—
I knew you weren't the kind of girl
people could forget
and yet—
I've seen the lights of Chicago
seen the east and western tides
The places you will never be
it never will feel right
This one's for Chrissy,
who had nowhere else to go
This one's for Chrissy,
dragged out by the undertow
We might've been friends
but now we'll never know
This one's for Chrissy
You cheered in the sunshine
while I snuck a cigarette
and yet—
The boys who claimed they knew you
only saw your silhouette
and yet—
I carry something with me
something long past due
They say I got a raw deal
but shit, what about you?
This one's for Chrissy,
who had nowhere else to go
This one's for Chrissy,
dragged out by the undertow
We might've been friends
but now we'll never know
This one's for Chrissy
God, someone should've helped you
should've understood the threat
and yet—
Now I can't see you clearly
beyond the guilt and debt
and yet—
I've seen the lights of Chicago
seen the California sun
Miles past the cornfields
fuck, I turned twenty one
This one's for Chrissy,
who had nowhere else to go
This one's for Chrissy,
dragged out by the undertow
We might've been friends
but now we'll never know
This one's for you, kid—
I knew you weren't the kind of girl
people could forget
and yet—
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I watch his shoulders shift as he’s swimmin’
He rules the world, I just live in it
Our friend, she flashes that same, sad smile
He’ll only be gone a little while
But in my dreams…
I wore his jacket
Don’t care who’s asking
He stood in the doorway
Lingered when I called out his name
Honey don’t walk away
I drove out West ’til I could see the ocean
Less a little death, more like an explosion
The distance between us grows greater than the miles
We only talk once in a while
But in my dreams…
I wore his jacket
Don’t care who’s asking
He stood in the doorway
Lingered when I called out his name
I wore his jacket
Don’t care who’s asking
He stood in the doorway
Lingered when I called out his name
Honey don’t walk away
A decade since I escaped the casket
When he’s gone, he leaves me his jacket
I don’t want this ache, you can have it
When he’s gone, he leaves me his…
I wore his jacket
Don’t care who’s asking
He stood in the doorway
Lingered when I called out his name
I wore his jacket
Don’t care who’s asking
He stood in the doorway
Lingered when I called out his name
Honey don’t walk away
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What that we could be
What is it that you want from me?
Because I only want one thing
From here on out, alone or in-between
Forever is what I mean
Baby, don’t go where I can’t follow
You, you, you, I’d go to hell for you
Just to be in hell with you
I’ll take anything, everything
One smirk, one smile, one crooked look
Your breath in my mouth
All this sorrow, all this pain
C’mon, baby, take my hand
It’ll be worth it in the end
You, you, you, I’d go to hell for you
Just to be in hell with you
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