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Velocipede
03:08
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I feel this lead under my feet
When the day is over a dirty man needs heat
I know I’ve got just what you need
‘Cause I’m the one, baby
Who’s moving all this speed
Pull the throttle on my motor
Don’t let up until my meter’s pegged
Lay your claws into my shoulder
Let me hold on to your legs
I put my ticket in your turnstile
An all night pass to make the rounds
I won’t be waiting at the underground
You know this train is going
All the way downtown
Pull the throttle on my motor
Don’t let up until my meter’s pegged
Lay your claws into my shoulder
Let me hold on to your legs
Tandem ride
So I find
Now’s the time
Genitalia collides, yeah
They say that you are hard to mount
My revolution will turn these cranks around
Can’t you feel my forward motion
I’ve got the notion
To turn this saddle brown
Lay your body on my motor
Don’t let up until my meter’s pegged
Put your claws into my shoulder
Let me hold on to your legs
Yeah, yeah
Oh
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2. |
Masters of War
06:16
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Come, you masters of war
You that build the big guns
You that build the death planes
You that build all the bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks
You that never done nothing
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it’s your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly
Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain
You fasten all the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
While the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
While the young people’s blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud
You’ve thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins
How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I’m young
You might say I’m unlearned
But there’s one thing I know
Though I’m younger than you
That even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do
Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul
And I hope that you die
And your death will come soon
I will follow your casket
By the pale afternoon
And I’ll watch while you’re lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I’ll stand over your grave
'Til I’m sure that you’re dead
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3. |
Black Ships
06:52
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Twist the knife
Crying reptile tears
Beneath revilement lies
And when you know it’s gone, you’re dry
Through hidden routes
Black ships are tossed
But your waves break down along the rocks
They say that ice pumps out your blood
Every pale charade is just a bluff
I chart the stars alone
To cross the ocean home
Slave to the current’s will
When all the winds are still
Tides crash down around your garden wall
Minor chords intone a drowning pall
Although I thirst for water, there’s none around
I hear the seraph’s choir calling me down
Calling me down
Calling me to drown
Across dark seas
Shadows are cast
From skeletal masts
Black ships of deceit
Adrift on arctic oceans
Lost on endless seas
Day brings hellish sunlight
Night brings frost disease
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4. |
John the Baptist
08:16
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Started pristine, since tattered
None of this really matters
Plastered on pedestals high
Comes crashing down from the sky
Decayed before it’s born
Penitent’s patience breeds scorn
But she found another way
There’s really no following me to the grave
Bloodied and battered
Breastbone shattered
Goodness gave way to my grief
And all of my wants became needs
And as she took aim for the cutting
Well I was reduced down to nothing
I should have begged for my mercy
I should have cried for restraint
But she found another way
There’s really no following me to the grave
Cut from cadavers
Heads on platters
And my head
Suddenly floating and free
And my neck
Suddenly open to breathe
And my eyes
Clouded by nothin' to see
And my body
Falls to the floor in a heap
Bound by my winters and dead to my rights
Fueled by the embers of these endless nights
Levitate limbless, cerebral, serene
I had to taste it to know what it means
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