1. |
Saw it Comin'
01:23
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When I saw it coming
Thought it was something
When I ate what it was
Made me feel something
On top of a mountain
Filled my beer with gin
At the end of a tunnel
And I'm in again
In the wave of it's battery life
Had it up 2 my chin
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2. |
The Nerves
02:06
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I spit you out
This boring shit
You flashy herbs
And tough guy cliques
I piss you out into the wind
I spit the nerves out
What crawled into you?
Made you feel so small
Made you step on heads
To make you feel so tall
What crawled into you?
Fucking know it all
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3. |
Real Low
03:03
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Pass another zig zag to the reaper
Add another joint to your crown of thorns
You couldn't bend my arm enough
You couldn't paint the air black enough
I don't sleep enough
To eat you up
Or give it up
The dog breath wind
Is a certain sign
Of longevity
In slow demise
How it burns the nostils
And stings the eyes
Oh lord Jesus
Can you sympathize?
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4. |
Had it Comin'
01:08
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Find myself falling away from myself
Tried to be a man
Be a part of the plan
I took a look at the sun
And it burned off my hands
Can't somebody help me out?
Took a walk in the park
And then it all got dark
I heard something behind
I felt it on my shoulder
(You had it comin')
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