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I said, 'Oh'
She said, 'My head aches'
But she's still dancing to the music that my band plays
I said, 'Oh'
I watch her legs shake
And she was jumping up and down just like an earthquake
I said, 'Oh'
I watch her sweat drip
I saw her clap her hands and close her eyes and bite her bottom lip
I said, 'Oh'
I watch her dress rip
In the car behind the club for a quick fix
And, oh
I watch her drink spill
I saw her dance right back to the bar to get a refill
I said, 'Oh'
Pick up your teeth
And all the kids they were clappin' Mississippi
And, oh
We hit the mirror
And we scream a little louder so that everyone can hear; we said:
Oh oh, let the band play
I'm being broken up and ripped apart by X-rays
I said oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
They can't stop us
They can't stop us
They can't stop us now
I said, 'Oh'
In the back room
On the couch, I caught a whiff of your perfume
And, oh
See the crowd rage
It was a sea of nicotine-beaten teenage
And, oh
Full of heartbreak
We spent the New Year's Eve with the Champagne
And, oh
In the bathroom
Because my band was going on a little too soon
And, oh
I see stars
We spent the last four hours wastin' money in the bar
I said, 'Oh'
On the stage
Because the kids were going crazy to that Mississippi rain; I said:
Oh oh, let the band play
I'm being broken up and ripped apart by X-rays
I said oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
They can't stop us
They can't stop us
Oh oh, let the band play
I'm being broken up and ripped apart by X-rays
I said oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
They can't stop us
They can't stop us
They can't stop us now
I said:
Oh oh, let the band play
I'm being broken up and ripped apart by X-rays
I said oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
They can't stop us
They can't stop us
They can't stop us now
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Stigmata
03:57
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I met the man who killed my mother
He put holes inside her arms
No they were not marks of stigmata lord
Just a drug pumping empty heart
I met the man who took my father
Put him in jail and locked him away
Well they say he forgot his children lord
He might remember us again someday
I blame the devil
I met the man who killed my grandmother
He took her mind as the shotgun blew
A year later my grandfather followed her
He'd had enough and shot himself too
I met the man who took my good friend
Oh, but he was only seventeen
I saw him laying in a cushioned coffin lord
It wasn't him staring back at me
I blame the devil, what else could it be
I blame Jesus he ain't answering me
Don't call me depressed, don't call me sad
I'm giving up on this life I had
I met the man who raped my childhood
Oh well we were never young it's true
But when everyone around you keeps dying lord
What the hell are we supposed to do
I met the man who took my sister
In a new family she will stay
And it's true that my mother's a sinner lord
She let another family fade away
I blame the devil, what else could it be
I blame Jesus he ain't answering me
Don't call me depressed, don't call me sad
I'm giving up on this life I had
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Sharpen these words and fashion my tongue
These bullets were fired from an unloaded gun
By some man in the shadows who knows what he's done
And hides from the mess that he's made
Poets and prophets who preach what I speak
Sinners and saviors it's money they seek
I know nothing is perfect no nothing is free
And no one can tell me I'm wrong
I believe my enemies this life will be the death of me
No one said that life is free we were perfect before we were born
I can see that nothing's changed in factories one dollar paid
To a man who works all day and slaves for a family he has to feed
There's sin in my soul and blood on my hand
There are scars on her body from an unholy man
Nothing can stop me I shake where I stand
You were perfect before you were born
Life it gets shorter with each day that pass
And I'm scared when I see the reflection I cast
Nothing is sacred. No nothing will last
We won't pray till there's ash in our hands
I believe my enemies this life will be the death of me
No one said that life is free we were perfect before we were born
I can see that nothing's changed in factories one dollar paid
To a man who works all day and slaves for a family he has to feed
I’ve broken all your windows, you’ve broken all my teeth
It's two deep breaths inside my chest and it's ten more years until we rest
We'll curse the damned and save the blessed we were perfect before we were born
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Slave to the South
03:15
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I’m a slave to the south there’s a curse on this house
I’ve been dying to leave but I just can’t get out
I’ve always been drawn to one wooden shack
And a man with the weight of the world on his back
I’ve got dust on my boots, I’ve got tears in my eyes
And ill work in these fields for the rest of my life
Like my father before me who worked every day
And I’ll be damned if I let someone take that from me
A life full of riches means nothing to me
With a full of joy there that no one can see
And a poor hungry heart that still wants to be free
And somebody there who’s still waiting for me
And I know of a place that gets slow when it rains
With a sky that’s as blue as the blood in my veins
And a burnt cigarette sits on some window pane
With the loud laughs and thunder in a slow southern state
I’ve been raising my hands, I’ve been praying for rain
And I screamed at them skies but the drops never came
With sun on my face and with god on my side
Who will I blame if those crops, they don’t rise
I always hoped life wouldn’t end up like this
With a well that’s gone dry and a cross in my fist
If my hair has gone gray and those rains still ain’t came
Then we’ll wade in that river, let it take us away
A life full of riches means nothing to me
With a full of joy there that no one can see
And a poor hungry heart that still wants to be free
And somebody there who’s still waiting for me
And I know of a place that gets slow when it rains
With a sky that’s as blue as the blood in my veins
A burnt cigarette sits on some window pane
With the loud laughs and thunder in a slow southern state
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Mountains Make Me Crazy
04:57
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These mountains make me crazy
My legs can’t seem to stand
And I’ll be leaving in the morning with or without you she said
If I’m breaking what I’m building
I’ve ripped out every single stone
And you can break my soul or bones girl but you can’t destroy my home
No you cant destroy my home
If the street lights they all flicker
Just like candles in the street
I will give my soul to strangers and let the bastards sell it cheap
I've seen girls out on the street lord
Men drunk on the boulevard
The kings all know my face lord and the jokers pulled my card
Oh, the jokers pulled my card
They say that that doesn’t kill you makes you stronger
I should be pretty strong or so it seems
Cause I almost died a thousand times
Oh, death it follows me
I guess that’s what separates us gods from kings
We will plant our dead in boxes
And pray to god that something grows
Leave the widow on her knees
Boys dressed in black with empty hopes
The children’s screams are crazy
Their eyes are blacked out from the smoke
I can spare my bread and water, but I cannot spare my coat
No I cannot spare my coat
Don’t damn my imagination
Cause my dreams are all I have
In the day its damp and dirty
But when I sleep it’s not that bad
Dirty hands they cling to boxcars
Tender tears stain frozen cheeks
Were all searching for salvation but we won’t find it in these streets
We won’t find it in these streets
Everybody lives for something
Well I guess I must live to think
You can have my thoughts at half the cost
Because I think they’re killing me
Well the tree lines weave through fields
Giant serpents of the south
I’ve seen the sun set on the ocean I’ve seen the daylight drown itself
Watch the poets drink their whiskey
They point out problems in our lives
Well you will never read his notebooks
He wont be famous till he dies
Well without our hearts were nothing
And without our spines were weak
Well you can pump my blood or hold me up but that still want make me free
No that still won’t make me free
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Harmony
05:13
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Well I can see she’s standing, says she waits to speak
With dirty eyes and rose red cheeks she says she waits to speak
So we’ll be in a public place where people meet
Well I can see she’s standing, says she waits to speak
And he said, “Harmony, if it is your real name, go ahead and tell us why you came.”
Well tell them I come from way up over that hill. It’s where my father lives
It’s where I was raised
He said Gods gonna come
He said he’s bringing flames and floods
They say he’s gonna wash me up
Well he can’t wash me up
He can’t burn me up
Well Christ don’t save
I’m sorry it’ll never change
Baby we were born to fade
I swear were born to fade
And God don’t come
No matter how far you run
Baby, we’re setting suns
I swear we’re setting suns
And he said, “Harmony, if it is your real name, go back from where you came. Tell ‘em we can’t help you”
Tell em God don’t come
No matter how far you run
Baby, we’re setting suns
I swear we’re setting suns
He said Gods gonna come
He said he’s bringing flames and floods
They say he’s gonna wash me up
Well he can’t wash me up
He can’t burn me up
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It's an old south
It's a new union
It's an eye for an eye
And I'm still shooting
I've seen cold roads, some paved with glory
I'm too old for your bedtime stories
I've spent hot nights breath stained with whiskey
Lost somewhere out in Mississippi
No I wont rest until my breaths hollow
And my spirit it will surely follow
Don't fight em off lord if they're coming
They're bound to break the walls and sneak in someday
I could be weak lord, scared and running
But I will plant my feet right here and I shall stay
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8. |
I'm Not Dead Yet
03:56
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She says she’s leaving me, says shes been cutting throats
Well find which ones are clean, well see who bleeds the most
Preacher just wipes his face, ripping out bible pages
I am the one whos whole, I am the one whos saved
Im not dead yet
And you don’t know why, and I cant stand it
I keep my hands clean
I’m not dead yet
God bless the weaker ones, who search for a safer
The streets they were lined with ghosts, and they were all there for me
If everyone’s afraid to die, will I be the first to leave?
Hold on to thoughts of hope, and wait for them angels to sing
I will lie with the snakes and wait for them to come for me
I'm not dead yet
And you don’t know why, and I cant stand it
I keep my hands clean
I’m not dead yet
God only speaks to me
I’m not dead yet
If I got God, then I got no problems
But I am God, so I got no problems
She said I’m gone
I lost my home
So far, were’ fine
I don’t mind dying
Dear god, please send me
This church is empty
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The Weeks Nashville, Tennessee
Our shoes are tattered and torn, but our feet are dry. As for our places in history, we will run naked through your streets before we sit decorated in your halls.
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