1. |
Vice Grip
04:45
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Spent the day in the garden
Fed off fruit from the vine
Now today you beg my pardon
Spoiled wine
They've got you wrapped around their finger
They've got you bound with their restraints
There is no easy explanation
And it hurts
Spiral stairs make me nauseous
Twists and turns to the ground
I'll take these steps calm and cautious
So unsound
They've got you wrapped around their finger
They've got you bound with their restraints
There is no easy explanation
And it hurts
No exceptions to the rules
Just one of the many burdened fools
I'll make my way downtown
Maybe I'll see you soon
A brand new moon
They've got you wrapped around their finger
They've got you bound with their restraints
There is no easy explanation
And it hurts
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2. |
A Manner of Speaking
03:32
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You interpret everything I say
As a ruse, a bold, unfounded lie
I create such a brutal bouquet
The thorns just get in your eyes
Feeling blue, the shading of the sea
Not the sky, it always looks too bright
I hope that you and I will soon agree
So that we can find the inner light
But I've got my reasons
To hate you today
You interpret everything I say
As a ruse, a bold, unfounded lie
I create such a brutal bouquet
The thorns just get in your eyes
But I've got my reasons
But I hope you're okay
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3. |
Spectre
04:14
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Have you seen my honey?
She moved away just the other day
Now she's gone
Now things aren't so funny
In decay
Abandon and dismay
Bloodstains soak my pillows
Smear the walls down the stairs and through the halls
Paint this place
Confusion smokes and billows
I've lost control
The burden of the soul
Why does it feel like such a crime?
All things will heal with time
Now I harvest for the future
Reap and sow every high and every low
Every day
Can you help me suture
All these holes
So I can reach my goals
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4. |
Psycho (The Sonics)
02:26
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(Lyrics written by Gerry Roslie)
Baby, you’re driving my crazy
I said baby, you’re driving me crazy
The way you turn me on
Then you shot me down
Well, tell me baby
Am I just your clown?
Psycho
Baby, you’re driving me crazy
I said I’m losing my mind
You treat me so unkind
Psycho
Baby, you’re driving m3 crazy
I’m going out of my head
Now I wish I was dead
Psycho
Baby, you’re driving me crazy
I’m going out of my head
Now I wish I was dead
Psycho
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