THE MOTION-VOL. 2
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1. James Dean is Dead and so am I
how many people here have outstanding warrents?
how many people here taken shots at 9:15?
whos got the anecodate, to a four day hangover?
whos the friend, who's the fighter and who's the fiend?
how many people here have served time in county?
how many peope here have plotted an escape?
who's passed out under blurry star on a drunken friday night?
which one of you is the true fake?
we finally found a reason
from this we've found meaning
there's not much that we can say,
but thanks for everything.
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2. {The Cat Went..} Down in a Blaze Of Glory. "in siberian husky's mouth"
keep it in, spit it out, but keep your head in check
more elegant than the rocks wrapped around your neck
and its surely a tip, you've emptied your last clip,
into a crowd of fairly well-dressed gentlemen.
watchin' you pass, through a shot glass
lifted to my lips with my index out
Just like a gentleman, Just like a prom-king,
But you gotta get up to get down!
Flatline fisted, clenched brass knuckles, raised to make contact.
(we gotta, we gotta, we gotta get It back)
Black eyed imprints, stitched and stapled, hammers raised cocked back.
(we gotta, we gotta, we gotta get It back)
watchin' you pass, through a shot glass
lifted to my lips with my index out
Just like a gentleman, Just like a prom-king,
But you gotta get up to get down!
(break it down)
LET THE GOOD TIMES ROLL!
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3. ****GET IT RIGHT****
Justice! cocked twice! drove to the lake to say goodbye
Still got! TWO WEEKS! before the dogs pick up our scent
yeah, we're coming back for everyone
bring the party back to the dance floor
a song for the kids in the pews
and they're all screaming...YEAH!
buried the gloves, covered our tracks,
hosed down! the trunk! before the dogs pick up our scent.
yeah, we're coming back for everyone
bring the party back to the dance floor
a song for the kids in the pews
and they're all screaming...
"I hope we get it right this time"
{or else we're coming back for more!}
Justice! cocked twice! drove to the lake to say goodbye
Still got! Two weeks! before the dogs pick up our scent!
yeah, we're coming back for everyone
bring the party back to the dance floor
a song for the kids in the pews
and they're all screaming...
"I hope we get it right this time"
{or else we're coming back for more!}
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4. "TOO WEIRD TO LIVE, TOO RARE TO DIE"
We saw the waiting room, opened doors at 6 a.m.
The living savior holds the life in the palm of his hands
We can disappear into thin air
Taking each breath for granted til theres nothing left to breathe
Down endless hallways that lead to nowhere but the grave
Countless hours later, down and out, up and gone
Six feet down to where you sleep and where I wish I wouldnt dream
Despite all the weight of the ship it seems that were going down
And thinking back to the date of the trip wont bring our feet back to the ground
With all due respect to the captain, Im losing faith in his sense of direction
He cant lead us astray if hes tied to the bow
So lets GO! BACK! To where we started and
DIG! DOWN! To where youre sleeping and
TAKE! BACK! What this city buried alive
(Oh sweet suburbia what have you done to us?)
WITH! OUR! Shovels and picks we will
A! VENGE! What was taken from us and
WAKE! UP! This city one grave at a time
(Oh sweet suburbia what have you done to us?)
Countless hours later, down and out, up and gone
Six feet down to where you sleep and where I wish I wouldnt dream
(Oh sweet suburbia what have you done to us?)