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Habeas Corpus
05:18
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Habeas corpus
In an awful moment of self awareness
I don’t feel good about myself
In an overall self appraisal
I find it hard to assert myself
Years to build, moments to break
My pride takes a beating with that look on its face.
So I tell myself I’m not half bad
I should be grateful for what I’ve got
But a few things go wrong and it gives the impression
That I haven’t got a lot.
I wish they could see what I’ve been telling myself
If they’d only look deeper they’d see it themselves
Triumph, despair, pride, shame
It’s no – one’s fault but I want someone to blame.
It’s hard when you’re not as good as you think you are
So in I stroll with the mask I found,
To cover what lies beneath
The line I unleash to hope she pays note
Is greeted by silence and clenching of teeth
It’s hard to approach and break the ice
Eye contact and a little smile will suffice
You’re a knock-off evangelist
Not as good as a real one
Sometimes you make me laugh, you’re a son of a gun
It’s hard when you’re not as funny as you think you are
It doesn’t take much to reel me in
But the subject’s hard to approach
The costs and causes of low self-esteem
Are the reason I’m beyond reproach
It’s a luxury not a necessity,
But when you want it, it turns to absurdity
It’s happened before and it will happen again
Maybe next time it will be different,
Please god amen
It’s hard when you’re not as good looking as you think you are
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2. |
Wolf in Sheep's Clothing
04:41
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Well he can't help what he’s doing
But he’ll try so hard to play along
He may not say anything
But you can tell something's wrong
See the pain behind the smile
He wants to show everything
But he wants to hide every other thing
Our bodies leak when you try suppress your feelings
When you try it’s more obvious that you're concealing
Something
Well if you can’t see is it still there?
Leaky body language and a thousand yard stare
You can’t kid a kidder and if looks could kill
If my mouth doesn't say it, my face surely will
You can tell he don’t want to do something
Even though he said he would
Give a half hearted shrug when asked an important question
Didn’t show the enthusiasm perhaps he should
Couldn’t see my face
Well if you can’t see is it still there?
Leaky body language and a thousand yard stare
You can’t kid a kidder and if looks could kill
If my mouth doesn't say it, my face surely will
What you do speaks so loud
While your head’s in the clouds
That I can't not hear what you say.
Knowing things but not letting on
When you’re feeling put upon
Your body can give yourself away
Telling him your grievances but
He’s got that ‘I don’t give a shit’ look on his face
When you’re just not into your date
And they don’t pick up on the glazed look on your face
No company is better than poor company
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3. |
Buddy Song
03:14
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4. |
Binge Drinker
03:07
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I don't drink at home, only when I'm out
I’m a social drinker, and that’s how it comes about
That’s why I drink, oh lord yeah that’s why I drink
I’m not as outgoing as you’d think, but yeah lord that’s why i drink
I’m funnier when I’m drunk, have less inhibitions
To bear my soul to the world and my expositions
That’s why I drink, oh lord yeah that’s why I drink
Cos I don’t have to think, oh yeah lord that’s why i drink
I'm better company when I’m drunk, though that’s without foundation
As it covers up the sadness of my situation
That’s why I drink, oh lord yeah that’s why I drink
I just get sick of thinking, oh yeah lord that’s why i drink
I do things, I wouldn’t normally do
Talk more, dance more, laugh harder so
That’s why I drink, oh lord yeah that’s why I drink
Loosened inhibitions makes me think, oh yeah lord that’s how i drink
But does it turn us into the person we want to be
Or the person we think we are and want others see
That’s why I drink, oh lord yeah that’s why I drink
I admit more than I think, oh yeah lord that’s how i drink
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5. |
Knave Without a Cause
04:27
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I'm not that troubled but I wish I was so I'd have
Something good to write about
A broken home, beatings, divorce, alcohol, drug abuse
Indoctrination something to stop the drought
Don't fit in anywhere and probably never will
I miss the scene when it's cool again
And even if I did I'd put it down cos what about the blues
And the deep and meaningful stories of
Hardship, whether it be love, money or work
So what if it's the same? cos you're looking kind of lame, I'm
I'm Cash with a sweet tooth Big O without the fame.
I'm don't like people and had enough of friends
But when they're not there I don't like it that there not there
Maybe I'm a punk, maybe I'm a blues man
But whatever it is i'm a walking contradiction
I like the sun on my pasty white skin
But i'm dressed in black and I burn from sin
I've got no energy but I want more
I think i'm original but it's been done before
What am I to do to be less like you?
Innovate even though it's not new
So what if it's the same? cos you're looking kind of lame, I'm
I'm Cash with a sweet tooth Big O without the fame.
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6. |
Mother's Ruin
03:42
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Maybe you could say that I go too far
Go two nights drinking in the same bar
I’m a social butterfly, I’m a social butterfly
Well you drink a lot of whisky when you’re a social butterfly
I get around and go wherever it leads
Questionable women and nefarious deeds
I’m a social butterfly, I’m a social butterfly
Well you drink a lot of beer when you’re a social butterfly
Making fun at someone else’s expense
Jokes about mothers to cause greatest offence
I’m a social butterfly, I’m a social butterfly
It’s all about your ego when you’re a social butterfly
You could say I go with the flow
But it’s a sugar coated way of saying I’m a hoe
To be a social butterfly, yeah a social butterfly
Well you grease a lot of palms when you’re a social butterfly
Sting like a butterfly and float like a bee
Mouth off and hope my friends will take care of me
I’m a social butterfly, I’m a social butterfly
You’re too big for your boots when you’re a social butterfly
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7. |
If The River Was Whisky
04:34
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8. |
Can't Take a Hint
04:51
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Well I dread seeing him, won't leave me alone
talks so loud, to make sure he is known
Try to avoid him but he's got no idea
So sick of hearing all about his (music) career
Can never take a hint don't get the subtlety
Charlatan's a strong word but it's hard to disagree
Can't take the innuendo, so he puts it straight back on me
But he's full of doubt and he just can't figure it out
He's done scenes, he's done the walls,
He's done the bees, now it's time for the birds
Can't sell me nothing, if you spell it wrong.
Want someone, get nothing back and put it in a song.
You can try to ignore him but he'll drive you mad
Walk with him to freedom, man he's got it bad
Can't take the innuendo, so he puts it straight back on me
But he's full of doubt and he just can't figure it out
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