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Don't Cross The Line
02:46
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You trusted them and now you're screwed
and you've got a violent point of view
you're ready to bring the fist of justice
And you, you're gonna tell the cops what's true
and you'll get the victory you're due
and it's time to bring the fist of justice
but it's all right to be cheated
don't cross the line old man
cause you're all right and you're needed
so don't cross the line old man
Your designs and strategies have filled your mind
Put the tapes away and go outside
go and teach your kids a little kindness
And their lies will choke them like a poison vine
and their kids will smile with hidden knives
just waiting for momentary blindness
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Last Call
02:14
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It's the last call and a bad call
You needed a little nursing, simple and pure
And you got a grave with service,
A hospital with no cure
Last call
Is this a healer or a dealer?
He won't help me get you healthy, he's drugging you still
He's paid for each day your dragged through
With kickbacks for every pill
Last call
Am I a bad son, or just a weak one?
I'm sorry I left you in here, and left you alone
You suffer the consequences
But I'm working to get you home
Last call
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Hero
04:01
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Miles of wear and smoky air, growing old
Your hero's come home to die
and he's told his final tales to be told
The others lost for all time
and the news will spread
what you fear and dread
you can finally eulogize
with the words that you should have said
before he was dead
when your hero's dead
They let Jesus die on the side of a cross
and the guilt took over their brains
and they chopped the wood into relics for fools
and stripped the sense from his sayings
Where's the stronger man
to carry on his plan?
Cause you ended up just a comfortable fool
when they needed an heir with a vision instead
when your hero's dead
wheels steady over the rubble,
the river he'd come to love
the minutes ticking away
you put your hand on his shoulder
and tell him what was important
how proud you are of his days
and you finally asked him the questions
about the mess of your life
the moral choices to make
and he gathered up
his final strength
Those blessed meek you're always trying to save--
That's you too.
In the end don't box me up like a rat in a trap in the earth
Burn me down in the sheets of fire and release all the spirit I'm worth
If there's something next, we leave the bones and flesh
If there's something next, we leave the bones and we leave the flesh
When we're finally dead.
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I'm hitting empty at the side of the road
and I'll take another breath of it
There's nothing sacred in the weight of the load
so why are you so scared to death of it
Outside it's so quiet.
Cause when the spirit leaves the body and pain
well there is no point in saving it
we'd gather round to set the body aflame
but the morgue has got a waiting list
Outside it's so quiet.
High above the atmosphere,
there's nothing here, nothing here
Up and through the heavens
there is nothing left to hope for here,
there's nothing here to fear but fear
Well every guru says the world is divine
to keep you playing with your toys in it
to give you comfort like a fetus in wine
this world has too much noise in it
Outside it's so quiet.
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5. |
Sifting the Ashes
04:39
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Remember those nights when my mood was defined
by the milky flow and the bloodstream tides
I'll cry and I'll moan and the years unfold
And you'll put your grownup plans on hold
Page by page, line by line
Blink and you'll miss it
Rip each page from the book of life
Who'll ever know?
Page by page, line by line
Blink and you'll miss it
Rip each page from the book of life
They never existed
The broken lines and the highway signs
I'll retell the tales from your story times
I dream and wait in my mind's parade
While you call them to the barricades
Hey let's put the past where it belongs,
cause you know we're not living life backwards
You've taken these scenes to the great beyond
and there's no point in sifting the ashes
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Lamp of God
02:12
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Lead me uphill by moonbeam
Guide me to music of breezes
Shield me from drizzles and cold of night
Under the lamp of god
Spark my imagination
Share my sweat and persuasions
Fearless, no danger upon this Earth,
For lovers, the lamp of god
Under the lamp of god
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