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Jars
03:44
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We’ve got tall tales, lies for eyes
A wicked tongue with words that always come out wrong,
And all these evil little favors you keep on cashing in are going to bite you in the light of the dawn.
Saw it creeping out from in between the trees,
Some crude little creature on its’ hands and knees
Did you think we wouldn’t notice and turn the other way
You better find your faith and start to pray.
“We’ve got, sharp claws, pitches & forks
We’ll burn down your house and then we’ll kill you for sport
And we’ve got pots & pans and knives to cut off hands,
And jars to keep them all safe.”
There’s cats in the ally and the moon is looking fat
The wretched are coming with their bloody base ball bats
Pull your hood over your eyes, strap your gun to your thighs
And pray, you make it out alive.
“We’ll keep on pulling teeth, digging deep down into the ground
Breaking bones, throwing stones and leaving meat out for the crows,
Then we’ll strip the skin, show your rotten soul within
‘cause we’ve got jars to keep them all safe.”
And we’ll go…
La da di da di da, how we’ll go dancing in the pale moonlight
And we’ll go la da di da di da, how we’ll be selling those souls to the night
La da di da di da, how we’ll be dancing in the pale moonlight
And we’ll go la da di da di da, how we’ll be selling your souls to the night
But bare in mind…
“We’ve got, sharp claws, pitches & forks
We’ll burn down your house and then we’ll kill you for sport
And we’ve got pots & pans and knives to cut off hands,
And jars to keep them all safe.
We’ll keep on pulling teeth, digging deep down into the ground
Breaking bones, throwing stones and leaving meat out for the crows,
Then we’ll strip the skin, show your rotten soul within
‘cause we’ve got jars to keep them all safe.
‘cause we’ve got jars to keep them all safe.
‘cause we’ve got jars to keep them all safe.”
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NOLA
03:02
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Don’t go looking for love where there’s none boy.
Don’t you know? Can’t you see? You’re the last bite for me.
Don’t go picking up stones just to throw boy.
I’m the last of the pack; I’ll be the wolf on your back.
I found a house in New Orleans
Stripped it down and bled it clean
I took the bones buried them outside.
In the garden round the back,
Please grab the axe from the Cadillac
Dig a ditch by the lilies in the yard. Oh God…
Don’t go digging up graves just for fun boy.
I’m the best of the worst; you’re the last of the cursed.
Don’t go looking for tricks where we hid them.
In the room at the front, In that old antique trunk.
I found a house in New Orleans
Stripped it down and bled it clean
I took the bones buried them outside.
In the garden round the back,
Please grab the axe from the Cadillac
Dig a ditch by the lilies in the yard.
Grab the bones from the old wardrobe
Please don’t be scared of what’s under the bed
Try to find the last light of the day.
Bring it in when it all goes dark,
Please quit that game with the Devils heart,
‘Cause I swear at the start she said she didn’t really want to play.
She didn’t really want to play...
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North
04:15
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4. |
The Last Band
05:04
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