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Crooked Crimes
03:00
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We're on the way to the grave
I wish I had more time
We're on the way to the grave
I wish I had more time
Bombs off, crooked crimes. Cooking up, cooking up the lies
Crew cut and boot cut, we got the blues, recruit the boots, don't cut the truth out
Bombs off, crooked crimes. Cooking up, cooking up the lies
Crew cut and boot cut, we got the blues, recruit the boots, don't cut the truth out
We clean the slate, leave the waste
It's someone else's problem now
We clean the slate, leave the waste
It's someone else's problem
Bombs off, crooked crimes. Cooking up, cooking up the lies
Crew cut and boot cut, we got the blues, recruit the boots, don't cut the truth out
Bombs off, crooked crimes. Cooking up, cooking up the lies
Crew cut and boot cut, we got the blues, recruit the boots, don't cut the truth out
Bombs off, crooked crimes. Cooking up, cooking up the lies
Crew cut and boot cut, we got the blues, recruit the boots, don't cut the truth out
Bombs off, crooked crimes. Cooking up, cooking up the lies
Crew cut and boot cut, we got the blues, recruit the boots, don't cut the truth out
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Old bee man, why the empty hives?
Old curious bee man, is it time to cry?
Poor queen bee, much room for a throne
Poor miraculous queen bee, they left you all alone
Fly away honey bee, there's blood in your eyes
Why are you dying? Why are you dying?
Cell phone and aliens, bad pesticides
Why are you dying? Why are you dying?
Waggle dance, waggle dance, waggle buzz buzz buzz buzz
Let's dance, let's dance just because cause cause cause.
Old bee man, what will you do now?
Old curious bee man, the pollen's falling round
Poor work bee, you can't find a job
Poor diligent work bee, pollinate your god.
Fly away honey bee, there's blood in your eyes
Why are you dying? Why are you dying?
Cell phone and aliens, bad pesticides
Why are you dying? Why are you dying?
Waggle dance, waggle dance, waggle buzz buzz buzz buzz
Let's dance, let's dance just because cause cause cause.
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I don't want to be afraid.
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Rorschach Tests
03:02
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Flip on the TV to see what the cretins want, drugs, sex and problems, and it all seems so fake to me
Flip up the front page to see who the newspaper raped yesterday while the politics procrastinate
There must be a better place for the days that you put in your pocket and forget about
Wrong number, I'll thumb her down, maybe she'll take me to the end of the fight, while I'm waiting
I'll be up with the creatures who sit up in the bleachers and sip on their soda pops while the umpires calling me out
Oh my teacher, I'll try to beseech her to come back and tell me the answers to all of my tests
Well it’s best that we both stay depressed
You're crazy for leaving and I'm crazy for asking what's next
What's next, what's next, what's next? Tell me
Clean up the spilled milk, in Rorschach Tests I see guilt, hand-me-down sympathy, it just won't do the same for me
Fill up your insides with all that you can't hide in safety deposit boxes, they're so dangerous
There must be a remedy for the faces we make when we don't really mean it
Wrong answer, strong cancer will take her away before we had the chance to say goodbye, I'll be up with
All of the crazies whose theories might save me, I'll wake up in a padded room and cry out, "What took ya so long?"
I'm not lazy, but my motives seem hazy, procrastinate, and walk the plank, and find out where they buried the chest
Well it’s best that we both stay depressed
You're crazy for leaving and I'm crazy for asking what's next
What's next, what's next, what's next? Tell me
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GillaWatts New Orleans, Louisiana
GillaWatts is a songwriter/producer who currently resides in New Orleans.
www.gillawatts.com
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