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New York Minute Prayer
01:49
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Morning terrors and my nights of dread
Morning terror nights of dread
I saw my soul stapled to my bed
She saw her soul stapled to her bed
It’s weighing down on me
It‘s weighing down on me
Lock my head between my knees
I can’t breathe
Pacing round the ashes on my floor
Sometimes I wish I could fly out of my window
Weighing down me
It’s weighing down on me
Cold sweats through my arteries
I can’t breathe
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No one gets it easy
She wants it easy
No one gets it easy
She wants it easy
I need a 60ft yacht,
Some trust fund kids
The promise of a woman in white bikini
Prescription Drugs
Prescription Love
And the miracle to clean up all my dirty martinis
I want it easy
She wants it easy
I want it easy
She wants it easy
I wanna fit in the picture of someone else’s dream
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Morning terrors and the nights of dread
Morning terrors her nights of dread
I get the kind of sun made out of lead
She gets the kind sun made out of lead
It’s weighing down on me
It’s weighing down on me
O Electro Shock Therapy
(Call and Response)
Morning terrors my nights of dread
Morning terrors nights of dread
Morning terrors my nights of dread
Morning terrors nights of dread
Morning terrors my nights of dread
Morning terrors nights of dread
Morning terrors my nights of dread
Morning terrors nights of dread
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Add Value Add Time
05:34
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I’m gonna tell you a story about a hot summer night
At a bar in the Lower East Side
The air was so thick you could cut it with a knife
The sweating crowds so thick it could make you want to cut them with a knife
The rats and the roaches
Crawling out in drove straight out of the sewage pipes
And sanitation may have been on strike
It was the night when someone called the EMT the Police and the Fire Dept.
EMT POLICE THE FIRE DEPARTMENT
EMT POLICE THE FIRE DEPARTMENT
EMT POLICE THE FIRE DEPARTMENT
It was the night you got your stomach pumped
Vodka Bullshit Long Island Ice Tea
When you yuppies become Drunk Ass Punks
Post hedge funds post surgeries
The time you said I’d better lawyer up
Vomiting while you threaten to sue me
All Hail The Golden Calf
when LES puts the blame on the STATE OF NEW JERSEY
EMT POLICE THE FIRE DEPARTMENT
Wa-oh Wa-oh Wa-oh Wa-oh Wa-oh Wa-oh Wa-oh
And I’m charging 8 bucks
To go to hell It’s straight up the stairs.
I’m charging 8 bucks
To go to hell. It’s straight up the stairs. To got to hell
Racist Barbie’s wasted, sippin’ from straws
Holler holler’s ‘bout the back door fees
Ken’s slippin' 50’s, he’s got privilege son
To melt like wax in debauchery
I watch the zombies hump the tetanus floors
In protest of going home with nobody
Fights break cracking bottles on skulls
I watch like the Moses of a loser’s ANARCHY
EMT POLICE THE FIRE DEPARTMENT
Wa-oh Wa-oh Wa-oh Wa-oh Wa-oh Wa-oh Wa-oh
These are not the best minds of my generation
Destroyed by madness
Hysterical naked
These are not the best minds of my generation
Destroyed by madness
Hysterical naked
These are not the best minds.
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After Hours
04:35
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I saw it coming miles away
Under the bleachers as a teenager
Old Age
And the endless failures
A chip on both shoulders
A heart full of dirt
For all the people
bouncing through life
So pure and positively
Ever wonder what happens
To people like me?
Here comes the point of no return
Yeah who in their right mind walks around backwards?
Point of no return
Yeah who in their right mind walk around backwards?
Tiny Chinese ladies
Rollin’
Collecting cans
from the garbage cans
Giggle at my grand delusions
Entitlements
Why should they understand?
I’m a walking parody
For the
many ways
I’ve callously
Escaped the hands that could crush me
Here comes the point of no return
Yeah who in their right mind walks around backwards?
Point of no return
Yeah who in their right mind walk around backwards?
(Spoken)
Why walk when the people have shat all over life’s lonely highway?
(Sung)
I guess I’m the just jester that molests through it my way
No one needs to know
why I
wake up and where I go
No one needs to know where I’ve gotta be
Here’s comes the point of no return
Yeah who in their right mind walks around backwards?
Point of no return
Yeah who in their right mind walks around backwards? (repeat)
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Manhattanoid Creepazoids
02:51
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Rockaway Blues
03:47
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You're Fucking No One
06:07
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Shilpa Ray Brooklyn, New York
Nobody grows up wanting to be an artist’s artist. Appreciated by the sub sect of the sub sect is like being the beauty queen at the leper colony.
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