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Mud Puddle
03:47
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I fell in a dirty mud puddle, and I scraped my shin
You saw, and you gave me a bandage. Do I want to come in? (Hell, yes)
This song's a completely true accounting of the facts of the matter
You cleaned all the mud off my boots and you offered me some water
Chorus
I've been waiting here so long, long, long
Will I ever hear that song, song, song?
You've been taking care of me, me, me
I've been wondering when you'll cut the leash
I died; and I'm not proud of it but I'd do it again
Just once for a whisper of a melody, a touch of your skin (hell, yes)
You laugh, and say, "I'm right here, big boy, the distance ain't far"
I'll try, but I can't touch you, cuz I can't see where you are
Your heart is all I ever wanted and a truckload more
Your kiss; I could kiss your lips until my lips get sore
My heart? Well, it's nothing much more than a dirty mud puddle
This song's just like my heart, cuz you know it's not subtle
I've been…
Will I…
You've been…
I've been wondering so I cut the leash
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Command Prompt
03:55
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Brain-bent in a jungle
Of wires and cages
A short sharp surgery
I am an animal, these are my wages
Fly, fly
My final stand
Why, why?
A prompt of command
The code is the code
Neither evil nor good
Instantaneous orgasm
If I could stop it, I would
Chorus
Mother of nature
My brothers and sisters
What they put in my head
Paints the grimmest picture
Fly, fly
My final stand
Why, why?
A prompt of command
Cry, cry
Life, on demand
Die, die
My final command
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On The Brink
03:28
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I languished for days
Was in quite a state
The state of Missouri
It's where I was born
I found out the day before
On the brink I think once more
The shock of your face
All over the place
In places unwanted
My heart, it was torn
Stunned, saddened, and dazed
It was the last page
Last page of your story
I felt so forlorn
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Plug
03:06
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Combination lock
Rental unit paid
On a quiet block
On a sunny day
Look inside and see
Nothing much to comment
This old mystery
And what rests upon it
Click, click slides the gun
Bent at anyone
For a price I do
What I need to do
Coffee shop at dawn
Hardly hear a drip
Hardly anyone
Take another sip
Follow, not too close
Trail a mark for days
I resume my place
Where the skulls are weighed
Softly is the way
Alley blind as bats
There is hell to pay
There's a stray cat
Break
Something gone amiss
Feel so out of place
No longer the grist
Opens to a chase
Have to catch my breath
Have to realign
Out here I caught death
Waiting for a sign
Click, click…
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Strange Torpedo Athens, Georgia
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