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Old Brains
02:43
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Finally you come to treat me as bad as I treat you
When everything feels old except my brains
My body came around to finally settle down
To find out that you just don’t feel the same
And every girl I’ve known, and everything I own
And every day I wake up in’s been cursed
And when all is said and done, I know where it comes from
And in the end I probably deserve worse
And I loved New York City and she always stuck there with me
She never asked me where or what I’d been
But I have learned since, that the devil is her pimp
And we don’t come out as clean as we came in
Leave old men high and dry, they wait around to die
And now they finally got a good excuse to
Girls don’t look at you the same
I’m pretty sure that these old brains
Don’t think any different than they used to
Leave old men high and dry, they wait around to die
And you got someone else who’s gonna use you
Just like me it ends the same
I’m pretty sure that these old brains
Think more highly than they used to
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The Fly!
04:00
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You’ve been working hard ever since the day you met.
Your girl spent every dollar now you’ve got nothing left.
Somethin’ just ain’t right on her side of the bed
And you’re thinkin’ she’s been cheatin’ but you can’t prove nothin’ yet…
She won’t look you in the eye when you ask her where she’s been
Last night she left the screen door open and all the flies got in
Your ear is always buzzin, you cannot lie still
And in your dreams you hear this little voice that’s tellin’ you to KILL!
The California sun’ll bake you to bones
Lie down in the sand and the flies’ll take you home
Let the maggots be your friends and family
There ain’t no reason you should have to die alone
You’re still dreamin’ that she’s cheatin and the woman ain’t no good
In your dreams you drag a pretty girl and company into the woods
You can’t hear them breathin’, bodies are cold and still
And there’s a little voice still in your ear that’s tellin’ you to KILL!!
You woke up this mornin’, you were stickin’ to your sheets
Blood underneath your fingernails and boots still on your feet
Wearin’ someone else’s watch for reasons still unclear
A poundin’ in your head and still that buzzin’ in your ear
The California sun’ll bake you to bones
Lie down in the sand and the flies’ll take you home
Let the maggots be your friends and family
There ain’t no reason you should have to die alone
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Back from the Dead
03:19
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Back from the dead, I got bored to tears
And a couple of old phone numbers, that haven’t worked in years
You haven’t been home in so long it felt like no one even knew you were gone
You left ‘em all behind back then and now you’re crawling home again
Back from the dead, got some time to kill
No home for some old keys and a twenty dollar bill
No one’s around no more and I’m knocking on old doors
Looking for a friend to watch the sun go down again
Before it gets cold I’ll go down South for a while
I’ve got some more time I wanna spend
Somewhere I can be where there ain’t no memories of me
Somewhere I can lose myself again
Back from the dead and I’ve got time to kill
I’ve got some old names and a twenty dollar bill
But no one’s around no more and I’m knocking on old doors
Looking for a friend to watch the sun come up again
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Instrumental
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Bedtime for Bozos
03:14
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Well the ground is frozen solid and the moon is sittin’ high
On this cold, cold night we will say our last goodbye
I can feel their eyes all over me but none yet within sight
Nothin’s holy, nothin’s sacred tonight
Be sure to dress warm, it’s cold out there tonight
And if you only knew what lies ahead!
It’s the end of the road and away you must go!
Tonight, the wolves put you to bed
No more days of easy livin’ sans a heart that finally seized
The things that used to build you up
Have finally brought you to your knees
And God knows all them women fell in the arms of other men
And things you used to think were beautiful
Turned on you in the end
Be sure to dress warm, it’s cold out there tonight
And if you only knew what lies ahead!
It’s the end of the road and away you must go!
Tonight, the wolves put you to bed
Well the hills have all turned on you, you can taste the poison breeze
And the trees will claw your eyes out to protect your enemies
And the quiet town below you, you once lived in a dream
Will hang you once they fall upon your evil little schemes!
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After all these years I know the wrong thing to say
And they still don’t have a pill to make my words go away
If I rolled back an hour, I would never let you leave
And the neighborhood ain’t safe like it used to be
Saying all the wrong things again
We don’t fall apart, but we always on the mend
After all this time, you still cannot hide
And sometimes the devil gets inside
You take it to heart, but they’re just words passing through
And I’m wandering ‘round the dark, trying to think like you
Should I give in nice and easy, go home and get some sleep
Or should I make you sweat it out back on the street
Saying all the wrong things again
We don’t fall apart, but we always on the mend
After all this time, you still cannot hide
And sometimes the devil gets inside
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For a twenty dollar bill and a little bit of change
An old woman left for dead but the old bullet missed her brain
Back home he had a girl and she’d be praying for the day
They’d finally have a reason to drag that man away
3 days out and time to kill!
Nothing left to lose
Blood left to spill!
And all the wounds would heal, an old woman would pull through
4 years of his belong to the state, and now his girl belongs to you
When he walks away, he won’t love her any less
He’s got a broken heart and your name and your address
3 days out and time to kill!
Nothing left to lose
Blood left to spill!
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Ol' Boy, Old Rope
03:50
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The first of five sons, they gave him a month
So no one ever gave the boy a name
But he grew up all wrong with a light that wouldn’t turn on
Somewhere deep inside a half a brain
They kept him locked up in a room with walls that no light could get through
But he would go on breathing just the same
Twenty years alone, we fed him our bones
A giant, impossible to keep
Four brothers tried a man, who’d crush them with his bare hands
When they tried to kill him in his sleep
No one ever called him by a name
There was only one, but they were five
The ol’ boy never spoke, he hit the end of that old rope
It took about a week for him to die
Don’t say that there were five…
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Angel Plays Dirty
03:09
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You cannot go back once you get burned
And angels they play dirty once they turn
Whatever pain you caused, theirs will be much worse
They know how to get you where it hurts
Have you forgotten, has it been too long
For me to come back and admit that I was wrong
Or will it all fall apart on me in the end?
Sometimes in the beginning you go blind
You get so strung out that you miss signs
You’d turn on a girl who’d tear you apart
You knew she was bad times from the start
Have you forgotten, has it been too long
For me to come back and admit that I was wrong
Or will it all fall apart on me in the end?
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Matt Witte New York, New York
Finger rippin', country pickin' tears in your beers country, folk and blues from the Northeast Coast.
M. Witte was born in Jersey, resides in Brooklyn and is the bastard son of Chainsaw III and Coach N’ Commando. Find him touring up and down the country in basements, sidewalks and music venues coast to coast.
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