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Balo
03:23
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We're going to a gay bar with a horticulturalist
He'll beat a motherfucker up just because he's Irish
Best damn drinker that you'll ever meet
An alcoholic catastrophe
His breath may smell like a brewery
He'll drive the ladies wild with the hopps and barley
Two bottles down of Irish whiskey
He'll finish out the day in the Welfare Beer League
We've picked our spots in the fire below
And I'll be damned if he'll never show
Let's drink in hell with BALO
I wanna drink like a BALO
DRINK!!!
We've got our doctrines we've got our degrees
From Inebriation University
He can fuel a flame with his blood for days
With all that liquor coursing through his veins
He's got a shit eating grin like a typical Mic
A dry sense of humor that goes perfect with it
It's under the table where you're drinks may be
At the end of the night after all that whiskey
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2. |
Functioning Alcoholic
02:54
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Panic panic
Is what he says when the beer well is running dry
He kept it cryptic
With his liquid habits hiding in plain sight
A viscous stroll
Through the varicose veins
And the plaintiffs calling out
You're a liar and a drunk
I'm a Functioning Alcoholic
A reveler of mind and soul
I'm a Functioning Alcoholic
Take away the double A
Remind me why I always trip and fall
Defrost before display
My heart is yours to take
I'm a lush with a crush
For a pint of a bitter beer or a sweet amenity
I may slur my words
With a little double vision
But the Doc says it's ok
You're an inebriate for good
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3. |
Death Won't Do Us Part
03:25
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There's places that I've been
That I never wanna be again
It's my drinking over love
That's one of them
With a calloused heart and a liver in distress
I'm a match amongst accelerants
So please hold off on all your prayers for me
You're responsible for flatlining me
It was a picture perfect life
Apparently the camera got used to it
Took too many photos of something he loved
Now the shutter won't close and the lense is cracked
He's held up in a dark room somewhere
With baggy eyes and greasy hair
Developing the end
Overexposed are all of your pictures my dear
Death won't do us part
I'll drag your soul to hell
You and I both know that's where we're going
So please hold on tight
To those caustic words
Before that filament burns out of that bright light
In death it's still your love that I'm holding
I had this pain in my chest
That you finally laid to rest
As I entertained your lips
To keep you warm in the cold
Baby please just render me
Pull me down from the rafters
And I'll unfold my bat wings
Death won't do us part
I'll drag your soul to hell
You and I both know that's where we're going
It's the feel of your skin
It's warm and smooth like Vicodin
Just enough blood running to keep the moment
Let me know where you'll be
And I'll hold back anxiety
Along with my jealousy unfettered
So please hold on tight
To those caustic words
Before that filament burns out of that bright light
In death it's still your love that I'm holding
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4. |
Postmortem Love
03:22
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'd give up all my oxygen
To loosen up your lips for just one night
I'd love to hear what's on your mind
It's been a long day and I can tell by
The tone in your voice
That headache is never leaving
And that sore back always seems to stick around
You looked at me in disbelief
As if we never held our love together well
With glazed over eyes and cracking lips
One foot in the grave before the other slips
It's a bitch to remember that old age
Seems to set in quick
You're so stubborn and unavowed
Asking questions is now allowed
I'd rather have you scream at me
Than to lose you my dear
And when I'm dead and gone they'll say
I wish I could just hear him play
That song he wrote for me
But I'll be visiting you every night
You looked at me in disbelief
As if we never held our love together well
With glazed over eyes and cracking lips
One foot in the grave before the other slips
It's a bitch to remember that old age
Seems to set in quick
Old age seems to set in quick
I wish that I could tell you
How much you meant
I wish I never had to die
With you still left in lement
And when I'm dead and gone
It's my heart with you I'll keep
Then I know it's you and I
Postmortem love while we sleep
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Celosa
03:31
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I've got a certain criteria
I've got a map up in my head
I guess we'll cross that bridge
If and when we haven't burned it down yet
You're unavowed yet I'll allow
Some room for my patience
I know it hurts when it breaks
Please believe me when I say
Sometimes you have to let it go for fuck sake
Break a leg is what they tell you
When you walk out on stage
It seems brash for a minute
So they tell you calm down
But you don't know how
With this counterproductive cotton mouth
So celosa why do you bother with me
It's a shame that I blame such a pretty face
For turning sour so quickly I need
Another remedy to bash my head in
And hold my down while I dream
Of anything good that seems to come from jealousy
Oh baby
Why do you bother with me
You held it in you're turning blue
I feel there's something
That you recently forgot how to do
So let it go or they will say
Here lies Celosa the romantic tragedy
Oh baby
Why do you bother with me
One day we'll say
What did we learn from jealousy
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