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White Rails
02:02
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Nobody owes. Nobody owes you anything. Stick it up your ass, you filthy piece of shit. Nobody owes you anything. Ride those white rails. ride those white rails. Ride em right down the fucking drain. Ride those. White rails. And die.
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No Sleep
01:49
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A job that doesn't pay. No sleep, no sleep. Bills piling up at home. No sleep, no sleep. I'm grinding down. Repairs I can't afford. I'm grinding down. Like a knife in the gut. I'm grinding down. When I try to sleep at night. I'm grinding down.
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Cast Stones
01:20
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Never meet your values, so stand in your glass house. Never meet your values, so stand in your glass house. Cast stones my way, cast stones my way. Righteous parasite. Righteous parasite. Never meet your values, so stand in glass house. Never meet your values, so stand in your glass house. Cast stones my way, cast stones my way. Righteous hypocrite. Pious piece of shit. Miter up your ass. Righteous hypocrite.
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Smoke You Blow
02:45
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Integrity, integrity. You know nothing about integrity. Smoke you blow, smoke you blow. Ain't got time for the smoke you blow. Your soapbox, your soapbox. Based in shit, kick it out. Kick it out, kick it out. From under you. Put you down. Suck my dick.
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Deny It
01:46
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Sometimes it feels like I've wasted my life. But what else does this place have to offer us. Besides unrealistic debt. Sometimes it feels like I've wasted my life. But what else does this place have to offer us. Besides empty materialism. Sometimes it feels like I've wasted my life. But what else does this place have to offer us. Besides depression. Deny it. Sometimes it feels like I've wasted my life. But what else does this place have to offer us. Besides depression. Deny it. This is my way of denying the end.
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Stag Party Asbury Park, New Jersey
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