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Rattlesnake Noose Tattoo
02:30
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A grumpy dive bar celebrity, dressed in his old war uniform and gun, plays cowboy
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HUSH
04:42
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Seems like there's a price on all the heads that poke themselves from the shell.
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Them Angles
03:49
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The lady who works at the grocery store
On the corner down the street from me
He name is Patrice and she's one of America's
Great unpublished freaks
She writes about the things you read
The you Never find on any shelf
And she talks a lot of common folk
Into peering into themselves
And finding something kind of strange
In the way things never change
When anyone who's anyone tries to
Make sure that it stays that way
Then she asks you for your raincoat
And she pulls out all your teeth
Lest you try to tell another soul
All the words that you just breathed
Then she takes those words you coughed up
When she smiled a certain way
And scrambles them into some obscene
Poem negligee
Well, everybody's playing them angles
Everybody's casting a curse
I try to stay away from them angles
Souls travel best in curves
A one time well known waitress
She is waiting on a bellhop
She lights another Camel as she
Steps on the one she just tossed
And the bellhop comes up running he has
Lost her sweet cherry bag
But she breathes a sigh of comfort
That was the last one that she had
The bellhop says to her "may I take you out some time?
Could you use someone to use tonight?"
The waitress says "I'd like that
You just lost my last sweet talking guy"
Everybody's working them angles
Everybody's casting a curse
I try to stay away from them angles
Souls travel best in curves
I met up with Oscar Wilde
He brought the picture of Dorian Gray
And signed it for me quickly
While he looked on the other way
I wondered why he'd leave a thing
So precious for me to be kept
But upon closer inspection
The drawing was only a print
The next day I was arrested
Gray was found dead in a heap
The supposed murder weapon was
Discovered in my bedroom suite
I sat there in my jail cell
Where I saw the mercy seat
And god himself he was in my cell
And he tried to wash my feet
I said "Hey man, you got me wrong
Don't you bat your eyes at me"
And in the blink of an eye
Without a reason why
He made a cursed portrait out of me
So here I am this very day
A living, lifeless corpse
And no one but my portrait now
Can show me any kind of remorse
Well everybody's working them angles
Everybody's laying a curse
I try to stay away from them angles
Souls travel best in curves
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It's been a year since I buried you in the cold, red clay, but in spite of our differences you still decided to stay
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Shaky Hands
05:35
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I brought the gavel word down like it was the last one and now we're done
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I played the game that losers win called taking all the fault
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Cardboard Vase
02:52
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It ain't made like David, who's marbles tryin' to stay. it ain't made like Mona Lisa, who's smile never goes away. it's made of layers of paper for the lucky few to say "I saw it on display just before it blew away."
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Old Man Creaky Bones Wichita, Kansas
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