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I've heard 1000 songs in 1000 different tongues
They say the same things
You burn your offering and sweep me under the rug
It ends the same way
They're little magic kids, little profits in their rooms
They say the same things
Can we smoke, can we smoke cigarettes in hell?
Can we smoke, can we smoke cigarettes in hell?
You preach electric light to the dead kids roaming the night
You are the salesman
Your words are Pontiacs broke down on the side of the road
You are the dead man
I've walked 1000 miles just to be some bones in the yard
It ends the same way
Can we smoke, can we smoke cigarettes in hell?
Can we smoke, can we smoke cigarettes in hell?
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Clean the dust out from my head
In your daddy's new Pontiac
I can hear as the wind blows
And you rattle in your cage
Sometimes just being mean
Is a way to say goodbye
In your daddy's new Pontiac
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Jerusalem—Electric
02:06
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I can follow any light
That leads me up and to the sun
To melt these wings of wax and bone
Jerusalem my home I fall
Mirages fade when mirrors break
Intangible this holy land
It's going it's going it's going it's going gone
Electric prayers into the earth
She groans and quakes with belly aches
Your words you scrape upon the wall
No seers hand no sacred stone
Your fevered tongues imprisonment
Mistaken for the holy word
It's going it's going it's going it's going gone
I can follow any light
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Hunt+Gather
02:48
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I can hunt and gather with the best of the pack
They're sharpening sticks and there's blood in their teeth
They're out in the streets drawing lines in the sand
I can hunt and gather with the best of the pack
It's not what you think it is
It's just a state of being
I can hunt and gather with the best of the pack
They're sharpening sticks and there's blood in their teeth
They're out in the streets drawing lines in the sand
I can hunt and gather with the best of the pack
So what?
You think that makes your experience unique?
I can hunt and gather with the best of the pack
I can hunt and gather with the best of the pack
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Teenage Drug Dealer
00:59
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A drug dealing teenager has money to burn
On mountain dew breath and menthol cigarettes
He can find what you need, he's the parking lot king
Between the gaps of sidewalk cracks and gutter sanctuaries
They've bottled his youth
They're going to sell it to you
He's the pause and decay of a broken eight track tape
The breath between a ceiling spinning
Will he slip into the ribbons of the sun?
Or will he fall into the valley underneath your car seat?
They've bottled his youth
They're going to sell it to you
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Pontiac
04:31
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Haven't left my bed for days
But your daddy's got a new Pontiac
I haven't been feeling too good
Caught up on the way things could be
We could drive to the county line
Put some sunshine in your teeth
In your daddy's new Pontiac (x4)
Clean the dust out from my head
In your daddy's new Pontiac
I can hear as the wind blows
And your rattle in your cage
Sometimes just acting mean
Is a way to say goodbye
In your daddy's new Pontiac (x4)
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Ribbons of the Sun
00:58
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