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This is falling apsrt
sinking fast
this is medication
and my bottle's running short
you can't dance in front of me
but you can dance into my dreams
where everything's not so fucked up
I'll trace your jawline into a kiss
I'll shoot my arrows into loveless bliss
addicted to this like coke
you once said
You were a dancer once
so turn your grace into my life support
give my regards to their opinions
cause I'm packin up and leavin
Give me a spotlight
make me shine like moonlit snow
scratch that
I want out of it all
care to lose me in your crowd?
We're comin outta this like wartorn heroes
with badges from a past we'd rather forget
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Sex! Sex! Sex!
01:48
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Down here where the heads hang low
where the posture slumps and curls
you'll never squeeze a drop from us
you'll never feel the shock from us
in high school we were barely blips
on your radar
now look at us
our nation's favorite fallen stars
Now like ravaged rape victims
you'll never fuck us again
cause fake flowers may last forever
but roses won't collect dust
We're here to tell you
we don't need you anymore
so thanks for all your help
but we're livin fast and movin forward
The dildo of progress won't be spreading these cheeks wide
ignored us long enough to miss us clawing up your backs
To the world
the shortest fuck we've ever had
the thickest cum we've ever swallowed
we ain't your fuckin whores no more
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3. |
Amateur Smoker
02:47
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There should be a noose here
for me to hang my reputation
(the smokes are all just butts now
this party's dead)
and its just me now
making excuses into a hobby
(too possesive
unimpressive)
The same weak-hearted asshole
you've spent over a year on
the same too-honest asshole
you've shed too many a tear on
and its not me now
just a sore-luck shadow
with ashtray breath
and an iceberg heart
so who wants to take this home to mom and dad?
its not so cut and dry
and its not so black and white
its a hick town kid
with a shit-luck past
who can't decide which is worse
legendary
or left alone?
so carry on little girl
and move on to something better
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4. |
Slow Sick Sleep
02:58
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Its a fucking fake rat race, oh dear
and this city's full of fucking snakes, oh dear
they'll sink their teeth in til the passion's gone
yeah they'll suck you dry and lick the bones
leave you used up like dead telephones
They won't just
let you live and breathe and love
its not enough
they need the loss
they need you sleepless, lifeless, loveless
til your house becomes a cell
til your heart don't beat so well
til you're smothered in their hell
this city's fake like fortune tellers
promises
with fingers crossed
shake the hand
that's shakin you
We know the truth
and its not what's spilling from your lungs
or crawlin through your keyboards
we know the truth behind your words
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Jet Black St. Louis, Missouri
Jet Black was a post-punk band in St. Louis from 2003-2005
Joseph Sulier-Vocals
Mike Schmitz-
Guitar
Andrew Diaz-Bass
Mitch Morris-Drums
Past Members:
Josh Levi-Bass
Mat Allsup-Bass (for one show)
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