1. |
Hardly Know Her
03:37
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I know you by the way you chew your hair
Always smacking your lips, spittinâ everywhere
I know you by the way you tie your shoes
Always one by one, never two by two
I know you by the way you walk
I know you by the way you talk around
Like politicians never get the good light
Always say theyâre down bad for the good fight
I know you by the way you move
Sway your hips and watch them swoon
Iâve never been up this path
Iâve never been down so bad
I heard you grow watermelons by the bay
Fucked around down there on a Thursday
I heard you got caught with a fire bird
Little did you know that word was the bird, babe
I heard you did things out there
I heard the devil cut your hair
I heard you packed your skin full of black ink
Just to impress some girl that you met in the drink, babe
I know you by the way you move
Sway your hips and watch them swoon
Iâve never been up this path
Iâve never been down so bad
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la
I need help, I need help, I need help
I know you by the way you move
Sway your hips and watch them swoon
Iâve never been up this path
Iâve never been down so bad
I know you by the way you chew your hair
Always smacking your lips, spittinâ everywhere
I know you by the way you tie your shoes
Always one by one, never two by two
I know you by the way you walk
I know you by the way you talk around
Like politicians never get the good light
Always say theyâre down bad for the good fight
I know you by the way you move
Sway your hips and watch them swoon
Iâve never been up this path
Iâve never been down so bad
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2. |
Honey Bunny
05:19
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Donât walk on by
With that sly grin like you always tend to do
And donât act surprised
When those sour dreams turn out to be the truth
And I wonât say I told you so
But I wonât take the blame for you
So why donât you grow a sense
And find somebody new to chew
And donât act confused
When you got nothing left to lose
Honey bunny
And if I were you
I would find someone new to chew
Honey bunny
And donât act so scared
When the end of the world is here, dear
Itâs not like you had eternities to prepare
So when the sun implodes
Or our minds decide to go donât fear
Iâm sure youâll get over all of us by next year
And donât act confused
When you got nothing left to lose
Honey bunny
And if I were you
I would find someone new to chew
Honey bunny
And Iâve gotten used
Accustomed to the shit you do
Honey bunny
So if I were you
I would find someone new to chew
Honey bunny
And donât act confused
When you got nothing left to lose
Honey bunny
And if I were you
I would find someone new to chew
Honey bunny
And Iâve gotten used
Accustomed to the shit you do
Honey bunny
So if I were you
I would find someone new to chew
Honey bunny
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3. |
Crows Go
03:55
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The barn shakes when the wind blows
I do not know where the time goes
I lost track when those cowboys
Road on bare back making all that noise
The local whore, she doesnât know much
I can tell that sheâs got a big crush
On a rich man from Calgary
I donât think he sees what she sees
The crows go when the wind blows
The crows go when the wind blows
The crows go when the wind blows
The crows go when the wind blows
My heart scratches up your left sleeve
I donât know where heâs tryna be
My collar never gets too loose
My bestest friend is a humble noose
The haystacks block all the sun
I cannot fall for another one
Your high beams are too damn bright
I canât see past your underbite
The crows go when the wind blows
The crows go when the wind blows
The crows go when the wind blows
The crows go when the wind blows
The crows go when the wind blows
The crows go when the wind blows
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4. |
Trudge
03:31
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I keep being told to be quiet
Youâve got a disease, I can cure it
My medicine might make you silly
I wonât tell you lies but the truth will get ya
I I I I I wonât tell you lies
I I I I I wonât make you cry
I I I I I will be your friend
But a friend is just a weapon in disguise
Your belly aches, I couldnât care less
Iâll hold your hair when you vomit
Donât trust the words of your parents
I wonât be your god, but youâre welcome to protest it
I I I I I wonât tell you lies
I I I I I wonât make you cry
I I I I I will be your friend
But a friend is just a weapon in disguise
I I I I I wonât tell you lies
I I I I I wonât make you cry
I I I I I will be your friend
But a friend is just a weapon in disguise
I canât see straight
You canât kill me
Lock your door
Donât try to please me
You make me laugh
Ha ha ha ha
I I I I I wonât tell you lies
I I I I I wonât make you cry
I I I I I will be your friend
But a friend is just a weapon in disguise
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5. |
Thr33:Thirt33n
04:07
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I found you sitting calmly in the shower of another house
And you canât get out
Your halo chokes you softly and I donât know how
3:13 on the stove top and the kettle screams
Your name
I canât get my feet to stay in place
The hardwood creeks softly when the man stands up
He knows
That the reapers always been so close
He knows, he knows
The shoe box in the closet letâs his secrets out
So loud
His bones always seemed to let him down
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6. |
Bucket Leaks
04:33
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My bucketâs got leaks
Iâll fix it next week
Thatâs what I tell myself
Just another empty promise
Something worthless
Something else
My chimney needs sweeps
Hope she donât leave me
I canât be by myself
Just another empty picture
Took it with her
Left on the shelf
I patch it up with makeshift bandages on my knees
I see you in a different light than youâve ever seen me
I donât know why I donât know why
I built these walls just to tear them down
Kitchen on fire, hung from the wire
Everything burns just to bring me down
I donât know why I donât know why
I built these walls just to tear them down
Kitchen on fire, hung from the wire
Everything burns just to bring me down
My buckets got leaks
Take it down the creek
Fill it with something else
Just another inconvenience
Broke-bone genius
Smoked me out
My windows need cleaned
Pine chair beneath me
Pine wood canât bend itself
Gotta fix that leaking faucet
God-face prophet
Fuck yourself
I patch it up with makeshift bandages on my knees
I see you in a different light than you've ever seen me
I donât know why I donât know why
I built these walls just to tear them down
Kitchen on fire, hung from the wire
Everything burns just to bring me down
I donât know why I donât know why
I built these walls just to tear them down
Kitchen on fire, hung from the wire
Everything burns
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7. |
Honky Tonk Cat
03:40
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You wash your hands of
All this filthy shit, but
You still go to bed
With a dirty conscience
I wanna know what
You hide in your room
Beneath your twin bed
Is it something good?
Do you feel embarrassed?
Do you feel that guilt?
Is there something real nasty building itâs home under there?
I wanna know what
You think when Iâm gone
Do you think about all the foul things that turn you on?
Are you feeling normal?
Do you feel okay?
Do you think that everybody in this room feels the same way?
You wash your hands of
All this filthy shit, but
You still go to bed with a dirty conscience
You say âdaddy, donât walk so damn fastâ
I hate your guts, so donât get so mad
You dance just like a honky tonk cat
I wanna see you lay on your back
You hide all the dark
Inside of your head
Behind a brick wall of happiness
You act so tough, but
You like it rough, but
You canât feel a thing
Unless itâs frightening
You want it harder
Youâre screaming louder
Youâre moving faster
But you canât make it end
You say âdaddy, donât walk so damn fastâ
I hate your guts, so donât get so mad
You dance just like a honky tonk cat
I wanna see you lay on your back
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8. |
Slingshot
02:55
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My old man, heâs got a shotgun
Heâs always got someone to outrun
Heâs wanted by the blue for first-degree
I donât think he knows about me
He lives in a shack, oh, out west
He chops his own wood on his land
Heâs got a dog, itâs dark as can be
My mama told me stories to scare me
I knew a boy he had a slingshot
He causes trouble, never seemed to get caught
He landed in the cage at fourteen
I think he was the same age as me
He broke out when he turned nineteen
Road a bike out west to Calgary
Met a man in a shack with a good old dog
He fed him and taught him how to write some songs
They made a gang and terrorized the west coast
People watched as they burned down the red rose
I heard they got caught on the borderline
Sixteen bullets did their things to take their lives
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9. |
Adult Nightmares
06:28
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Yar, she blows!
The tin bucket's tipping
Tryna sneak a peak before the curtains thicken
Slick, silk linen
Gets the blood dripping
Hoist up the flag before the clock starts ticking
Oi! I've got a vision
Of horsemen visitinâ
Burning up the earth with her heart still in it
Hurtinâ something bad when my hearts not in it
Digging up a grave just to put spit in it
Hold your horses, the hour handâs twisting
Our hands touch, my spine starts twitching
Drink a lot of poison âcause I'm fed up living
âLive, laugh, loveâ on the wall in the kitchen
Body is a dog it needs a walk when it's timid
Graveyard watches and she yearns from a distance
Quicksand sorrow is a sweet thing to sink in
Stuck in a stew without a pot to piss in
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10. |
Pigs Fly
04:51
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The painter cries when the paint dries
I donât see worth in all his white lies
He better run when those pigs fly
This writerâs got guns and those wild eyes
The painter hides with the train times
He knows the smoke is not a good sign
He doesnât know heâs already died
Iâve killed him more than a dozen times
The painter cries when his insides
Get thrown around on the playground
Drive that knife inside of his gut now
Twist that blade and drop his scrawny knees down
Iâve heard the words of the lord, loud
She says my soul is ready hell bound
Iâve seen the colour of the paint now
Itâs red like blood and rushing through this town
The painter hides with the train times
He knows the smoke is not a good sign
He doesnât know heâs already died
Iâve killed him more than a dozen times
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Dad Patrol Fredericton, New Brunswick
Jonathan Marino - Drums
Zachary Pelletier - Lead Guitar
Gregor Dobson - Vocals
Simon Boudreau - Rhythm
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