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Job's Lament
04:30
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Yeah, I know. I know
Sometimes the sun falls on the wrong side of the door
But the fact that it shines at all
Should be more than enough for us
But it ain't and we fumble for a key
It's a meaningless end
For every hole in the heart was trumped by one in the head
And down the barrel of that smoking gun
You throw your prayers like a penny in the well
Well I hope that last breath ain't so shallow
Maybe next train will be a bit smoother ride
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2. |
Lamb in Wolves' Clothing
03:40
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A lamb in wolves' clothing with a fresh pack of failures and in need of good excuse
To be on my heels and reeling from a dream I could only have dreamt of you
And it's a strong man, baby, who can wear these scars like a badge of honor; with an air of pride
And it's a lame horse standing dead on it's hooves
Having spent all of his pennies on the luck of another mule
And in a dream they told me that your head'd be on a platter 'cause I got you home just as they had got the letter
And I, through a crooked tooth, lied
And later when they showed your face, my dear
I buried my eyes in my fists
And I, with the undertaker, cried
'Cause I had stumbled through the back door, scratched at every tile
I'd stretched a final cigarette and stumbled all the miles
Hell I even prayed to Jesus for your soul
But once the tragedy had ended and the comedy began
I smiled to all the undertakers wicked and the damned
'Cause there was only one thing left worth believing in
And that would be love my dear
Now I'm a lamb in wolves clothing with a fresh pack of failures and in need of good excuse
To be on my heels and reeling from a dream I could only have dreamt of you
And it's a strong man baby, who can wear these scars
Like a badge of honor, with an air of pride
And it's a lame horse standing dead on these hooves
Having spent all of my pennies on the luck of another fool
Now the fog ate the city and the city was lost to the world it was living and the rain came down
To wash away the sins of all the people of the city and the people of the city were lost, I say
Now the fog ate the city and the city was lost to the world it was living and the rain came down
And washed away the sins of all the people of this city and the people of the city
The people of the city
The people of the city were lost
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3. |
One in a Thousand
04:11
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It could be such a good life to lead if I wasn't constantly on the sly
On a tributary low road that keeps pulling all my focus from the top of the pile
And I swore I wasn't one of those lonely people, but the life I'm leading begs the question why
I became the seven legged spider dancing on a silk thread
Weave a pretty web only to catch a fly
When every one in a thousand eyes will take me anywhere but home
And the pigeon king of rubble keeps his feathers in a ruffle on his back
And the nymphomancer itches at the stubble on his chin as another ace is pulled from the stack
When a matchbook gives you something to believe in
And the neons brighten all that once was black as yesterday
I'll never go back, I am never going back
No I'm never going back to that web
Where every one in a thousand eyes will take me anywhere but home
Take me, take me back, take me back, back, take me back
Take me take me back to that path down which a man can find his way home
And bring me around the corner of the wall and let there be not a brick or mortar blocking my way back to you, baby
You and those pretty green eyes
Those one in a thousand eyes
Looking everything like home
I could be such a good man if I could rid myself of pindles
And the threads I wove into the sheets of romances rekindled
Put to rest the nights that should've died before they fell to sleep
And put the shackles on the shoes that left before they learned to creep
And chart a new map, plot a new course
Cease the beating of that dead horse
That led me 'round in circles to the mirage of an oasis
That upon closer inspection was the tangled woven web
That I weaved into the corners where the flies all meth their ends
That which I wish only to leave echoes of footsteps
That which I wish to leave no trace upon my soul
That which I wished and prayed on every star, most every single night that someone reach me down here
Pull me out the hole
And break the molding that I sprung from
The chains you learn to live with
The patterns in the family quilt
The rules to be of service
To those one in a thousand eyes, looking anything like home
But those one in a thousand eyes
Looking anything like home
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4. |
Day at the Races
04:23
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I placed my meager wager on a horse that always lost
Arriving hours and one halves late to a race it never knew it was even running
And I was running
They tell me, "Son, you're waiting at the train station for a ghost train to hell"
Well hell is love and love is everything
I'd be everything for you, you
You treat me a tool, a tool in love, in lust a fool
For you, I do, I do, I do
I run well beyond you
But some races, they were never meant to be won
And this is one, all bets are on
A finish of professional relationships
Arms distance from each other
A wicked game played well could be so profitable
Keep your wallets in your pockets
Your money ain't no good around here, boys
The watering hole holds a contest, "The Stallion with the Longest Face"
They wear their tails in stylish ways, between their legs
Eighty dollar manicures for hoof
And cheap colognes have served to prove
They're here for you, my dear
But you were nowhere to be seen
Southbound on the rails, back to that scene
Where we were green
Amateur ethnographers
Fresh off the farm
They'd prodded us with Marx as spurs
Oh, we so hated them all
Enter into the daily grind where all these thoughts are undermined
It's a beautiful day for a race, wouldn't you say?
Out gate one, it's "Father's Pride"
Gate two is "Yet To Be Determined"
Three through eight, they alternate from "Sticks" to "Stones"
They're breaking me down
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