1. |
Roll Up Roll Out
04:44
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A sweaty basement made of stone stays alight
While it’s night outside in Boston
The smoke clings to the air as we go down the stairs
We take our coats and toss them
I didn’t know what to say on the way
I felt my tongue a little tied
Am I just another fool who noticed you
And started running blind?
The music’s getting started now
Should I hold your hand? But I don’t know how
Wish I could hear you but it’s too damn loud
Roll up
And roll out
Show up
Let’s go out
Now we’re dancing in the dimly lit house
I look at you and you at me
Your eyes outshine the neon lights
That drape around the pillars painted green
And beneath the ivy forest on the stage
The Twisted Oak fills the void
And for just an evening there’s a freeing
Feeling of the song and the soul being joined
The music’s blasting in our ears
We drink the songs that were planted here
In the Garden as we’re breathing in the atmosphere
Roll up
And roll out
Show up
Let’s go out
And at the end of the show we say goodbye
I probably could’ve kissed you if I tried
But the heat from the house is gone
And left my feet cold
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2. |
The Final Cut
02:55
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You’re a nine to five job
You're a butcher that's been slain
You’re a high-brow low-life midwife
You’re a cross that's up in flames
You’re a leper that’s been euthanised
You’re an ass that went lame
You’re an alcoholic mom
Who's drunk on cheap champagne
Don’t you love that you made
Made the final cut?
The movie’s playing forwards
Now the door's been shut
Don’t you love that you made
Made the final cut?
The scars have been healed
I even pity you somewhat
You’re a bible-beltist preacher
You’re the spit that’s out of spite
You’re the raging, fucking lunatic
That Congress can't indict
You’re the shit beneath my boot
You’re a J without a light
You’re a carcass to me now
You're just a character I write
Don’t you love that you made
Made the final cut?
The movie’s playing forwards
Now the door's been shut
Don’t you love that you made
Made the final cut?
You're older and you're sorry?
Well I couldn't give a fuck
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