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Gold, God, and Glory
03:49
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I’ve done bad for the country
I sold my soul just to get a little bit higher
Well--- Cut my hair on a silver bullet
Push the needle and pins through it
Talking through my teeth at night
Who are you to say whats right?
Soldiers marching in a row
Mother mary, hell she knows
Uncle sam only wants the able
God don’t care he’ll make you disabled (x2)
I’m going on my third D.U.I.
All my friends they love me because I get them all high
Well--- Cut my hair on a silver bullet
Push the needle and pins through it
Talking through my teeth at night
Who are you to say whats right?
Soldiers marching in a row
Mother mary, hell she knows
Uncle sam only wants the able
God don’t care he’ll make you disabled (x2)
Soldiers marching in a row
Mother mary, hell she knows
Uncle sam only wants the able
God don’t care he’ll make you disabled (x2)
Gold, god and Glory (x4)
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Space Age
03:18
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Statues
04:35
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It’s been a long hard winter
But I’ll sing like a canary; in late july
And my mockingbird doesn’t speak to well because it knows what you’re after
The ocean on my breath oh darling; I’ve always lied
And when I talk to my puppets at night; they’re all so reassuring
And when the nausea kicks in you know it’s the chemicals--------
You are; we are; I am (x2)
Psy--- cho (x2)
You are yours and I am mine; we are running out of time
You are yours and I am mine; we are running out of ---
Time---- As a statue
Where are your pillars of virtue
Woh-oh I’m a statue
Where are your pillars of virtue; of virtue
Mother was always right
Who are you to spend the night
Mother sings and mother thinks; mother gives me everything
I’m falling; She’s calling; me, back home-----
You are; we are; I am (x2)
Psy--- cho (x2)
Woh-oh I’m a statue
Where are your pillars of virtue
Woh-oh I’m a statue
Where are your pillars of virtue; of virtue
You are; we are; I am (x2)
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The Gambler
03:54
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Troublemaker since I’ve been born
No officer I could have sworn
The chips are fake but my luck is real
I’m not a con I just love to steal
Blackmail tearing ties
Bloody bones; tears gone dry
Gambling till I die
I’ve been living in a---
(in a) Disguise it’s so unholy
I am just another phony
A soldier with treason on the run
Living life under the gun (x2)
You’re my girl; by the end of the day
I can fold; in every single way (x2)
Eh-oh-eh-oh-eh-oh
Try and stop me
Eh-oh-eh-oh-eh-oh
Nobody could
Give a dog a bone
Make him beg for more
Give a dog a bone
Make him beg for more----
Troublemaker since I’ve been born
No officer I could have--
Giving you just another one
Aren’t I the unwanted son
(in a) Disguise it’s so unholy
I am just another phony
A soldier with treason on the run
Living life under the gun (x2)
You’re my girl; by the end of the day
I can fold; in every single way (x2)
You come up to me
You tell me it’s over
The war is over
But where is my clover
And it’s all over----uh----
You’re my girl; by the end of the day
I can fold; in every single way (x2)
I’m the gambler until the day I die
I’m the gambler until the sun does rise
I’m the gambler; yes it’s true
I stole your heart and I’ve got your money too---
Eh-oh-eh-oh-eh-oh
Try and stop me
Eh-oh-eh-oh-eh-oh
Nobody could
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