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Between the night and day
lost in the law of averages
what would you know
unless you'd lived a life of it?

They say the kid sold out,
in love with himself run ragged,
always looked to be a man of action
cause that's what the old man
should have been but
this world it wore him out
this world it wears you out

I dissapeared today
i went under
if only for a second
and i found where the light drown
if you lay down you can dissapear
altogether

I got me a whore head
i got me a day star
i lost me control of myself
and baby i don't want it back
no i don't want to be like that
if this is us in control of ourselves

Between the night and day
and so few eyes left open
your forgiveness ain't a neighborhood
that i'm looking to live in
maybe this world it wore me out
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Hey Mr. Chips
how's the wife?
And are the kids still poison?
Do you still eat them?
Been under the gun,
running the guns
say how'd this world get so fucking fun
all of a sudden?

Here's a quarter for the phone
why don't you call someone and find out
how it is we can all belong
to something that no one
wants any part of
one day you'lll wake up and they'll be
advertising on police cars
and your death will sell you out
as someone smart,
somewhat smart

Baby don't get out out of bed,
just lay back down your pretty head
and they're advertising on police cars

Hey Mr. Chips,
had me a notion
like a burning sky dropped to the ocean
a bitter pill, is it better still
to lay undone your guts for show?
To reconstruct some of your bones?
To turn it up?
When it calls to you will you wake up?

They're advertising on police cars
your death will sell you out as someone smart,
somewhat smart
baby don't get out of bed,
just lay back down your pretty head
they're advertising on police cars



Made a man out of me
A killing machine
Your baby's going to die ma
Your baby's coming home
You know they put a man on the moon
Simply to prove that we all need a place to go
Where we're not known
Where we're not
And to a lesser degree
I can recall breathing easy
But the deficit rolls
Built up I suppose
Picking up the pieces
Of another fucked up reason
For selling of some freedom that was never free
Well, never abseloutely
Never abseloutely

Made a mess out of me
A killing machine
Sometimes when I need them
If I look hard enough to see them
I can find my feet
As I push against gravity
In and out of having them been
Led by defeat
So one more time's all I need



Don't fail me now
Don't you even fucking think it
We're dead somehow
But somehow we're still breathing
The secret's out
But it's too loud to think it
Whatever drowns the counting machines out
That drive you to eat shit
Damn I'll bring them to their knees

Don't leave me now
Don't you even fucking think it
I'm not myself
But somehow I'm still being him
The secret's out
But it's too loud to think it
Whatever drowns the truffle pigs out
That drive you to eat shit
Damn I'll bring them to their knees
Jenn I'll bring them to their knees

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