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Out Of My Mind Again
04:39
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I’m waiting on the end to come. Desperate in the doorway.
A letter or a kiss from you, either one would do.
I’m out of my mind… again.
There’s red bird on the window-sill singing country songs.
A little boy who lives next door throwing sticks to his dog…
And I’m out of my mind…. Out of my mind… again.
I’m on a mission to win back your heart. Gimme just one chance.
You say it’s all too soon. The ship and the fool.
I’m out of my mind… once again!
There’ll be no Christmas tree without you here.
My resolutions will all be in vain.
Just let me hide behind myself again.
An awkward night and I am standing in the rain.
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Wagon
02:31
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I won’t linger on your doorstep.
I will knock twice then walk away.
There’s no comfort in the summer
When the sunshine is so far away.
So yeah… oh yeah…. I ‘m drinkin’ again.
Yeah oh yeah I’m drinkin’ again
I wrote you letters…. I sent them daily
Aint sure if you got them… I just wanted to say
That I’m sorry for all the dumb shit…
All the lying and messes I made…
And yeah… oh yeah… I’m drinkin’ again
Yeah oh yeah… I’m drinkin’ again.
Well that summer turned to fall
And then my fall turned to spring
If I could just rewind myself
I’d do it all a better way…
But yeah… oh yeah… I’m drinkin’ again
Yeah oh yeah… I’m drinkin’ again.
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3. |
For All Of The Drunks
03:56
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Spent all my money trying to make my dreams come true.
Spent my whole life trying to write a song that touches you.
Spent my wasted youth being such an angry boy….
When did all the things I hate become the things I now enjoy?
I try to be a good man… but you’re only as good as what you love.
… there’s the rub….
Me and all my good friends, we can drink enough to close a bar.
We wake up in the morning and wonder where the hell we are
I’m not saying I am proud of this but I’m not saying that I aint
I know all of the warnings but I guess I’ll never change….
I try to be a good man… but you’re only as good as what you love.
… there’s the rub….
I could throw away this bottle and give up on my dreams
We could pawn all of the gear and head our separate ways.
Is it wisdom when your head is gashed and your hangover lasts for days?
When I woke up on your doorstep I guess I was ashamed…
I try to be a good man… but you’re only as good as what you love.
… there’s the rub….
There’s a special place in heaven… (just ask Matt Woods about heaven…)
FOR ALL US DRUNKS!!!
For all the drunks… for all the drunks…. For all the drunks….
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It’s the moment when you’re bleeding, and laying on the floor and you wonder what the hell you even came here for.
There’s walkie talkie blaring your systematic doom. There’s a bouncer stating his version of how he wiped the floor with you.
Another night on the town….
Just another night on the town…
It’s the night before your birthday. The walls have all closed in. Your mistakes have all been accounted for with an empty bottle of gin.
So you cruise the streets in silence, singing lovesongs in your head. While the boy that crushed your heart is at home in your bed.
Another night on the town….
Just another night on the town…
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5. |
Girlfriend From Hell
03:35
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She seems like a sweetheart… her kiss leaves you tongue-tied
But its all an illusion… you find out at midnight.
Those blue eyes are hard to ignore…
You think she’s your sweetheart… well so does that other boy
And in your delusion… she plays you just like a toy
Those red lips will be the death of you… her kisses will be the death of you…
But you love... your girlfriend from hell.
She’ll be the death of you. She’ll be the death of you…. pink turns to blue.
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If I could go back in time and change one thing….
I ‘d kiss her goodbye… And say I’m sorry…
If I could build a time machine for my heart……
I’d play these wretched sad songs no more…
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7. |
Nasty Jassy
04:17
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All the boys…
Really love your movies.
They watch’em late at night…
They get lost within your eyes.
And you seem so sweet,
And a little bit nasty.
But that’s just what they need
You’re the girl of their dreams.
Just one kiss and they’ll all confess…
A single wish to be with you.
Jasmine Tame… all the boys, they love your name
And they’d do anything to be with you.
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8. |
June 1990
02:01
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Of all the mistakes I’ve made, I have never got over
The stupid choice I made that time you came over.
I was too young and mean, too proud to see…
If I could just go back and do that day over.
Where would my life be at? Would you have loved me forever?
It’s still haunting me, a ghost in my dreams.
still sorry after all this time..
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9. |
File Under Sacred Music
03:55
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My heart is heavy on a February night.
It seems so silly cuz I never even knew you.
I always loved the crazy things you did.
Dressed in black, howling at the kids…
A teenage werewolf with a crocodile smile…
A garabageman with Ivy on his side…
File under sacred music….
File under sacred music…
Me and Amber used to really dig The Crusher
She doesn’t know it but I never did forget her.
We’d drive around, screaming all the words
Sunglasses after dark, barely makin’ turns.
I was a werewolf with a crocodile smile…
A Goo Goo Muck with Ivy on his side…
File under sacred music….
File under sacred music…
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10. |
Drunk and Disorderly
04:45
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Me and Chad… we were half drunk out of our minds
As we stumbled out of a strip joint on McKinley…
We howled at the moon that was hidden by the clouds and the snow fell from the heavens with a whisper…
“All good men are home in their beds!” Chad yelled into the lonesome January.
“All good men are home in their beds…. We swore into the lonesome….
Drunk and Disorderly…. no rosary… no wisdom… just another paddywagon…
Me and Brad… we were half drunk out of our minds as we drove his van the wrong way down McKinley.
The luckiest fools. A tire blows out. Just a block away from absolute disaster.
All good men are home in their beds…. dreaming of the places that they used to go.
All good men are home in their beds… thinking of the dreams they let go.
Drunk and disorderly… no rosary … no wisdom… just another paddywagon….
Me and my friends… we were half drunk out of our minds.
As Dalin drove the van through Virginia.
The luckiest fools. There’s no reason to lie. Always a hop and a skip and a jump from total destruction.
All good men are home in their beds… in the strangest existence I will never know.
All good men are home in their beds… dreaming of the dreams they used to know.
Drunk and disorderly… no rosary … no wisdom… just another paddywagon….
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11. |
Worth A Damn
04:23
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Outside the temperature has dropped again…
But me… hell I don’t feel a thing….
If it’s a question of emptiness…
I can fill myself up with this drink.
She said, “Don’t waste your breath
You’re a drunken mess… and I am so tired of your lies.”
When morning comes tomorrow night
A hazy dream, she’s gone, no goodbye….
Tonight… I ain’t worth a damn
I’ll drink myself to sleep.
Tonight… I ain’t worth a damn
Too many promises I couldn’t keep….
Tonight… I ain’t worth a damn
I’ll drink myself to sleep.
Tonight… I ain’t worth a damn
So many promises I couldn’t keep….
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12. |
Loser Down
02:56
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Lets clear the air my friend…
Lets blast some Slobberbone on the stereo again…
Lets empty the bar with all our noise…
Let’s sit and drink all night and talk about those tours…
Loser down. Loser down.
Lets make a mess of things again.
Drive 3000 miles to play for a couple of friends.
Write a song about some girl…
Close your eyes, sleep tight… this might be the end of the world…
Loser down. Loser down.
Lets clear the air my friend…
Blast some First Offense on the stereo again…
Lets write a song about a girl…
Close your eyes, sleep tight… it might be the end of the world…
Loser down. Loser down.
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The Most Beautiful Losers Canton, Ohio
Loud and sweaty. Quiet and hoarse. Ragged and glorious. Just as bands like The Replacements and Uncle Tupelo did, The Most Beautiful Losers play for the people. They love the dark. They like the dirge. They ride that razors edge between falling apart and blowing your mind. It's as simple as that. ... more
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