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I woke up on Monday, and what the fuck?
I didn't think it was true and drank downmy cup
I sat frozen for a while. I was lost and I was dazed
Then I got up and shuffled out the door and slipped away
Well I went to work and tried to pass the time
I read every word every heart breaking line
Didn't say anything didn't have nothing to say
And the rain kept on falling it was a fucked up day
I went to buy some groceries, I barely made a meal
I remembered when he was here that kind of thing reminded him hes real
Helped him clean up and get out of his head
I want to get out of mine, because Savid Bowie's dead.
Down at number 17 I sat in my room
Picked up my guitar and recorded some sad tune
It wasnt much of nothing, and my throat was clogged with tears
I watched it all unfold and I hissed and disappeared
On Friday I went down and stood in that same room
Where he sang those great songs on some long lost afternoon
It was kinda tacky now listening to the cello rendition
And the paparrazzi shutters clicking trying to make the next edition
There were are lot of older people there, they knew their time was thin
Signing their names with hands shaking shaking shaking
I looked out the same window, a new wall was on the other side
I had to walk away because David Bowie died
On the wedding day I crept out and tried to get some sleep
Surrounded by policemen and man that made me weep
They were laughing around, only thinking about themselves
When there's paperwork a piling why not change it, what the hell?
Oh it won't matter how much can one change hurt
They're a bunch of braindead leavers and they ripped off my friends shirt
I told the father of the groom, hey tomorrow why not stay at home?
Don't try and fuck me other just because your wife left you alone
I can't stay away and I have to come back to people like you
You got nothing to gain, and I got everything to lose
I got the David Bowie is dead and everything's going to shit blues
Every single time the people went to vote
We got a worst result than any dystopian author wrote
Small fingers on the button and a polished boot standing on your neck
Every day its something new and we havent heard the last of it yet
Did the world go wrong? because it seems it might have
Can you hear the lies parroted by the sucking wrong so called right
Another year goes by and the light becomes a sliver
I got no plan, no wherefore or whither
It's a lot of wishful thinking, but at least I still got thought
I added up the numbers and I ended up at naught
And then the drummer disappears but I still can hear him pounding pounding pounding pounding
Pounding in my ears
Oh it's everywhere
The world has gone to shit cos David Bowie isnt here
Oh Monday morning
What the fuck
I read the fucking news
Monday morning
I got the David Bowie is dead and everything's going to shit blues
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I wanna leave you
But you're too good to quit
I wanna leave you
But there's too much at stake
So much to go wrong
Other hearts to break
I wanna leave you
And I gotta make it stick
But I know I can't do it
You're too good to quit
Been working all day
Trying to build up the will
But I know tomorrow I'll be here still
You're bad for me baby
Like a killer addiction
And it's making me mad
You're too good for quitting
Oh I gotta leave you baby
Couldn't leave you in the morning
Couldn't leave you at night
Tried to make myself mad
But I couldn't face the fight
Tried to run away
Leave behind your back
But I know I can't do it
You're too hard to crack
Oh I gotta leave, oh
Oh I've gotta go
Gotta walk out that door
Goodbye
I wanna leave you, but you're too good to quit
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Sad Songs
04:29
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She's good at faking smiles, so practiced and pretend
Always finds means to her ends
Her room is dark with fairy lights and pictures of her friends
And boys waiting to be men
And shes lost in the mirror, it's somewhere to go
And when she gets alone at night her hands are sore her feet are tired
And ready to mend
She listens to sad songs - playing through the night
They somehow make her feel alright
She listens to sad songs - she knows every word
As if they're written just for her
A big time searcher, what lies beneath the cross?
With long hair that always knots
A night time walker through streets and vacant lots
Hearing ballads of the lost
Now she's gone like an arrow shot from a bow
How she flies through dotted skies, through storylines of darker times
To land on her mark
She listens to sad songs - playing through the night
They somehow make her feel alright
She listens to sad songs - she knows every word
As if theyre written just for her
She loves all the sad songs, a picture of her life
She loves all the sad songs
She loves all the sad songs, the things she cant describe
Her chaperone when walking home for nights alone and feeling low
Is all in those songs
She listens to sad songs - playing through the night
They somehow make her feel alright
She listens to sad songs - she knows every word
As if they're written just for her
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Land Of The Free
06:11
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An American girl can never be queen
An American girl is there to be seen
An American woman gets held to the ground
And nobody listens to protesting sounds
The American worker toils hard for their pay
They drive to the store and they throw it away
An American child is killed in the street
While ten more kids dies making the shoes on their feet
Oh the land of the free!
An American army has blood on it's hands
It does what it wants to un-American lands
An American business rules all it surveys
Foundations of sand watch them all wash away
An American dream can never come true
It's a sign at the store, a marketing tool
An American hope, a flag on the breeze
Tastes just as fake as American cheese
Oh the land of the free!
An American song can break someones heart
Like American colors in American art
The American glam has to prove he's a man
All beer and muscles and after-show scuffles
And American blue and American roots
Is a place you can find some American truths
And American poetry, leaves of grass
And nobody parties like American trash
Oh the land of the free and the home of the brave
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When I Fall
03:40
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When I suffer, will you guide me
Take me to a better place
When I'm lost, will you find me
Give me a place to rest
Cause I know I love you, I do and i know it's forever
When I cry out will you hear me
The way I heard you before
When my time is running quickly
Will you slow me and calm me down
Cause I know I need you, I do and you have me forever, yeah
I got my problems
We know it's true
But believe me when I say
All of my problems
Can fade away
When I have you with me every day
When I fall, and I'm gonna fall
I'll try not to fall too far
When it's time, when it's my time
Will you promise to stay close behind
Cause I know I need you in this life and in the forever, yeah
I got my problems
We know it's true
But believe me when I say
All of my problems
Can fade away
When I have you with me every day
When I fall, and I'm gonna fall
I'll try not to fall too far
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Paint Yourself Pretty
03:50
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Paint yourself pretty
Choose your face for the night
You could be anyone you like
Sold and won
Secrets in your vial
Do you remember how you smiled?
Golden one, beyond basic desire
Every picture you took, each letter or look
Each scar, each step, each branch that you shook
Is behind you now
Pick a part to play
And learn all the lines
Watch as the scene unfolds from the side
Holding words
You heard long ago
Step up to the mirror and let them go
Golden one, beyond basic desire
Every picture you took, each letter or look
Each scar, each step, each branch that you shook
Is behind you now
It's behind you now
It's behind you now
It's behind you now
It's behind you now
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Poster Child
06:17
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Hey Fat Ricky how's it going?
Do you gat a nice room, are your plants still groiwng?
How is your ma? Or did she die?
If you don't wanna say just tell me a lie
I'm willing to pretend
I could still be friends
With someone not worthwhile
Now I'm the poster child
Yeah come on do it singing la la la
I'm the poster child hey see my face
I'm ahead of the pack and I'm winning the race
See me everywhere you go
If you didn't before, well now you know
Hang me on the walls
A hundred metres tall
Five miles wild
I'm the poster child
Yeah come on do it singing la la la
In my big car I'm driving by
Paste my face across the sky
Do it til you're never safe
Everyone must know my face
Be part of the cult
Fall into the fault
Eyes burst with pride
Oh I'm the poster child
Yeah come on do it singing la la la
come on do it yeah la la la
Come on!
Get blown up in their glass box
Well I'm a twenty-first-century flying fox
They'Re pressing their faces just to see inside
Well I pulled of his head and the crowd went wild
Raise my hand again
I'm enterertainering
Crowd just loves my style
Oh I'm the poster child
Uh come on do it singing la la la
Poster child yeah come on do it singing la la la
Come on do it singing la la la
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