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Tourism
03:05
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Our homes are graves,
Take into consideration we're all gonna die anyway.
You have forgotten where you come from,
You have forgotten all your last names.
Breathe now, Breathe now, Breathe now (breathe now!)
It's all for your comfort.
Ah, where did i go? where did i go? my tongue is rotting out my teeth.
The commune slept through all their wars.
All the words we sing are in our hands.
All the talents we've buried in the sand.
Well, I've been listening to your speech, and listening to the shaking of your teeth and all I could think was 'How long will you speak? How long will you sleep?' Dreams are rotting out the joints in your knees. You gotta live without a bed to get real sleep. It's the sedatives in your head, it's the paperweights in your heart. Well, sometimes you gotta feel a shiver down your neck. Sometimes you gotta believe in that kindof cold. Son we're all the same visage and we're all growing old but only some of us will listen to the discomfort. Cause we are disciples. We're tourists
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Patriotism
05:07
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read it out loud, if you can bear the shame,
turn the tv on, sleep a couple days, think about life, sleep it off again.
(have we been introduced? I am the king of sharks, my handshake fits like a tuxedo in the dark, are you comfortable? just take a seat, you'll never leave)
I tremble sometimes,
That's not what you call bones.
the cowards made of home, rest and cigarettes,
The weakest men i've ever met.
Father, where are our soldiers? Dead
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Professionalism
02:40
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We'll take you home now, cause we're all professionals here.
We'll take you home now, cause we're all professionals and we all wear labcoats.
We'll take you home now, cause we're all professionals and we all wear labcoats.. and.. glasses and, I have this nice pen.
We built monuments like the greats,
and we sealed our names.
And everybody, everybody listen.
We had to do
what we came to do
and we came to do what we wanted,
and no ones to blame here.
Our skin has been elected president,
Wake up, and smell the residue.
Our skin has been elected president,
Wake up, Wake up.
Flesh is the language of the dead (it's like kudzu on this land)
Flesh, it's talking in your head.
And it's growing in your heart.
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