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Face down / crookid economy
Fake News
21st Century
Roulette in Rags
Hot-Wired
Digital Dreams
your days are numbered like a Lamb
ripe for slaughtering
Roll with the Damned,
hell...
You're tongue-tied
in the red
off the rails
You're Bad Luck
and you got no Ass
you move bricks with your mothers face
do things
to blue things
you're cock-blocked
with your back to the wall
you move drinks with your mothers face
you lack style
but I love your balls
move it round like a
Nylon Kink
You're Broke face
with your jaw wired shut
you Got Cunt in the back of your bag
You move devils with your
I-Ching Chinese
Death Dealer
Autobahn Eyes
Yeah
glitteratti
illuminati
fresh scars
red body
inside my mind
no mask and no crime
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2. |
Trample the Lamb
03:30
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Lay a trap for the lamb
In the zodiac school
Lay a trap for the lamb when you're young
In the school of doubt
Lay a trap for the lamb
In the zodiac high school
Ain't no trap for the lamb when you
Live with your mom and you're
Dead in your room
And you're dead in your room
And you're thick as a thug
Ain't no trap for the lamb with
The zodiac man in your head
Lay a trap for the lamb
Every high kid in school
Obey the zodiac twistin the flame
In the way on your road to your ruin
And you look to the dead
And you look to the dust
And you look to the skulls, saints,
bed, rose, doomed and I said..
Lay a trap for the lamb?
No trap for the lamb, no trap,
No trap for the lamb when you're dead in high school
Head
Head
Your head
No trap for the lamb when you're dead in high school
No trap for the lamb when you're dead in high school
I think of you
I think of you
In dying school
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I'm always flying away
I'm always dead in my sleep
I'm always wired awake
In a high-rise
And I can't heal my plans
And I can't heal my street
I'm always flying away
And I don't like to
I'm always wired awake
In a new place
I'm always flying away
I'm always in my street
I'm always dead in my tracks
I'm always cooling my boots
I'm always dying away
I'm always into my home
I'm always changing my plans
And I don't like to
I'm always flying away
I'm always flying away
I'm always dead in my tracks
I'm always dead in my boots
I'm always flying away
I'm always flying away
I'm always flying away
Flying away...
Flying away
Flying away
Flying away
Flying away
Flying away
Flying away
Flying away
Flying away
Over you...
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4. |
Burning at the Wheel
02:38
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Got no time to rock'n'roll
Got no time to make amends
Got no time to pay my bills
Got no time to kiss your ass
I'm too busy burning at the wheel
Not today
My friend
Got no time to sell my soul
Got no time to change my evil ways
Got no time to give last rites to you
Got no time to
Give peace a chance
I'm too busy burning at the wheel
Not today
My friend
Everything I had I gave to you
No debt can dirty my name
I could never say the same for you
Black Jack,
Black Jack.
I'm too busy burning at the wheel
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5. |
Old Angel Midnight
03:26
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Old Angel Midnight
Lasso Me the Moon
I See ya found that
Old
Devil
the needle
Chased the Spoon
Burning Up in Hell
Down
Town
Burning Up in Hell
Down
Town
It's All she wrote blue Monday
The Big Sleep for you
Here come the phantoms
on dust mops and brooms
Burning Up in Hell
Downtown
Burning Up in Hell
Downtown
I'll
Think of You in Hollywood
at the Roosevelt Hotel
My Old Angel
Midnight
Lightin' up a cigarette..
Burning Up in Hell
Down
Town
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6. |
Summer on Ice
03:03
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Another tombstone kiss
with the world on fire
am I in a museum?
I'm all surrounded by liars
(in Traffic)
I hang my head in your home
I let you die alone
I hang my head on your
throne
Caught in a cunt-wide grid
caught in an Indian twist
stuck in a real cruel school
Oh, in the Dead-Zone Years
(in Traffic)
I hang my head in your home
I let you die alone
I hang my head on your
throne
We were dime-store kids
in a skeleton wig out
just a pulling out of here
we were always running out of years
(in Traffic)
I hang my head in your home
I let you die alone
I hang my head on your
throne
I hang my head in your home
I hang my head in your home
I hang my head in your home
I hang my head...
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7. |
Saint of Roses
02:43
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Let's shorn through
tear the rain down
I'll see you go
all the way Home
see you around
there in the Road
all the way down
there in my
Old ghost
Pouring Down
All Pouring down
fare thee well...
I Go..
Where the Days go..
All down..
the way down
How we wanted to Live
is How
We wanted to Live
Not weighed down
Not weighted down
Like Rain on a Rose
Rain on a Rose
Roses and Bells
All the World's a Spell
Roses and Bells
all the world's a spell
all the world's a spell
All the world's a spell
all the world's a spell
all the world's a Spell...
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8. |
All This Short Life
03:23
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On my beat Mom, I'm alone in here
Here / There
On my beat Mom, I'm alone in here
Here / There
All this short life
I've been ignored
All this short life
I've been ignored
On my beat Dad, I'm alone down here
Here / There
On my beat Dad, I'm alone down here
Here / There
All this short life
I've been ignored
All this short life
I've been ignored
All this short life
I've been ignored
All this short life
I've been ignored
All this short life, short life..
Nobody howls / Nobody rolls
On my beat Mom, I'm alone
Nobody howls / Nobody rolls
On my beat I wolf along now
Nobody howls / Nobody rolls
Dug up my guns and sold my home
I buried my dad
It tore my heart
Out
All this short life
I've been ignored
All this short life
I've been ignored
All this short life
I've been ignored
All I wanted was to be heard
All this short life
I've been ignored
All I wanted was to be heard
All I wanted was to be heard
Heard by
You
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55 panic attacks every day
And I ain't ok
And I ain't ok...
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iAN Ottaway Nashville, Tennessee
iAN Ottaway is an American born singer/songwriter .
Raised in Wichita, Kansas with a bloodline of criminals,
carnival barkers, gospel luvers, and working class sweethearts.
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