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All these kids wished they came from California
If only they knew, if only they knew, if only they knew
That the sun never sets in Haight Ashbury
And that strip will strip you of all you hold true
With all their sugar coated spray on suntans
They'll make ya more a dog than a man
And all these kids wish that they lived in New York
If only they knew, if only they knew, if only they knew
That those boroughs have been burrowed down to Mole People land
And your lofty ideals in that loft in North Brooklyn
Are just holes in the atmosphere
You'd better change the climate of where you're living
And all these kids wish that they lived in Neverland
Never grow up, never grow old, never have a plan
But nothing ever lasts thats built on getrichquicksand
So Wendy, won't you save me from Babylan
All these kids wanna reclaim the country
If only they knew, if only they knew, if only they knew
That the saddest boys I ever met pulled plow and laid brick
Drove truck with homes in the sticks
Yeah, cowboys get marose too
Yeah, Billy Kids kill themselves too
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Little Brother
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There's a house on a hill
On a street named after trees that were felled
In a town named after people's that were felled too
Where a child of 16 raises his fists to the clouds and the moon and anything listening
Yeah, he's putting on a show of force
But no ones fighting
While a neighbor at her window
Decries that the voice is someone else's son
Or daughter
And that she'll never father her own
So she bemoans
Little brother, I understand
Rage makes you feel
More like a man
Than the sorrow it's covering
So you can run against the grain till it rubs you raw
It'll pay off or it won't
You can cut your teeth to the gums till you're swimming in
The fire of your own blood
But your right to throw your fist ends
Where some other fool begins
So it's better to leech it out
Than let it win
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Strange Kind of Courage
03:39
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White knights crush queenships when they fall off their stress
And no amount of heroic deeds will ever succeed
In satisfying that relationship's needs
Cause it takes a strange kind of courage
To emasculated yourself nightly
In a room full of strangers who just
Smile and clap politely
Well they'll kiss your ass with one side of their mouth
And spit shit out the other
But I guess it's on me for seeking pleasure
When what I really needed was
A surrogate mother
Forgiveness is a hard fix to satisfy
So I guess I'll seek and destroy
Any amount of residual joy
From when you convinced me to be
A professional fuckboi
Cause it takes a strange kind of courage
To emasculated yourself nightly
In a room full of strangers who just
Smile and clap politely
Well they'll kiss your ass with one side of their mouth
And spit shit out the other
But I guess it's on me for seeking pleasure
When what I really needed was
To be a better father
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How do you know?
Have you ever seen the stars rain down through the clouds
On those spectators on hallowed ground
On those graveyards filled with grievances
And spectres of unrest
If you do run away or you'll never leave again
And when your body thinks it will excrete itself
Into some sunken face and nothing else
Where all you'll see is the black tar that used to be your heart
Know that's not what you were at the start
How do you know, we'll all be Okay?
Well I know it's really empty out here
Would it help if I made a few things clear
I'm sorry I lied and I'm sorry I cheated
I'm sorry I ignored you and took what I needed
And I'm sorry it took too long to get it out
But sweetie it's easy to say that I'm sorry
And sweetie it's easy to say that I'm sad
Sweetie I'm sorry our trust went up in smoke
Sweetie I'm sorry I smoked what was left
But we can't take much more of this
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