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Addicted & Evicted
02:28
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Well I woke up this morning with memories of you
I woke up this morning in a pile of puke
And I don't know why my nose really hurts
But I'm guessin' that you hit me and I'm guessin' it was well deserved
I'm addicted and evicted and I got no place to go
Knockin' on your door when I know that noone's home
So I snuck right in and I drank a bottle of gin
'cause I'm addicted and evicted all over again
Well I woke up this morning once again without you
I bet you woke up this morning and said to youself.......
I'm addicted and evicted and I got no place to go
Knockin' on your door when I know that noone's home
So I snuck right in and I drank a bottle of gin
Addicted and evicted it's over
Addicted and evicted I'm sober
Addicted and evicted all over again
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2. |
Next Song
02:23
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Another broken record, another empty can
Another dollar in the pocket of the dopeman
We are barbeerians, from the depths of the fuckin' Styx
We are the Bottom Rockers, and you can suck our dicks
When you see us comin', you better fucking run
Hide the beer, the weed, and the fucking rum
You think your woman's safe?
We fucked her in the face!
But we don't care or give a shit, we just sit back and play these hits for you
We are the ghosts, we are the damned
We are the zombies on the street and the monsters in your head
So here's a taste of what's to come
And if you didn't know we'll fucking show you where we're coming from
Been seven years, seven thousand beers
A night in jail won't stop us when we know the band fund pays the bail
Don`t speak our name in vain, We put the coke in caine
Said it before and we`ll say it again - WE`RE ALL TO BLAME
When you see us comin', you better fucking run
Hide the beer, the weed, and the fucking rum
You think your woman's safe?
We fucked her in the face!
But we don't care or give a shit, we just sit back and play these hits for you
When you see us comin', you better fucking run
Hide the beer, the weed, and the fucking rum
You think your woman's safe?
We fucked her in the face!
But we don't care or give a shit, we just sit back and play these hits for you
FOR YOU!
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3. |
Dead In The Desert
02:09
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I bury my dead in the desert
My victims you can throw them all away
The helpless I will take
I will split their flesh from bone and then we'll set in STONE
My ruthless state of mind
We're all helpless from the start
They bitch, and moan, and whine untill I show them their own heart
I don't do these things for pleasure of death and decay
I do it out of love and lust
I do it 'cause I`m free
So I guess I'll keep on truckin'
On down that Devil's Road
Until my fill of flesh and bone is finally quenched and we`re set in STONE
Well I was born and bred on the river Styx
From 305 to 806
Well I paid my dues and I bit my pill
One more time until I feel ill
My victims, my change
My soul is free
So I guess I'll keep on truckin'
On down that Devil's Road
Until my fill of flesh and bone is finally quenched and we`re set in STONE
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4. |
Hollow Bones
06:37
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When the rain falls down, it don't fall down on me
When the train comes to town, it don't come to town for me
When the day's begun, there`s no call to rise for me
And the setting sun doesn't paint the skies for me
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Bottom Rockers Thunder Bay, Ontario
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