| Obsessed with the carnivalesque and the grotesque
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| Then I stand on stage and talk the truth like I know best
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| It’s hopeless
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| I try and take slow breaths
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| Some nights I get so wrecked
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| I’m destroying what I’m supposed to be employing
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| I know it ain’t right but I keep on doing it
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| Is it pursuing me or is it me that is pursuing it?
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| Move with the fluidity or momentary stupidity
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| The slow and steady was killing me
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| World was too slow
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| Now it’s too rapid like the bits in the films
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| When the canoe turns the corner and you see through the hills
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| Falling water
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| Have our heroes been killed?
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| We ride to our home-grown slaughter on the boats that we built
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| Some folks are hoping we will
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| Be lying broken and still
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| At the foot of them peaks we dared scaling
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| I’m scared, but look
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| Failing’s not an option
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| That’s what sets me apart
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| My inner city is foul
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| But in the slum is a heart
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| That wants more
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| Those that strive for light
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| Are often those most attracted to the dark of the night
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| Sometimes all I wanna do is just start up a fight
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| But I don’t
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| I drink wine by the pint and go home
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| With a conscience that bites and cold bones
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| Head keeps thumping
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| Saying punch me, kiss me
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| Make me feel something
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| Cos tonight
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| I feel like I don’t feel nothing
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| And the way that I am living is disgusting
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| Fortitude, humility, stability, self-control
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| These are the qualities I want from my soul
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| How come I keep sinking so low?
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| Given all the things that I know
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| You reap what you sow
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| Temperence, humility, stability, self-control
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| These are the qualities I want from my soul
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| How come I keep sinking so low?
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| I’m like the dregs in the bottle
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| The city’s drinking me slow
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| And the city the city the city
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| I’m from a city where bodies get hacked up and hidden in suitcases
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| Where tramps lick grease off of the newspapers
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| That used to hold chips
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| And I’m sure that beauty exists
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| But I look around and I see concrete raising our kids
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| I’m from a city where sex sells and bodies sell sex
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| Drunks slump in stairwells and retch
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| And yes everybody’s sheltering a hidden complex
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| No rest for the wicked cos the wicked don’t rest
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| We’re just vessels though
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| Carrying a very precious cargo
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| You need to keep watertight
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| Weather the storms
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| Make sure we’re moving on a relevant course
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| Make sure you’re shipshape and that you’re keeping what’s stored
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| Safe and sound
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| It ain’t mine
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| It was given me
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| All I’m trying to do is deliver the goods
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| And reach that final destination I am sailing towards
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| I only unload my cargo in the safest of ports
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| In the city it’s hard though
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| Everything is so surface
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| So superficial, so fake, so belittling
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| Try and have the confidence to learn to do a different thing
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| Gets to me bad
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| That’s why I leave the stage, hit the drinks
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| We purge to pollute
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| Purify to make filthy
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| I know that I’m good cos when I’m bad I feel guilty
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| Outside the pub with a mouthful of blood
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| Thinking all I really need is someone to love
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| To look forward to
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| Temperance, discipline, self-control
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| These are the qualities I want from my soul
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| How come I keep sinking so low?
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| Given all the things that I know
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| You reap what you sow
|
| Temperence, humility, stability, self-control
|
| These are the qualities I want from my soul
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| How come I keep sinking so low?
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| I’m like the dregs in the bottle
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| The city’s drinking me slow
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| Outside the pub
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| Mouthful of blood
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| Thinking all I really need is someone to love
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| Outside the pub
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| Mouthful of blood
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| Thinking all I really need
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| Fortitude, stability, humility, self-control
|
| These are the qualities I want from my soul
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| How come I keep sinking so low?
|
| Given all the things that I know
|
| You reap what you sow
|
| Temperence, honesty, stability, self-control
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| These are the qualities I want from my soul
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| How come I keep sinking so low?
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| I’m like the dregs in the bottle
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| The dregs
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| The dregs in the bottle
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| The dregs |