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Deep State
02:23
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I used to walk on the water
Now I'm drowning in the deep state. I used to walk on the water
Now I'm drowning in the deep state.
Throw me a line
Give me some hope Because the rising tide's Set to take my boat.
Can't take the river Can't take the bay There's no safe harbor Anywhere anyway.
I used to walk on the water
I used to walk on the water
I used to walk on the water
Now I'm sinking in with no trace.
We're all gonna need Some new places to stay Because the higher ground Went and moved away.
Take four steps back Another five down
I never lost a trouble That can't be found.
I used to walk on the water
I used to walk on the water
I used to walk on the water
Now I'm drowning in the deep state.
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Void Copy
03:26
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Somewhere in between the pictures in the fashion magazines
All those eager little children
are all waiting on the screen Waiting for their meme
waiting for their cue Pimped out for consumption pouting for you.
Don't confuse me untruth
Don't consume me with abuse
I got the pictures to release me
I got your streaming, you can't see me I can live with that
You can live on your back
I can pay for chat
Just click to talk back.
Hidden underneath the backpage where the traffic has a screen All those trashy little children
In their tight tight jeans
Lurking movers and shakers buying all their paper Eyeballs for the runway contracts for the sex slave.
Don't confuse me untruth
Don't consume me with abuse
I got the pictures to release me
I got your streaming, you can't see me I can live with that
You can live on your back
I can pay for chat
Just click to talk back.
I see words in every picture
in the space between the lines In the voids between the pixels Where the structure goes to hide I can't touch it but I feel
I can see it's so surreal
Move the needle 'til it's off it Mark it all void copy.
Don't confuse me untruth
Don't consume me with abuse
I got the pictures to release me
I got your streaming, you can't see me I can live with that
You can live on your back
I can pay for chat
Just click to talk back.
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Creeps
02:42
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After all the models have been paid
After we've played all the records and the radio and TV just both quit Spin a round in the gun, let's have a little fun.
The boys are creeping
The boys are creeping
The boys are creeping downstairs again
Turn down the lights, slip on some spikes
Tripping out on your thighs, Oooo those red lips honey We've not the same boys that came in before.
The boys are creeping
The boys are creeping
The boys are creeping in your bed again
Down in the bunker, shooting at the moon
Trawling on the floor, breaking down doors
Putting on their black capes, saying all their hate eights. The boys are creeping
The boys are creeping
The boys are creeping from the swamp again
They're all predators
Preying for the grand old party They're all scavengers
Praying for a chance to be naughty
The boys are creeping
The boys are creeping
The boys are creeping downstairs again Creeping in your bed again
Creeping from the swamp again
They're all creeps.
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The Wyrd Brothers New Haven, Connecticut
In this age of overproduced shiny pop confections, "New York's Calling," is a bitter, yet necessary pill to swallow, and a
raw and ragged testimony to the power of real rock and roll.
- Tom Guerra - Songwriter/Guitarist/Contributing Writer for Vintage Guitar Magazine.
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