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Landlady Landed
03:27
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Landlady Landed
(c) 2011 WRC, Jr.
My landlady landed at an airport back east
Since I paid the rent on the house that I leased
She came into town and she took all my cash
She left in a rush 'cause she's got a fresh stash
My landlady landed at an airport down south
She stayed in a room in a broken down house
She came back to town with a scar on her face
She fell down the stairs in that ragged old place
She gotta get away
She gotta get back home
She gotta get away
She cannot be alone
My landlady landed at an airport up north
She went to see the celebration on the Fourth
She came back to town with a cast on her arm
The fireworks display could not be disarmed
My landlady landed at an airport out west
She hopped off the plane in her ultimate quest
She came back to town with a broken tailbone
She fell off the runway when she slipped on a stone
My landlady landed at an airport back home
She called me up on the telephone
She came back to town and she don't have a cent
She said she's gonna have to raise my rent
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2. |
Last Resort
04:09
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Last Resort
(c) 2011 WRC, Jr.
It was getting late in the day
They had traveled a long way
And they were getting very tired
Of all the road dust they acquired
On the road they were all alone
The sun was dropping like a stone
The nighttime air had brought the cold
And now the darkness was taking hold
They were at the end of the line
They were running out of time
They were alone with no escort
They had arrived at the last resort
No room at the inn was the sign of the day
Where ever they stopped they were turned away
Now their senses began to distort
Until they found the last resort
When they walked inside they could tell
This place could be no worse than Hell
The devil's grin was their only port
they will 'ever stay at the last resort
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3. |
Reasons & Excuses
04:12
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Reasons & Excuses
(c) 2011 WRC, Jr.
I see you sitting there
I can tell what you're thinking
It's about the next lie
To come out of your mouth
You see you were born with it
Your eyes never blinking
I remember the time
You left me no doubt
Excuses for everything
Reasons for nothing
You're always playing games
But you're no good at bluffing
You know I'm the same way
I'm really no different
'Cept I've got nothing to say
Got no anger to vent
You talk too much
I say too little
Our love's a crutch
We can't find the middle ground
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4. |
Insomnia
03:46
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Insomnia
(c) 2011 WRC, Jr.
Three o'clock in the morning and I'm wide awake
Went to bed at eleven, four hours ain't enough
Eternity of darkness before daybreak
Today is gonna be really rough
Counting bleats doesn't seem to work
I lost count between eye blinks
So before I go berserk
I could swallow a pill or have a drink
When I was younger I could sleep all night
Wake up in the morning and feel alright
Before I know it I'll be rid of this bed
They all tell me I can sleep when I'm dead
Lying here without a sound
My mind should be on the other side
But insomnia has me bound
Insomnia has me tired
And now I'm drifting off to find some peace
My dreams were starting to unlock
My subconscious was about to release
Interrupted by my alarm clock
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5. |
Olives & Worms
04:23
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Olives And Worms
(c) 2011 WRC, Jr.
Every night I watch them come into my place
Some think they're at the top of the human race
Others ain't so lucky, but still they try hard
They really can't help it, they got dealt a bad card
But they come in together, in here for a drink
Some are celebrating, some are pushed to the brink
Martinis and tequila are the drinks that they choose
Another evening with their friends, their friends and their booze
Martinis and tequila, they have their own food
They won't admit it but I've seen what they chewed
I've seen all kind of folks but this I have learned
Some eat the olives and some eat the worms
They laugh and drink, and they stay all night
Some fall on the floor, some get in a fight
Some try to drive home so I call them a cab
Others sneak out the back door 'cause they can't pay their tab
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6. |
Overthrow
03:00
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Overthrow
(c) 2011 WRC, Jr.
While they plot the overthrow
Of the ancient status quo
And we all look down below
We were once like them
We were fighting for the gems
An act they could condemn
By causing more mayhem
It's the only thing we know
They have their own heroes
With their arrows and their bows
Our weapons now have changed
But our tactics stay the same
Their fight to rights reclaimed
Our targets are now in range
Gunfire that's been exchanged
The sound of victory echoes
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7. |
In Crowd
03:17
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In-Crowd
(c) 2011 WRC, Jr.
You were in with the in-crowd
And you left me to drown
You were walking on a cloud
As you wore the thorned crown
You were out with the in-crowd
You returned to your hometown
The revenge that you vowed
Preceded you meltdown
So you came back to me
And I let you back in
But we could not agree
And then you left again
You were in with the out-crowd
But you just looked the clown
You thought you were so proud
But you were heading down
Now you're out with the out-crowd
And you wear your designer frown
It was more than you could allow
When they dragged you out of town
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8. |
Killing Floor
03:33
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Killing Floor
(c) 2011 WRC, Jr.
You're top of the food chain as we all know
Lest we forget the stench below
Of the carcasses that you discard
Are buried in the king's courtyard
It's a fact you can't ignore
You get your meals from the killing floor
Get your meals from the killing floor
You justify your malicious way
By the higher power you obey
And prey for us with fist in hand
To follow his supreme command
How many saints must we adore
To get reprieve from the killing floor
Get reprieve from the killing floor
You always play this losing game
That your opponents are the ones to blame
But there's really no one else to compete
'Cause you claim to be supreme athlete
You're the only one keeping score
When the clock runs out on the killing floor
Clock runs out on the killing floor
You have decreed the battle cry
But your plans have gone awry
Ironic twists of fate arose
When you killed our last heroes
You told your armies it was time for war
To stop the carnage on the killing floor
Stop the carnage on the killing floor
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9. |
Outline of Chalk
04:00
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Outline of Chalk
(c) 2011 WRC, Jr.
They walked in and I was unaware
The smell of flowers was in the air
I guess it was Spring but I really couldn't tell
They kept it dark here inside of this cell
How long had I been here, how many days
My hair was long, my beard was grey
I was hungry, thirsty, but it would have to wait
It was time for them to interrogate
The government from this foreign land
Had caught me with my crimson hands
They tried to make me talk
I was soon to be an outline of chalk
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10. |
Demon Train
03:26
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Demon Train
(c) 2011 WRC, Jr.
Our journey had just begun
We were off to see the chosen one
The tracks ahead were all well worn
We had to be there by early morn'
The demon train was the only way
There was no time for us to delay
We rode it many times before
A journey we started to deplore
There was no time to hide our fear
The doom we felt became too clear
We could perceive of all the pain
When we got aboard the demon train
The demon train rode off the rails
The smoke grew thick as the engine failed
And we crashed the barren landscape
We barely had time to escape
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11. |
Worry 'Bout Nuthin'
02:45
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Worry 'Bout Nuthin'
(c) 2010 WRC, Jr.
Wino worry 'bout nuthin' but runnin' out of wine
Old folks worry 'bout nuthin' but runnin' out of time
Policeman worry 'bout nuthin' but runnin' out of crime
And me, I don't worry 'bout nuthin'
Hangman worry 'bout nuthin' but runnin' out of rope
Comic worry 'bout nuthin' but tellin' the joke
Politician worry 'bout nuthin' but another vote
And me, I don't worry 'bout nuthin'
I don't worry 'bout takin' a fall
I don't worry 'bout hittin' the wall
I don't worry 'bout droppin' the ball
I don't worry 'bout nuthin' at all
Farmer worry 'bout nuthin' but the fallin' rain
Lawyer worry 'bout nuthin' but who's to blame
Player worry 'bout nuthin' but playin' the game
And me, I don't worry 'bout nuthin'
I don't worry 'bout the State's affairs
I don't care 'bout being a millionaire
I'm just sittin' in my easy chair
Worrying 'bout nuthin' to care
Preacher worry 'bout nuthin' but savin' a soul
Actor worry 'bout nuthin' but landin' a role
Miner worry 'bout nuthin' but diggin' for gold
And me, I don't worry 'bout nuthin'
I don't worry 'bout singin' this song
I don't care if the words are wrong
I don't worry if it's takin' too long
'Cause it's time to move on
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12. |
Solar Wind
03:33
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Bill Cantrell San Antonio, Texas
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