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Means to an End
03:55
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Scared to death get on that flight
Ten hours on this missile
Pills and whiskey are my plight
My worries now are futile
I’d rather not be on this runway
Wheels on the white line
Pass the bottle I’ll beat it someday
Always feels like my time
Oh my god I’m so afraid
I can’t believe I’m here again
The engine roars, I ain’t religious
I really pray that Jesus hears this
Every bump my heart sinks deeper
I really should have popped those sleepers
I know I’ll have to sit this trial
When we touch down I’ll walk out in denial
Inflight entertainment starts
And you’re not here to hold my hand
Plastic smiles hide broken hearts
Without you if we don’t land
Wheels touch down and I can’t breathe
My nails come out the seat
This whole projectile sighs relief
Two more weeks my heart will beat
Got to catch that purple sky
My windows down that west coast drive
Through dessert dusts feel so alive
All the way to 'Frisco
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2. |
Rage
04:03
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Wash this blood all off my hands
Feel the water cleanse me
See those dark eyes staring back
This monster wants to roam free
Trying not to tread the path
Paved in hate and violence
There was a time I called it home
Longed for calm and silence
Yeah
I want to live
I want to feel secure
I want to give these scars the time they need to heal
I don’t want to fight
I don’t want to take your life I don’t want to give into this hatred but this
RAGE
Bust you up, put your ass in a body bag
RAGE
Fuck you up, put your name on a toe tag
Wash this blood all off my hands
Should I pay for my crimes?
Wait until the waters clear
You know it’s not the first time
To make the world a better place
You need to crush the vermin
Every creature deserves to live
But no one’s gonna’ miss him
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3. |
For a Flag
04:10
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This tattered town is getting old
Deserted streets dark and cold
The 55 that took me home
To a town that’s now long gone
Market halls now dust and stone
The playgrounds are all overgrown
The grocer man is on the dole
But on we hunt all Wal-Mart long
Lives eroded throw your stones
Bricks and bottles defend your own
No more bombs now you atone
For a flag that’s almost gone
Recession just makes white men fatter
Our lives they are not getting better
The banks now they commit the crime
But none of them are doing time
No more bombs now you atone
For a flag that’s almost
Gone
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4. |
TMPM
03:40
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Where’d my cross town woman go
Where’s my little girl
She gotta’ hide from her old man
Keep me hanging on
Heading out of her back door
Just after heading in
My pants are still on her floor
That smell of sweat and sin
Yeah she’s gonna tease me
Yeah she’s gonna please me
Yeah she’s gonna treat me
Yeah she’s gonna beat me
Friday rolls around again
I wonder which road to take
Drop down a gear my engine strains
I hit that blacktop snake
The whiskey she has brought for me
is already in my glass
The memory of my shitty week
Already fading fast
And I’ll never forget the first time I saw her
My fairy in boots with her beautiful blue hair
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5. |
9 to 5
03:39
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Tumble outta bed and I stumble to the kitchen
Pour myself a cup of ambition
And yawn and stretch and try to come to life
Jump in the shower and the blood starts pumpin'
Out on the street the traffic starts jumpin'
The folks like me on the job from 9 to 5
Workin' 9 to 5, what a way to make a livin'
Barely gettin' by, It's all takin' and no givin'
They just use your mind and they never give you credit
It's enough to drive you crazy if you let it
9 to 5, for service and devotion
You would think that I would deserve a fat promotion
Want to move ahead but the boss won't seem to let me
I swear sometimes that man is out to get me
They let you dream just to watch 'em shatter
You're just a step on the boss-man's ladder
But you got dreams he'll never take away
You're in the same boat with a lotta your friends
Waitin' for the day your ship'll come in
The tide's gonna turn and it's all gonna roll your way
Workin' 9 to 5, what a way to make a livin'
Barely gettin' by, It's all takin' and no givin'
They just use your mind and they never give you credit
It's enough to drive you crazy if you let it
9 to 5, yeah they got you where they want you
There's a better life and you think about it, don't you
It's a rich man's game, no matter what they call it
And you spend your life puttin' money in his wallet
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Flight 49 Llandudno, UK
Flight 49 first formed in Llandudno, North Wales in September 2011. Four guys and one girl all with a similar vision of bringing a fresh and entertaining live rock music show to the local scene.
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