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St. Peter & the Hustler
04:02
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Heaven’s right here.
But you know you gotta pay an admission’s fee.
The clouds & angels don’t come cheap.
You, you gotta pawn that love.
You, you gotta pawn that past…
And you’d better be quick, St. Peter’s patience doesn’t last.
This is what you want, right?
This is worth it, right?
You’d sell your soul to sleep in the streets of heaven for just one night.
This is what you want, right?
You’ve been to hell,
And you know you don’t wanna stay there.
But it costs a bit for the saints to care.
You, you gotta sell that laugh.
You, you gotta sell that smile…
And you’d best be hustler if you wanna stay a while.
This is what you want, right?
This is worth it, right?
You’d sell your soul to sleep in the streets of heaven for just one night.
This is what you want, right?
This is worth more than all you ever were.
All you’ve had is trash compared to this treasure.
You’ll trade in all these years, because there’s something in those clouds that must be better.
It must be better.
This is what you want, right?
This is worth it, right?
You’d sell your soul to sleep in the streets of heaven for just one night.
This is what you want, right?
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2. |
Heaven & Hollywood
03:35
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Friendship bracelets made of shoe-strings,
Always coming undone.
And you can fix it, but it won’t stop happening.
People are fickle — it’s just their way;
What they love today, tomorrow they’ll throw away.
It’s like Heaven & Hollywood,
Beautiful I guess, but not much substance to make it good.
Heaven & Hollywood,
Just like Heaven & Hollywood….
So you’re on the hunt for good times.
Well, go find ‘em fast as you can.
Trust me, I’ll be fine.
I can be fickle — it’s just my way;
Those I need today, tomorrow I’ll throw away.
It’s like Heaven & Hollywood,
Beautiful I guess, but not much substance to make it good.
Heaven & Hollywood,
Just like Heaven & Hollywood….
Friendship bracelets made of shoe-strings,
Yeah, yeah, yeah you love me darling.
It’s like Heaven & Hollywood,
Beautiful I guess, but not much substance to make it good.
Heaven & Hollywood,
Just like Heaven & Hollywood.
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There ain’t no such thing as a quick fix;
One last hit on a boy-toy with a Jesus complex.
There ain’t no such thing as magic.
One good soul with some sweet words can’t save the Titanic.
Baby, I’ve got some bad news:
Love can’t save you.
Baby, I’ve got some bad news:
Love can’t save you.
Be it good, be it true,
Even if he’s the best heart you ever knew…
Love can’t save you.
You can’t ask him to be your hero.
He may wanna be Superman, but that don’t happen on Earth, you know.
You can’t expect morphine in his voice.
If you wanna kill the pain, you’re the only one who can make that choice.
Baby, I’ve got some bad news:
Love can’t save you.
Baby, I’ve got some bad news:
Love can’t save you.
Be it good, be it true,
Even if he’s the best heart you ever knew…
Love can’t save you.
Baby, I’ve got some bad news
Baby, I’ve got some bad news
There ain’t no such thing as a quick fix;
One last hit on a boy-toy with a Jesus complex.
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4. |
Trampoline
03:59
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You jump out a window
And pray there’s a trampoline underneath.
You jump out a window
And pray there’s a trampoline underneath.
You’re on the edge of Suburbia.
The view’s real fine if I dare say so myself.
You’re on a ledge & you don’t wanna be talked down.
Don’t they know that’s the way to Hell?
So you jump out a window
And pray there’s a trampoline underneath.
You jump out a window
And pray there’s a trampoline underneath.
Maybe we thought we were too smart,
Maybe we thought they could never break our hearts.
Funny how that worked out.
All the best in life & our fading youth on our backs,
And we’ve bought a one-way ticket south.
So you jump out a window
And pray there’s a trampoline underneath.
You jump out a window
And pray there’s a trampoline underneath.
You’re on the edge of the Suburbia,
And the view’s real fine if I dare say so myself.
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As of Yet Untitled #2
04:58
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Wars are fought, but the point is to win.
We jump in the water, but the point is to swim.
If you can’t,
If you’ve tried as hard as you can,
Why bother?
Seems to me its already over.
Hey, I’m at peace now.
Hey, I’m at peace now.
You’ve finally worn me down.
Songs are sung to be heard I think.
Most folks don’t look at lakes just to think of how to sink.
It’d be pretty dull to do so —
That much I do know.
You’ve finally worn me down.
You’ve finally worn me down.
Hey, I’m at peace now.
Hey, I’m at peace now.
You’ve finally worn me down.
Hey, I’m at peace now.
Hey, I’m at peace now.
You’ve finally worn me down.
Hey, I’m at peace now.
Hey, I’m at peace now.
You’ve finally worn me down.
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