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Galactic Fugitives
04:49
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There was no sympathy within the marshal’s eyes
We tried to reason but his ignorance did thrive
It makes no sense; the evidence was growing on our face
Life in space jail, we must make our escape
(Make our escape)
Now here we are, space truckin’ fugitives
Forced to comb the galaxy to find a place to live
Surely going to die out here admiring the stars
A stroke of good luck, the gravity well of Mars
(Well of Mars)
Red-haired Martian, botanical buzz
Higher than I ever was
Neon greon, Tharsis thick resin
Nothing quite this magical on Space Station 11, baby
Now we race past Phobos, entering the atmosphere
Barely miss Olympus Mons and crash into a glacier
Peering out a tinted port, surprised at what we find
A stinky dank, A healthy growth of a different kind
(Different kind)
Smoke, Get High
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2. |
Gospel (Get It Together)
04:51
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Hey man, you're all by yourself, when you're walking through that door
Your god’s no where to be found when you're pieces on the floor
You think your soul will be saved
Man you're lying to yourself
Hey kid, you're waiting in line trying to make that better choice.
Your insignificant vow
Makes you think you have a voice
Get your head in the game and try
To make a change yourself
We gotta get it together
We gotta burn the whole thing down
We gotta to make things better
We gotta turn it all around
(This is the Gospel, according to the road)
Hey you, up high on the hill with your pockets full of lies
How many tremble in fear as you continue
On your rise?
Now wash your hands of this dirt
And open up your eyes
That’s right
Come on people
We got to get it together
That’s right
Let’s get it together
That’s right
Come on people
Yeah, that’s right
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3. |
The Judge
05:13
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Behind the wheel of darkness
The pedal to the floor
My knuckles clenched in tension
Like never before
I’m in a race ‘til the end
No fear within the decent
I’m sitting in motion
Head off to the way of the new rising Sun
Intelligent minds know the pull of the world
She’s like my black Messiah
I praise her every move
My knuckles clenched in tension
Fit every groove
Forever, lost together, in time. In time.
Intelligent minds know the pull of the world
And I’m getting closer to death
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4. |
Truck Stop Hooker
04:50
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She’s looking for something
She’s hitting the streets
Got a new dress on now, baby
Man, she’s looking sweet
Ain’t nothing but classy
With all of the moves
When she’s down on her knees, now brother
Man, she really grooves
Oh Yeah!
That’s Right!
Back alleys and hotels
Out living the dream
Hard life in the city, baby
Makes her want to scream
Fast times and cocaine
Whiskey and sin
Face down in the gutter now
Is the trash she’s dying in
She’s feeling lonely when she’s walkin’ out that door
Respect in hand, with nothing less and nothing more
(Goddamn It)
You’re mother gives great helmet, baby
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5. |
Wizard Staff
05:45
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Goddamn this water tastes so familiar
Four, six, eight, ten, twelve, I can't even stand
I'll feel like shit this time tomorrow
My head in a vice my face in the can
I've seen you lookin this way for hours
Those racoon eyes that smug ass grin
These goggles sure make you look hotter
In the end girl I'm gonna win
I got a new way
To reduce your fear
With the wizard staff
I know I'm seeing clear
I got a new way
To reduce your fear
With the wizard staff
I know I'm seeing clear
I got a new way
To reduce your fear
With the wizard staff
I know I'm seeing clear
I got a new way
To reduce your fear
With the wizard staff
I know I'm seeing clear
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6. |
Do It Yourself
03:45
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I'm overloaded
Need time to shine
Feed all emotions
Commit the crime
I got a stinging feeling
Racing through my bones
Given temptation
It's time to go
Dirty and souless
Image defined
Feel every emotion
Hear every lie
These sudden pictures
Have me moving, keeping beat
repeat performance
Works everytime
I am the master of this world
With every motion I will rise up hard to the task
You gotta do it yourself sometime
and in the end you're feeling fine
You gotta do it yourself
I am the master of this world
With every motion I will rise up hard to the task
You gotta do it yourself sometime
and in the end you're feeling fine
You gotta do it yourself
I sold my soul she blew my mind
Pray to the lord I don't go blind
These hairy palms will do just fine
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