1. |
Mischief
03:17
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My name is Mischief, and I just walked in-
to the house to party with my friends.
Shut your mouth and know your role.
I wear all black 'cause it suits my soul.
Paint the town red. This is who I am;
this is what I do. this is what I do.
You're out of control. This is who I am;
this is what I do. This is what I do.
Transforming with one quick slot.
Here's to the night; are you in or not?
Don't let this smirk hide who I am.
I'm just a prankster of the damned.
You may not know my face or my name,
so I'm here tonight to spread my fame.
I'll keep drinking 'til I get a crowd.
I might burn down City Hall.
At the scene of this heinous crime,
the cops will find your brand new car.
Before the flames, now I'm gone,
and you'll take the blame.
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2. |
Don't Wear Yourself Thin
02:41
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Another shift, punch in punch out.
9 to 5's what you're all about.
Debts to pay; those bills await.
Life indentured y paper weight.
On the grind, waste your time.
Get in; get out. Just get by.
Live for Friday, two days unchained.
Then five more days of life in vain.
Not worth the price
to always give in.
So, stand up for yourself:
don't wear yourself thin.
Wear yourself thin-
Don't wear yourself thin.
Wear yourself thin-
Don't wear yourself thin.
Another day, to much on your plate.
Check the clock, brain can't escape.
The flesh is strong; the mind is weak.
On the edge of your defeat.
Been at home, no end in sight.
No time to think; you've gotta fight
the weaker side of who you are.
Cover up your hidden scars.
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3. |
308
03:00
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Callin' all cars. All cars come in.
That bastard at Mayville, he’s callin' again
about a noise complaint down at 308.
These filthy motherfuckers gonna put them away.
And there’s gonna be beating...
And there's gonna be stitches...
There's gonna be bleeding
With these sons of bitches (Down at 308)
Where the woman are fine
and the beer flows like wine...
(308)
Where the party is kickin',
but your liver's trippin'...
(308)
Where the beer comes cheap
and you don’t stop 'til your 20 deep:
down at 308.
Sitting by the wall, wall’s paper thin
next to that house of liquor and sin
It’s never too late down at 308,
These filthy motherfuckers gonna put them away.
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4. |
The Way I Want To Live
02:46
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You know that you are worth more than you are paid
Another day, another day another dime; this man is never made.
You cut the cord; you rack your brain.
The systems crashed and you’re the same.
The easy way is not okay.
The man has got to pay.
Work all day inside this box
you spend so much time to receive.
Stay the course; there's no remorse.
This is not the way I want to live
my life.
Stay the course; there's no remorse, but
this is not the way I want to live.
Objects only define,
and labels only degrade
the content of your character
and how your life’s portrayed.
You’re not your job; your current trend.
None of this matters in the end.
Wasted time, I can't defend.
Your will is not condemned.
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5. |
Getaway Sticks
03:41
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Got you on my mind; try to walk the line,
but your hips are way too sweet, your legs too fine.
For me to forget and just walk away-
I'm gonna make my move on you today.
Immoral thoughts within my head,
impurities down my spine.
Starin' at you all night; just give me a sign.
I don't know what time it is,
and I don't really care.
I've got to get you away from your click;
I gotta get up them getaway sticks.
Big smirk on my face, I've got you at my place.
Gonna treat you right tonight, and your pants just might
fall onto the floor. Got you beggin' me for me.
Not gonna stop until we're sore
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6. |
Embrace These Changes
02:28
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Got you on my mind; try to walk the line,
but your hips are way too sweet, your legs too fine.
For me to forget and just walk away-
I'm gonna make my move on you today.
Immoral thoughts within my head,
impurities down my spine.
Starin' at you all night; just give me a sign.
I don't know what time it is,
and I don't really care.
I've got to get you away from your click;
I gotta get up them getaway sticks.
Big smirk on my face, I've got you at my place.
Gonna treat you right tonight, and your pants just might
fall onto the floor. Got you beggin' me for me.
Not gonna stop until we're sore
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7. |
Idiot Box
02:33
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The idiot box-
(It's comin' for you...) - x8
Mannnnn or machine, no difference to me.
A hundred-forty characters written by me.
Defines who i am and all I can be.
No stream of thought in the digital sea.
Chorus
(The idiot box)
is trying to control you.
(The idiot box)
knows everything that you do.
(The idiot box)
falsifies the truth.
(The idiot box)
will seek and destroy you.
No time for reflection; well, have no fear.
The age of indecision and dependence is here.
No common sense through thick and thin;
Now human nature is considered a sin.
The same ease of use that we seek
has led our generation to be shallow and meek.
Too many problems; unable to cope.
See a box of ignorance as our beacon of hope.
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8. |
I Don't Give a Damn
02:50
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You really think I give a fuck about what you think of me?
You tell me I don’t make no sense or come from pedigree.
Everything I do is drunk insanity.
Friend or foe, no consequence is few and far between.
Say what you will;
nothin's gonna change.
Drag me through the mud,
cause I don’t give a damn.
Go ahead and judge me now if that’s the way it is.
Tell yourself what you must to make it through the day.
Nothing in this whole damn world can save me from myself.
Light the fuse and spread the news that we’re here to stay.
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9. |
Cheap Cars, Fast Women
03:05
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I got a Buick Lesabre that’s pretty beat.
I’m gonna have some fun in that big back seat.
All these fine ladies make my car look slow,
so I have to peak your interest till the end of the show.
Got mismatched doors and no hub caps.
Gonna steam these windows up with one big blast.
They’re chugging beers and downing bombs;
These are not the girls you bring home to mom.
Once you get going there ain't no quittin'.
Can’t stop now, the adrenalines kickin'.
Taking your chances when you put yourself in 'em:
Cheap Cars, Fast Women.
It’s got a cracked up windshield and I can’t see.
It’s got milk crates for seats, my apologies.
I’m rolling pulp free in my beat up lemon.
It looks like shit, but it will take you to heaven.
The hood's dented up, but it goes to show:
these racy dames won’t say no.
Rolling down main street with disregard
to the status quo, 'cause I’m a rock star.
I got Rhonda in my Honda,
Got Loretta in my Beretta,
Got Anne in my Astro Van,
I got Cleo in my Geo,
Had a threesome in my Neon,
Had a threesome
IN MY NEON.
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10. |
Twisted Minds
04:45
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Look at these fallen lives you see today:
Lying in the gutter 'cause they lost their way.
Those inner demons, those dirty dealings,
those senseless acts, those useless reactions.
The impure feelings that you have inside,
the filthy needs that you can’t deny,
The hatred breeds from the pain you keep,
and you’re out of control like a dog in heat.
Pacify to nullify.
Forget the animal that you were once inside.
Relief from the pain is too good to be true.
You poisoned the well that’s been saving you.
Justify homicide:
gunning down the hood rats that cross that line.
Poison in your body leads to your demise; you're
desensitized to twisted minds.
One more comrade has passed away;
traveled down the wrong path, you're never the same.
His inner pain, his sinister brain
Has made it so he cannot be contained.
Like a burned out bulb, like a shattered soul,
tried to ride the ferry, not pay the toll.
He’s selfishness and self resentment,
the broken ties are your life sentence.
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