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Wait for the Night
04:11
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Well, here comes the night
Clouds hide the moon
There’s still some light
Illuminate what we do
You need a place
They’ll try to take it from you
Where do you call home?
What are you willing to do?
I had enough gentrification, today (x4)
Take aim tonight
By the light of the moon
They have the power
We know what to do
Destroy the night
And love for more
Lock arms where you fit in
And never let go
I had enough gentrification, today (x4)
Wait for the night
The time is right
Take a brick and fight
Fight for your rights!
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2. |
We Ride
04:32
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Freedom, bouncing around in my head
Looking at all the people
Maybe they're happy where they’re led
I am out of reach
Yet maybe exactly with the times
Far away from here now
But it’s still gonna be fine
Sweating filling the hole in my head
Watching all the people
Maybe they'll be happy when they're dead
I don't want to think it
But it’s only a matter of time
So set back and drink up
They’ll make more wine far away from here that’s where I'll be next year
Planes, trains, I don't care
Just get me outta here
Bus, car, I don't care
Ocean, trees, next year
We ride, we ride, we ride
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3. |
Medical Savior
04:57
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Well, I'm on
And it’s ours
The red hand,
Takes, takes
Still I'm on.
Put your faith in me, this mindful plant
Pull it in your lungs, yeah!
If you smoke it, then you'll see.
Legalize it, the way to be.
Medical savior, all in one,
Chill behavior for everyone!
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4. |
Kansas City Gloryhole
05:18
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It was a starlit Nevada
A night like California only dreamed of
We walked in the desert
Holding hands and thinking about better times
I can't get this out of my head
What did I get into?
I keep thinking, were those redheads?
Kansas City Gloryhole
So, there I was, a rustler on the lonesome plain
Staring out across the hills at vaudeville and destruction
A good time was had by all
A good time
I can't get this out of my head
What did I get into?
I keep thinking, were those redheads?
Kansas City Gloryhole
Well, needless to say, it was December
And I've got the pictures to prove it
An overture of blindfolds
'Cause eyes don't matter
I can't get this out of my head
What did I get into?
I keep thinking, were those redheads?
Kansas City Gloryhole
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5. |
Drug Cannon
03:23
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Ye haw!
Run for your life! No one knows your name! (because of your)
Drug cannon!
Patrol drones on the border
Shoot them down, shoot it over
Drug cannon!
We will get our man! Drones are on the prowl (for your)
Drug cannon!
Patrol drones on the border
Shoot them down, shoot it over
Drug cannon!
Drug...
Patrol drones on the border
Shoot them down, shoot it over
Drug cannon!
Run, for, your, LIFE!
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6. |
Smoke Serpent
10:46
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We call our people
we say to thee
for strength and wisdom
this is what you do
Be strong, old ways
Invoke the spirit
don't say your name
give of your free will
and shed your shame
Be strong, old ways
Smoke Serpent
We call your name
Smoke Serpent
Blood offering
Before the coming
of the hated dawn
enemies are running
he'll cut them down
Be strong, old ways
Only one thing to it
give your blood to him
to prove you're fit
this is no whim
Be strong, old ways
Smoke Serpent
We call your name
Smoke Serpent
Blood offering
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7. |
Time and Again
04:49
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We are all born free
So you can't have me
Still please stand by me now
Our love has no chains
Except those we put on it
Descend into Hell
Just to fit with sheep
No
Feel it you and you want more
Own it you're no whore
Free love its own reward
Feelings
You want more
You can't tell me
That it’s wrong
No one can stop you!
You can decide your right!
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8. |
Transit Cop
04:59
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I can't deny the law is on my side
Black, white, blue and red lights shine my pride
Checking tabs, leaving notes
Busting all those fucking jokers who don't know how to park
Who are you hipster? Who are you?
Who are you hipster? Smoke your silly weed.
They can suck a dick
They can lick a sack
They can all fuck off
I'm a transit cop
Busting a fugitive is a dream for me
Put on the handcuffs, throw them in the backseat
I'm justified
Donuts are no problem
I've plenty by my side
Donuts are no problem
I bust crackheads all the time
They can suck a dick
They can lick a sack
They can all fuck off
I'm a transit cop
Is there a problem here?
They can suck a dick
They can lick a sack
They can all fuck off
I'm a transit cop
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I lost others still felt like fate
Just another still it is too late
Darkness is rising round another bend
Feels like I’ve been dealt a bad hand again
She don’t wanna
We don’t wanna
I don’t wanna
Feel like I’m gone so far away
In the arms of brothers
Strength to face the coming day
You talk of others just like they never went away
Darkness is rising around the bend
Feels like I’ve been dealt a bad hand again
She don’t wanna
We don’t wanna
I don’t wanna
Feel like I’m gone so far away
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10. |
Shanghaied in Portland
04:47
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Down below beneath sewers
The city sleeps!
Snaked passage candlelit
Fearful legend on riverbanks!
Wake up, awoke inside
Can’t return here anymore
Daylight, deadfall door
You’re stranded
To the high seas!
(because you're)
Shanghaied in Portland
Nowhere to run
(everybody!) Shanghaied in Portland
You’re out of luck!
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11. |
Earache My Eye
02:50
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My momma talkin' to me
tryin' to tell me how to live
But I don't listen to her
'cause my head is like a sieve
My daddy, he disowned me
'cause I wear my sister's clothes
He caught me in the bathroom
With a pair of pantyhose
My basketball coach,
He done kicked me off the team
For wearin' high-heel sneakers
and actin' like a queen
The world's comin' to an end,
I don't even care
As long as I can have a limo
And my orange hair
And it don't bother me
If people think I'm "funny"
'Cause I'm a big rock star and
I'm makin' lots of money
Money, money, money
Money, money, money
Ahhh! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha...
I'm so bloody rich! Ha ha ha ha
I own apartment buildings and shopping centers! Ha ha ha ha
And I only know three chords! Ha ha ha ha
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Skunk Rider epitomizes badass rock in a down and dirty, back alley kind of way. Born in the narrow confines of a tiny studio crammed between a head shop and a teriyaki restaurant, Skunk Rider spends much time in the alley--getting in touch with the roots of what the Seattle music scene needs to be all about. ... more
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