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Plan '08
03:53
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Take the car around the block then be back here in 3
Won’t take but a moment for us to get all that fucking money
Put the gold in the bag and don’t you even think
Of pressing that alarm now honey, just keep bagging up the money, don’t be scared and don’t act funny, we don’t want to hurt nobody, just keep those hand in the air....
Bang bang shoot sky, no one here has to die
We’re almost outta here now and were taking what we came for Lay down on the floor and count to ten before you rise
By that time well be on our way, disappearing with the setting sun....
The bikes are loaded and were gone. All southbound to oblivion. Forsaking everything we know.
We have to go
Look back one time, not coming back I don’t mind We crave to be free tucked up beside the sea Heading for the shore where our loot gets us more Old sunny Nicaragua
Our faces all smiles, racked up 4000 miles
So high, lay low, now we are Pinolero
The sand, the sun, the fuckin plan is done
Sip rum in the bar yeah, that golden Flor De Cana
All southbound to oblivion. Forsaking everything we know. We have to go
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Toro Pozo
05:16
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The last day of his life went to shit so fast that it knocked the breath right out of the neighborhood. Misunderstandings and misjudgments intertwined with blood and tears as panic and pain gripped the street. And when the sentence of death was cast down from the mouths of the ones he trusted, because there was no other choice, he just sat stoic and unshaken, comforted by his convictions. Heel... No... Good... Let's go...
He was a handsome devil with a god’s physique Big and brash and bold
He had a tough guy look and an attitude
And a heart made out of gold
Well if you knew him well then you knew you would Be safe under his care
But if he sensed you to be unworthy
You better be prepared
Get back inside, oh someone’s gonna die
Oh no, you’re dead, mutha fucka you lost your head Toro Pozo
Oh he was quicker than lightning and he never got tired He only ran for fun
Cos he was scared of nothin so he stood his ground Just soaking up the sun
Loyal to the ones he vowed to protect
A stone not rolling soon
But at the drop of a dime for a loved one’s cause He would jump over the fucking moon
Get back inside, oh someone’s gonna die
Oh no, you’re dead, mutha fucka you lost your head Toro Pozo
Most dogs go to heaven but he had to heed the call To sit under the table in the worthy warrior’s hall Dying old or sick and tired, he'd be unsatisfied
In a blaze of glory had to be the way he died
Following his instincts was the only protocol Following instructions was not logical at all
Never yielding in spite of what hopeful humans willed Following his instincts till the day it got him killed
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Treaded & Shedded
02:11
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She won’t buy none
She defies ya
She don’t buy into it son
He’s a liar
His defiler
Is now what She must become
Cast your ballot of bones Into the steel drum fire
And throw away your hopes Infatuated drones
On knees with desire Incinerated votes
On deaf Ears fell Your plea
He sticks a sign into his lawn
Tells us which side he is on
Its blue its red the systems dead (you fool) And he could not be any prouder
But still he screams a little louder
Stick that fucking sign into your lawn Screaming through the night until the dawn
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Pass time Change mind Truth defined Join the grind Feeling fine One more time
Flip hood
Should or could Iron or wood Fuckin good Understood Fucking understood
And we revert to eat our own when we despair Forget the values of society that we call refined When truly hungry we have just one single care Upon our kin we gnash our teeth... dine
Pass time Change mind Truth defined Join the grind Feelin fine Out of time
Feeling good Wish I could Understood
Fuckin good Understood Fucking understood
I’ve had enough of you
And what you’re about to do Its time to scrap those lies And see through crystal eyes
Take back what you gave to me And get the fucker away from me Ide claw back into warmth
If I though I had a life to save
We slip right through the cross hairs We’re leaving with our lives
Avoid time in the cages
Sit back and remember this day This fucking day
And we revert to eat our own when we despair Forget the values of society that we call refined When truly hungry we have just one single care Upon our kin we gnash our teeth... dine
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Sacks of Entrails
03:22
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Think you're entitled to wealth health and luck You are just chemistry and you are fucked No rules or standards to comfort your wants Cry to your leaders like infants that taunt
Look into eyes that are hollow Watching you crawl
The world burns around you
The system is working so perfectly well Stuck in your blissfully ignorant hell
You are a number and numbers produce Wealth to weave curtains that veil dirty truth
Look into eyes that are hollow Watching you crawl
The world burns around you
Sense that your movements are programed to fail Your skeletal structure is dust, ash, and frail
Things that you want and you think make you whole Are glamorous trinkets as dull as your soul
THE BUZZARDS ARE CIRCLING YOU
Look into eyes that are hollow Watching you crawl
The world burns around you
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Anxious Axe
04:13
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Lucky two times
Better never to hear from you
Hot rounds took down
Barely breathing has to do
Tell you one thing
Make it better if you can
Upside downtown
Teeter totter on the backside sing it again
Missed a sign I hope to find
Think these helpless thoughts until I drown
Some soothe so slow
Some bring it around town Choking on your
Words of wisdom wheezing Uh oh fucker
Charming aint paying off That’s right hotshot
Focus back to see it blur
Missed a sign I hope I find
Think these helpless thoughts until I drown
And I’m feeling so ashamed You’re the one to blame This broken head of mine
Shake it off (X3) Take it off (X3) Cut it off (X3) OFF
You’ve got so much
Grief all fucking day
One thing tell me
How do I keep you far away If you don’t mind
Give back the cracked side of your thoughts Upside downtown
Teeter totter on the backside sing it again
Missed a sign I hope I find
Think these helpless thoughts until I drown
Feeling so ashamed You’re the one to blame This broken head of mine
Turn my back to the sky Never wanted to fly Turn my back to the sky Learning how to die
Shake it off (X3) Take it off (X3) Cut it off (X3) OFF
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