1. |
Ruben's Ride
02:40
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The storm approaches
And I worry not
A blast of salt for baths to make my nerves stand taut
In hand my boom stick
A wrangled beast
Aluminum puncture wounds to inject fuel in me for my spree
On the back of the beast
I ride the angry seas
Fire shots in the sky
By me even Gods can die
Tsunami waves bring my wrath to land
Gilled, fang-toothed steed of seas
On I ride to conquer all of man
On the back of the beast
I ride the angry seas
Fire shots in the sky
By me even Gods can die
On the back of the beast
I ride the angry seas
Now til the end of time
They'll speak of Ruben's Ride
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2. |
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I'm feeling slow tonight, I guess I'll just stay in
I'll just sip a few with my guitar
A few turns 22, and now it's 4 a.m.
It looks like work will have to wait again
I didn't feel like drinking until I started drinking
I don't know what I was thinking
If I hadn't started drinking I wouldn't be here singing
Cause that's when I wrote this song
Spill out the van again, it's time to rock 'n roll
My head's still spinning from the night before
I just don't feel it, I can't even hear this band
The cure's abundent here, there's one in everybody's hand
I didn't feel like drinking
Until I started drinking (x2)
I didn't feel like drinking until I started drinking
I didn't feel like drinking
I didn't feel like drinking until I started drinking
I'm sure glad I started drinking
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3. |
DisasTOUR
01:57
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Grab your gear and life and throw it in the van
Kiss your job goodbye, it's time to hit the road again
Cook rocks in Springfield, dodge death with Bill
Forge on through the desert where we know the shows are ill
Alright
Driving through the mountains, tranmission fluid's low
Too broke to eat again, more shows canceled for snow
Transmission drops out, let's trade this fucker in
Halfway through to Kansas when a Mac Truck does us in
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4. |
Foot Chase
02:53
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Up on the dash, you're drawing me in
Might not be normal, but sure ain't a sin
A gleam in my eye, a tent in my pants
I'm down for this foot chase, I'll take every chance
Don't show me your face, I don't wanna know
Enjoying the scene here, I'll follow the show
Don't know where you're going, I don't really care
Cancel all my plans, today I'll just stare
Cutie-pa-tootie, my bi-pedal beauty
You just made my heart skip a beat
Burning my tires, you're lighting my fire
It's getting real tight in my seat
You wiggle, you shake; I tingle, I quake
In this race I'll be coming in first
Perched right on the glove, they scream for a rub
My gas tank is full and it's ready to burst
Don't show me your face, I don't wanna know
Enjoying the scene here, I'll follow the show
Don't know where you're going, I don't really care
Cancel all my plans, today I'll just stare
Never knew it could be this way
Love at first sight with no eyes
Don't mind the guy sitting next to you
I'll follow you all through the night
Never knew it could be this way
Love at first sight with no eyes
Don't mind the guy sitting next to you
I'll follow you all through the night
Right by your side, no where to hide
Every second I'm gaining more ground
But the moment they're out of my sight
I'm turning this damn thing around
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5. |
Ginger Rails
02:58
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Walked in, to the back
My eyes were drawn to a half-bare rack
She sat alone, in the rear
She scraped her solace off a hand held mirror
The spots on her face were red and brown
The dust on her nose was white
She said , "Hey there handsome stranger. Think I got what you need."
And God Damn if she was ever right
Blast off to Hell
With Ginger Rails
All others pale
She took me home and she jumped my bones
I did a blast and went right for that ass
But her stuff was "that stuff" and it K.O.ed my junk
She left me nude and lonely like some dumb young punk
I knew the truth right from the start
That girl gets off on breaking hearts
I should have known from the first drip
I just got on a sinking ship
That night I failed
With Ginger Rails
All others pale
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6. |
Get Wrecked
02:29
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Wasted at the bar again
Tonight we got no show
My eyes are getting heavy
I hope I score some blow
If you're buying
I'll take what's wet
Don't ask, don't tell
Top shelf or well
I'm taking everything I can
GET WRECKED
The boys are getting restless
The ratio is off
Someone don't get some action soon
Someone's gonna get their head knocked off
We're drinking life away
But we're all dead so that's OK
Spent my rent on getting bent
Life sucks this is the only way
GET WRECKED
So what are we looking for?
A fight, a drink, a dirty whore
Only one thing's for sure
We'll drink until we're face down on the floor
Drink(x7)
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7. |
Sleeping With the Enemy
03:34
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We stand fast on the front lines
Taking every single hit
You say you know the battle field
But my friend you don't know shit
Small men of small minds have grown tall through the time
But can't stand long enough to use something behind
We'll fight the good fight, leave no man behind
Expect those deserters forgotten by time
Knee deep and alone in the tenches
With only ourselves to defend
Just bail out and now to the rat race
Now zip that shit tight and just call this the end
We've sworn the oath of loyalty
No surrender or defeat
A traitor is among us
We've been sleeping with the enemy
So we do the only thing we know
And execute the guilty
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Your Flock of Seagulls hair cut ain't metal no matter what you say
You say that you like girls, but even Halford thinks that you look gay
Look like a fat ass teenage girl, Facebook says you're a man
Do the scene a favor and quit playing in a fucking band
Speaking of doing favors, you should buy yourself a mirror
If that T shirt were alive it would be squirting fucking tears
Busting at the seams or so it seems, wear clothes that fucking fit
Those pants are so damn tight, it must be really hard to take a shit
Let's make sure to get real mad when one of us does well
More fans must means they sold out, at least they got something to sell
Redundancy's a cop out, not the sound of being free
How many fucking ways can you go BREE, BREE, BREE, BREE, BREE?
Can't say that we're a new thing, it's all been done before
But all the same at the same time, is just a fucking bore
Cookie cutters mass producing breakdowns and hair cuts
I hope that the next spin kick lands right on your nuts
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9. |
Down the Line
02:08
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If I heard it once I heard a million times
You're the alpha baby, king of lies
Say you've seen it all can't tell me how it looks
A work of fiction just like in a book
Quit, you're lost
You've had your time
You're in my fucking way
Move over and let me get mine
It's Done, we've got somewhere to be
Cut off the deadweight
We're picking up speed
Say you know it all, say you've won it all
But truth be told you're getting old and all your tales are tall
To Think someone did more would make your ego sore
Just hang it up and head on down the line
No need to try again capturing old times
Get lost, just stop, I'm getting off
I'm too tall for this ride
The show is over now it's time to head on home
I've got my shit packed up to head out on my own
You finally got where you want
Life in the small pond just seems like a swamp
Haven't we been here before?
Stuck in the same shit, I'm going for more
Get out of my fucking way
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10. |
Made in Rock
02:56
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We honed our craft in squalor
Squat on floors, sleeping in cars
For a half hour to holler
In the corner of dive bars
It's a long way to the top, and we're used to living low
Killed another crowd tonight and that's all we have to show
Liars and thieves, snakes in the leaves
Vultures just waiting to bite
Kicked in the head; robbed, left for dead
Without even seeing the fight
Abandoned by some we called brother
Those who all swore to stay true
Spit on your memory and try this again
This time we got nothing to lose
I look out ahead and I see a steep climb
Don't think twice about scaling the peaks
And we're willing to die for one shot at the gold
And we'll chase that damn prize til we're withered and old
Maybe, baby we can find a way out
Without you
Maybe we can get out of this place
And when we do
Hit the ground at a record pace
Grab the world by it's throat and spit right in it's face
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11. |
Hella Weights
01:50
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All prim and proper
You primp and you posture
Flexing and grunting
A total imposter
Throw loud barks at the weakest marks
To look big for the few who care
A tough guy in those eyes and he'll prove it with lies
A tyrant of bullshit, a head ten feet wide
King of the castle made from smoke and mirrors
Gross, grand dillusions, imagining their cheers
Make sure the spotlight only shines bright for you
But the only place it shines is behind doors in your own room
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12. |
Stellar Mass
04:44
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intrumental
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13. |
Bar Room Bully
03:21
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Broke as a joke, still we're all stoke
We're gonna paint it red
Drink turpentine, formaldehyde
Walk like the fuckin dead
We'll make ends meet, we always do
Somehow we'll get our fill
Now shut your mouth and buy the band a drink
Give us all your beer money
We can't afford our fix
You can't imagine what it takes to load up us four pricks
We'll buy our shots with change
Hustle you with rigged street games
As long as this night ends up in a ditch
Hey babe, I like you shoes and everything you're wearing
Not to be rude, but I can see you caught me staring
Let's step out side and take a ride in the back of my van
Just give me fifteen minutes and I'll send you back in to your man
Give us all your beer money
Just put it on your tab
We'll take your car too cause we can't afford a cab
Being poor ain't bad, we make the best of what we got
But my vision isn't blurry yet
So buy another shot
Looks like you're buying
This one's on you
Another night dying
That's what we do
I'll give you forty bucks for one bag of regrets
I know that shit's been stepped on, but it's all that I can get
Just chop em out and then we'll blast off behind space
Keep rolling over speed bumps and we'll lay this night to waste
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