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Here's a lampshade I spray painted green
A deck of cards without any queens
Take this basket full of tangerines
You get it all for $1.83
It's the yard sale of the apocalypse
Bring cash and your shopping list
This here's a watch that doesn't wind
The perfect clock if you don't follow time
May I present a rack that holds 12 ties
Make that 7, okay maybe 5
It's the yard sale of the apocalypse
Bring cash and your shopping list
When we reach the end of days
I want nothing left, nothing to save
Like a coffin built by murderers
I'm just planning ahead for the future
Selling my soul and the furniture
I think I've given up
There's no returns so keep that in mind
Make sure you're good with the buy
Take all you want I'll be just fine
I won't need it in the afterlife
It's the yard sale of the apocalypse
Bring cash and your shopping list
When we reach the end of days
I want nothing left, nothing to save
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I HAVE HEARD STORIES AND RUMORS AND SUCH
OF A MAN THAT LIVES OUT WEST
PAST WHERE THE ROAD ENDS
THERES NOTHING FOR MILES
THE CREEK BEDS THAT ARE NOW FILLED WITH DUST
IF YOU LOOK ABOVE YOU’LL SEE CIRCLING BIRDS
OVER BODIES THAT HAVE ALL TURNED TO GHOSTS
REFLECTIONS THAT SHINE OFF THE COINS IN THEIR EYES
CAN BE SEEN OFF THE IVORY COAST
OOOOHHH ITS BEST IF YOU JUST TURN AROUND
OOOOHHH AHHHH AHHHH
OOOOHHH ITS BEST IF YOU JUST TURN AROUND
OOOOHHH THE CURSE OF THIS OLD NAMELESS TOWN
THERE IS A MAN WITH A SHOVEL IN HAND
WHO WILL BURY THE ONES LEFT BEHIND
HIS OLD SNAKESKIN BOOTS AND HIS LEATHERY SKIN
TELL THE STORIES OF FORGOTTEN MEN
COFFINS BUILT BY MURDERERS
AND TRAILS BUILT BY THIEVES
THEY ALL LEAD TO TO THIS OLD BONEYARD TOWN
MANY HAVE TRAVELED, BUT FEW WHO ESCAPE
JUST BEWARE IF YOU SEARCH THIS PLACE OUT
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And the Days are long
The nights are colder now
He will soon be coming home
He brings his kill back for his family to feast upon
And he Walks so proud
But the end he sees in his near future
He calls his kids in from outdoors
As he closes up his home once again
And the cross he wears around his neck
Reminds him of lost innocence
at least that's what he says
For his wolvish ways
And a Coffin built by murderers
will soon end his days
Depending on how long he can keep giving them the slip
And he knows this well as he roams his land
He falls in the traps of his predator's hands
But somehow always gets away
he crawls outdoors
quiet as the winter air
Yet sometimes he howls at the sky
telling everyone he's there
Back out on the prowl
He tears the necks from birds before they scream their final words
For he knows the game so well
Returning to the den to feed his family again
And it's in his blood to live this way
His father came before and acted just the same
He'll make sure his pack is safe until the evenings end
Then he'll retire once again
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Listen to the talk among the stars
Deafening echoes from afar
Greed lust anger and villainy
Dark vibrations of our energy
And on this planet
We walk alone
Support the masses
Controlled like drones
Attach devices
And fulfill our dreams
In life's relection
On digital screens
The streets are the march of arid clones
Who follow collective undertones
The singular mind will suffocate
Replaced by functions that automate
And on this planet
We walk alone
Support the masses
Controlled like drones
Attach devices
And fulfill our dreams
In life's relection
On digital screens
Silicon fancy in your eyes
Virtual life to eroticize
Surrender your soul to sub-routines
And electric coffins, built by murder machines
And on this planet
We walk alone
Support the masses
Controlled like drones
Attach devices
And fulfill our dreams
In life's relection
On digital screens
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lay me down in a coffin made by murderers
lay me down won't you lay me down
lay me down in a coffin made by murderers
perhaps the time for redemption will be mine
this time, this time, this time
this time, this time, this time
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A COFFIN BUILT BY MURDERERS
I'M SITTING HERE TALKING TO MYSELF
I'M DRINKING BEER TOASTING TO MY HEALTH
I'M SORRY TO SAY IM FEELING KIND OF GRAY
IN A COFFIN BUILT BY MURDERERS
A COFFIN BUILT BY MURDERERS
I'M FLAILING AWAY ON THIS HIT PARADE
WITH MY BORROWED GUITAR ON A EMPTY STAGE
I'M SORRY TO SAY IM FEELING OUT OF PLACE
IN A COFFIN BUILT BY MURDERERS
A COFFIN BUILT BY MURDERERS
WISH I COULD BE HIGH UP ON A MOUNTAIN TOP
WISH I COULD BE ON AN OPEN SEA
WISH I COULD BREATHE THE AIR INSIDE OF ME
WISH I COULD SEE AS FAR AD I COULD SEE
I'M SITTING HERE IN A MOTEL BAR
OFF I-95 WITH A MAP OF THE STARS
I'M SORRY TO SAY THAT I'M RUNNING OUT OF SPACE
IN A COFFIN BUILT BY MURDERERS
A COFFIN BUILT BY MURDERERS
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Murders in the rue morgue
Victims left behind
Coffin built by murderers
Messing with your mind
Two minutes to midnight
Ticking like a bomb
Knife cuts deep and easy
Here and then your gone
Over the wall, under the bed
There are dark days coming, dark days coming
Standing alone quick or be dead
Dark days coming dark days up ahead
V2
Seven deadly secrets
Never be revealed
Wallowing and suffering
Parole has been appealed
Twisting ever slowly
Hanging on the line
Watching everything go blank
In a moment left behind
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Suuusun - blurry words
02:25
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Do do…
Aw I forgot to do the thing
I’ll just have to wing it
Do do do do…
First I had some coffee
and then I had some more
and then I had a sandwich
and just wanted to snore
I thought about the thing
but I wasn't in the mood
And then I got distracted
Do do…
Do do…
Aw I forgot to do the thing
I’ll just have to wing it
Do do do do...
A coffin made by murderers
have coffee made from furry turds
I scoff at all your blurry words
Amen
Do do..
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He had a coffin made by murderers as he laid to rest
Not just one, but his & hers, when she follows next
Li di di di di
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A boat made of paper as he floats to the sea
The people all stop & stare while he sails in the breeze
Li di di di di
And when we touch down
On the world where we'll live now
We'll blend with the clouds
And hide underground
He had a strange view of the world and the people he saw
Their hearts would sometimes turn to the pictures he'd drawn
Li di di di di
And when we touch down
On the world where we'll live now
We'll blend with the clouds
And hide underground
-- some sort of solo --
He had a coffin made by murderers as he laid to rest
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As I lie awake in a coffin built by murders
I can’t escape
The 3am eternal internal
Dive in the mind
To the dry well
Dust, mold and cobwebs
Tired windows
candles burnt at both ends
I am so afraid
The spark that once raged
In a beautiful bloom
Will forever be gray
Ash and dismay
Clear canvas of doom
As I lie awake in a coffin built by murders
I contemplate
Is apathy or atrophy going to be the death of me?
Well, hell no
I won’t go down that way
Begging and pleading
Blackness envelopes me
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