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Scaferlati cigarettes
That old Kentucky burn
Jailor, spin the tape again
And tell me what you learn
I hear the hammers calling
The hangman’s mouth a foam
Got me a baker’s dozen
Disciples in my home
Loved them in my way, I did
Ligatures and all
No, they’ll never leave me
But they’re reeking in the hall
Dressed in dolly’s clothes, they are
My loves, they all but burn
The stinking of their passion
To feel their flesh, I yearn
Sorry, lost my way, I have
The blood does flow, I say
Do you have a tissue?
I haven’t wanked today
Scaferlati cigarettes
That old Kentucky burn
Jailor, spin the tape again
And tell me what you learn
Drunken loving man I was
All tits and candy floss
‘Fraid my latest crush, he feeds
My garden’s haircap moss
The coppers they came running
I told all was to tell
Though they barely listened
I acquitted myself well
Yes, I am a monster
And I love a pint of beer
Maybe I was made this way
For the crime of being queer
I hear the hammers calling
The hangman’s mouth a foam
Got me a baker’s dozen
Disciples in my home
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Oh, mother I could use a friend these days
No one has the time for one so different
In her ways
You think me but a fool to be so bold
He always seems to be there when I
Need a hand to hold
I know they find the notion so absurd
They know that I can’t hear them
But I see their every word
They say he had the mischief, by the by
But when he comes to visit, there’s such
Sadness in his eyes
some folks let their mysteries define ‘em
But I’ll take my friends where I can find ‘em
we paint a pretty picture, through and through
He, in his red cap, and me, my
bonnet all in blue
The shadows flit behind the carriageway
Spirits stir inside me when he
Calls me out to play
And if I’m cast from Salem’s sacred halls
At least I’ve found a friend
To hold me when the madness calls
So, Mother, let me stay a little while
Against all better senses I have
Found myself beguiled
some folks let their mysteries define ‘em
But I’ll take my friends where I can find ‘em
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THE LAST MAN
THE LAST MAN STANDING SAT ALONE IN A ROOM
HE LOOKED IN THE MIRROR FACE TO FACE WITH DOOM
THE MIRROR SHATTERED AND SCATTERED
LIKE A SWARM OF BEES
THE LAST MAN ON EARTH COULD IT BE ME
THE LAST MAN STANDING OPENS UP THE DOOR
PICKS UP A NEWSPAPER DATED 1804
DID I LAND IN THE PAST DID I LOSE CONTROL
DID I FALL THROUGH EARTH INTO A BLACKHOLE
DID I LAND IN THE PAST DID I LOSE CONTROL
DID I FALL THROUGH EARTH INTO A BLACKHOLE
THE LAST MAN STANDING
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No one understands me
No one even tries
I can feel the darkness
Growing up inside
Everyday I wake up
And I wonder why
I’m even alive
Everybody hates me
I always get it wrong
No one’s even listening
What if I was gone?
Always been a failure
Why’m I holding on
I think I belong
There on the other side
I’ve had enough of this life
Let go and close my eyes
Take me tonight
Take me tonight
No one even likes me
They barely play pretend
All I’ve ever wanted
was to have a friend
You can lean on me now
We can make a plan
Your sadness will end
Can’t you see it hurts me
Every time you try
Say you really mean it
But you’re still alive
I want you to be happy
I want you in my life, but
I’ll help you to fly
(Help me to fly to the)
There on the other side
You’ve (I’ve) had enough of this life
Let go and close your (my) eyes
Take me tonight (I’ll take you tonight)
Take me tonight (but let’s do this right)
I am afraid
(Just keep going you’re almost there)
Please won’t you stay
(Don’t you worry, I’ll be right here)
I love you (I love you)
I love you (I love you)
It’s never goodbye
(I love you, now die)
Conrad?
You’re on the other side
There’s no more dark, only light
Reach up and touch the sky
It’s never goodbye
It’s never goodbye
It’s never goodbye
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LYRICS
The singer of the boy band blew his mind out in a car
And all the major label heads could say
Was “Find another just like him, we cannot lose a star”
So they got a replacement lad to walk like this and stand like that
Then they got rid of the body straight away
And the ghost of James McCartney can’t make a single sound
And the ghost of James McCartney is dying to be found
The new replacement singer still played left-handed guitar
And made convincing faces for the fans
But something got real messy when he tried to write a song
So in came six or seven men to make it sound like it had been
But all ghostwriters are haunted in their plans
‘Cause the ghost of James McCartney can’t write a single word
And the ghost of James McCartney is dying to be heard
Today it’s been three times as long as when he was alive
And all the major label heads can say
Is “Boys, we’re in here way too deep, we cannot drop the lie”
So still that same replacement man’s imprisoned by this desperate scam
And he wonders if there’s any other way
But the ghost of James McCartney can’t say a single word
And the ghost of James McCartney is dying to be heard
And the ghost of James McCartney can’t make a single sound
And the ghost of James McCartney is dying to be found
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released April 25, 2022
