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From The Wreckage
03:11
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Golden fields shine from the wreckage
Golden fields cease to shine hidden by the train
Sixteen men go marching on
Fourteen dead and gone
Sixteen soldiers march home from the wreckage
Sixteen out of thirty come marching home
Sixteen out of thirty come marching home
Sixteen men go marching on
Fourteen dead and gone
Sixteen soldiers march home from the wreckage
Momma believe in wrong and right
Fair of fight for the vagabond
The vagabond’s last hope sits in the gutter
The Holy Ghost
In the stars that mean nothin that really matter most
It’s the laughter and the tears
In the fire and the faith kept us warm through the years
Of the wine, whiskey, and water
No I ain’t goin down like a lamb to the slaughter
From the wreckage comes salvation
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2. |
Been Down That Road
03:30
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Well I drag myself back from the dead
And get ready for the fight
Well I ain’t got no telephone to wake me late at night
Well I’m not disconnected; no I ain’t no private man
And I’m not sure that you know all that
You think you understand
So don’t you tell me what is what
I’ve got tattoos older than you
I’ve been around the block and back
Back before the block was new
I’ve been too many times
Down that long and desolate road
Too many times
Seen good friends and lovers go
And one too many nights
I heard that prison door slam closed
God knows I’ve been down that road
I’ve been face down in the gutter man
I’ve had dinner with the king
I’ve been broke and rich not sure is which
Hey money don’t mean a thing
Well it’s good to be had
And it’s had to be good
Well hero’s ghosts and memories
Get lost in Hollywood
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3. |
Empty House
04:13
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Ya know that girl
That girl that use to hang about
Born to bruise hearts and raise all doubt
Ya know that house
That empty house up on the hill
The one where you’ve always lived
And probably will
Extra extra, read all about it
No one lives there still
But there’s a little light
Just kinda shimmerin'
From your window sill
And they just can’t seem to take that damn for sale sign down
Take your damn for sale sign down
Ya know that place
That place we use to run and hide in
The one where you did all your subsidin'
Down across the street from old Mr. Stones
Back behind memories and memories
Of cop cars and bones
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4. |
Lights
02:21
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Me and you standing in the dark
Waiting for the light shine
Waiting for a spark
Your world is dark one
You’re gonna miss me when I’m gone
And I don’t wanna be there when the lights come on
Torn in the two cryin’ in the corner
I hear ya like DJ spinnin’ that same, same old song
Your world is a dark one
Your gonna miss me when I’m gone
And I don’t wanna be there when the lights come on
Baby we’ve got no T.V.
We’ve got no electricity
Radio receiver’s burned out and I can’t get through
We’ve got four feet in the grave
And the man says Jesus will save!
But even he don’t wanna be there
No I don’t wanna be there
Baby I don’t wanna be there when the lights come on
I miss lovin’ you my darlin’
I miss kissin’ you goodnight
I miss the way you used to hate me
I miss the way we use to fight
Sometimes I let myself go there
I miss the way you use to come
But I don’t Wanna be there
No I don’t Wanna be there
Baby I don’t Wanna be there when the lights come on
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5. |
Young Tattered & Torn
04:05
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Well every Wednesday night at 6 pm - We’d get together me and some o’ my friends - It was a secret society; we’d sit around and just drink
Well it was me and my girl destination to end - Johnny and Jules they was always late again - But that’s where good friendships and fraudulent stories were born
We were young we were wild we were fast and reeking of style - We were young we were tattered and we were torn
And I remember the time the look on your face - Cops rolled on in you were passed out in grace - But they couldn’t wake ya - No one could break ya man you were priceless and cheap
And then it all fell apart the summer went bad - Rejoined the band it was all that I had - Searchin’ for something, somewhere - or someone to somehow still make me believe
Well some friends fade away then there’s those that hang till the end - And that bullet, I’d still take for you even long as it’s been - And some of the best friends that I’ve ever had - Juvenile delinquents, guilty and bad
Well now it’s nearly summer still cold outside - California sun up and decided to die - When I look back, the things that I done, I still can’t believe I’m alive
And all the promises, that we all made we’d stick together our word would not fade - now that all we’ve got, are the memories that we pocket somewhere along the way - And if I had a chance yeah to somehow go back, there ain’t one damn thing I would change - And I still miss them days~ yeah I miss them good old days
Yes we’re still young, we’re still wild, we’re still fast and reeking of style
We’re all young, we’re all tattered yeah we’re all young, we’re all tattered and we’re all young - We are tattered and we are torn
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Kick
02:30
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We can sit here and wait for the good times to come
But the best time to do this is now
So I’ll stand up and fight and I’ll kick all night
I’ll kick till the fence breaks down
I know jobs have been scarce and the work force is weak
The union is striking again
Ten thousand men out of work my friend
And the man still sticks out his hand
And we’ll kick all night again
We’ll kick down the federal fence
Well a child has got to eat and a mans got to sleep
To wake up and fight like a man
With a strength to be strong and stand so long
As it takes to plow this land
And we’ll drive all night again my friends
We’ll drive until the road comes to end
We’ll drive past the profits and stop for the saints
And this time the losers will win
Well I’ll wake up in jail
If that’s what it takes
Again with no fear in these eyes
For family and friend I will fight till the end
I’ll kick till I’m killed or I die
I’ll kick till I’m killed or I…
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7. |
Stuck In This Town
02:38
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Well I walk down to Jimmy’s, I can’t seem to sleep
We’ll close our eyes to the war in the streets
We’ll take secret passages, find our way out
Get higher than heaven, We’ll never come down
Stuck in this town
Well I head down to Amy’s, She answers the door
She ain’t ecstatic to see me anymore
Something is missing and I think it’s truth
We’re all so busy with nothing to do
Stuck in this town
Well the echoes of sirens, They bellow in the streets
And bits of resistance from each soul I meet
With this that and everything slowly just bringing me down
Stuck in this town
So I take my position the best that I can
Do my rendition of one holy man
Give some bum my last dollar
For one more beer can on the ground
Still coming back down
I’m still stuck in this town
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8. |
Army Of One
03:16
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When we all fall down then we all fall together
All fall together we wont go unsung
When we all fall down then we all fall together
All fall together we’re an army of one.
Take to the drink man, let’s taste the truth
Raise a toast to the passing youth
All we really want is a slap in the face
We live we love we lie
So join the fight man, stake your claim
Get it on and get it done
Marching on in the face of pain
We live we love we die
We are the faithful, We are the few
We are what’s left of the best of you
We are the will, the want and the need
The birth of a beautiful dying bastard breed
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9. |
Money
04:04
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Well it’s a pretty good day for the first time in weeks
I’m thinkin maybe I’ll had downtown
So I jump in my car and I cruise real slow
Check out the workin class crowd
Well I head by the station full of motivation
Girls got a headful of mental masturbation
Maybe there’s a lesson just awaitin to be told
She use to hate me till she heard me on the radio
I got some money if you wanna have a party girl
I got some, I got some, I got some money yeah
Well I met her on a subway down at market and mission
She was lookin a little vacant I was ridin and a wishin
And I got a feelin on a saturday night
And baby got that look in her eyes
Well there’s a bar on the east side, stays open all night
Band lays down the cool rock and roll and it’s my life
It don’t matter got a heart made of gold
Such a bitch till she heard me on the radio
And you can take it any way you want
Slim tender is on a life time bender baby
He’s feelin’ lucky honey, he’s feelin’ lucky tonight
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