1. |
Dark Horse Matter
03:37
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DARK HORSE MATTER LYRICS
It’s a dark, dark horse
Of love off the course
Dream to sleep to door
Too late waking
So hot surely
Drove curly and whirly
Stars on the killing floor
Bodies shaking
Picked him like a candy cane
Striped up loudly and insane
Boldly made for you
Times two, all codes broken
Took a dark horse bet
Pain and regret
Bodies rolling on the floor
All hands quaking
Picked him like a candy cane
Striped up loudly and insane
Boldly made for you
Times two, all codes broken
What the hell did he do now?
Pissing up a rope in the rain
Guess it’s all in the game
This dark horse matter
(Going down a chewable road)
Heavy blood pressure
(Now we all are in the fold)
This dark horse matter
(Dying on an unknown road)
Heavy blood pressure
Undoing was foretold
Dark horse
Picked him like a candy cane
Striped up loudly and insane
Boldly made for you
Times two, all codes broken
What the hell did he do now?
Pissing up a rope in the rain
Boldly hyped, no guts
Guess it’s all in the game
This dark horse matter
(Dying down a chewable road)
Heavy blood pressure
(Now we all are in the fold)
This dark horse matter
(Dying on an unknown road)
Heavy blood pressure
Dead as fool’s gold
Dark horse
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2. |
Force Quit
03:30
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FORCE QUIT LYRICS
You batted your eyes
I battered my soul
I took a ride
Now I gotta go
Your lips like honey
Your hips like snow
I buried all the flowers
Now I gotta go
Took the chicken exit
You won't change my mind
Force Quit
Force Quit
Force Quit
Oh
Force Quit
Force Quit
Force Quit
Now it's all through the fucking roof
Don't care about your cryin' or
Your mixed-up funky news
You’re still a special person
I gotta float
Ship needs a captain
Here comes the rescue boat
I'm in the pole position
Final lap around
Force Quit
Force Quit
Force Quit
Oh
It's either me or
you you you
you you you
you you you
you you you
you you you
I took the chicken exit
You won't change my mind
Force Quit
Force Quit
Force Quit
It's either me or
you you you
you you you
you you you
you you you
you you you you
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3. |
Sweet Wisdom Truth
03:35
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SWEET WISDOM TRUTH LYRICS
I’m in a helpless trap
Constant cravings for crap
Pushed from here to there
Wondering if I really care
Really rocked my rocking chair
When did I stop caring?
Lying about the abscess in the news
Infection spreading computer pews
What the fuck do I do?
In the middle of the room
Just sit here drowning grounding
Catch a breath or death
Final thoughts on rotten fruit
Surgery and the truth
Eyes dots gone given the boot
Extraction causing sweet wisdom truth
Wounded bison released stealing heavy sheep
Demand rewards for those who sacrificed their sleep
No toxic streams
Had beat it
Had to bleed it
To defeat it
I need sweet wisdom truth
To get, get, get me through
Eyes dots gone given the boot
Extraction causing sweet wisdom truth
Na na na na na na (4x)
I need sweet wisdom truth
To get, get, get me through
Final Thoughts on rotten fruit
Surgery needs sweet wisdom truth
Na na na na na na (3x)
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4. |
Willfully Wrong
03:51
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WILLFULLY WRONG LYRICS
You are willfully blind
This isn’t the time
Maybe you hate yourself
We are of this world
We have not a choice
I am willfully wrong
Getting murdered, getting gonged
Absolutely free
To be you
And you be me
Romance is dead
Love is all dread
Why try
Why try
I’ll tell you why
A flicker to keep alive
In a hurricane of strange and evil days
You are willfully blind
This isn’t the time
Maybe you love yourself
We are not of this world
We make it up as we go along
We are willfully wrong
Getting beat up in the streets
Put us under a bag or a sheet
All romance is dead
Love is blood red
Why try
Why try
I won’t tell you why
Forget it I won’t tell you why
Burn the whole thing down
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5. |
The Transactional
04:06
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THE TRANSACTIONAL LYRICS
Gimme something good
I’ll give you something in kind
We don’t know what we might be doing
It escapes my mind
Ours is not for debating
I’m at a cellphone store
The connection is fading
We don’t talk anyway anymore
Put ‘er there
Fair and square
House holds the full house
I only got one pair
chorus
Everything is painful
When all you know is pain
It’s the favorite cocktail
Of the bleeding insane
chorus
Do you ever ponder
What greases your gears?
I wish you could wonder
Like I have for years
There’s no ‘U’ in me
There’s no me and you
A brief history
Is all bullets to you
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6. |
Talkin' to Larry
03:01
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TALKIN' TO LARRY LYRICS
I could really go for a nice cup of coffee right now
I think it's going to rain today
We watch the El go by
We watch the pigeons fly
And feed them McDonald's fries
I could really go for a nice can of Old Style right now
I think I'm going to jump off a bridge today
We watch the kids smoke crack
While I scratch Larry's back
He dreams of a Big Mac
Larry used to be Polish
He used to work in a lamp factory
I says, Hey Larry, why don't you make me a lamp some time?
He says he'll make me a big red one
Larry's a nice old gent but you don't want to get too close to him
If you get too close to him he just might mistake you for a friend
If you get too close to him his smell might wear off on your clothes
But if you get too close to him you just might see yourself
In the wrinkles in his face
Ohh! But I'm just talkin' to Larry!
I'm just talkin' to, I'm just talkin' to Larry
I'm just talkin' to, I'm just talkin' to Larry
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7. |
Can't Go Home
03:22
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8. |
Call the Game
07:38
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CALL THE GAME LYRICS
You wanna call the game
Can’t see the ball no more it’s getting late
Can’t see the glove in front in front in front of my face
Call the game because it’s getting late
Grab a base let’s get this straight
It’s bad when the moon illuminates
the big-eared pitcher’s braces
If there was more light we’d lose
but since there’s not I guess we gotta choose
Get out of the batter’s box
Have mercy mercy mercy have mercy
Come on
Come on
This game is tied up you know
Let’s call this one off – let’s go
We have seen the light and now let’s go home
Say someone won and someone lost, it’s alright with me
Come on! Call this game, call the game, call the game,
Call the game, have mercy on us
Call the game, call the game, game!
Boston Cleveland
Frisco D.C. ATL
L.A. Dodgers for you and me Angels too
Dallas Toronto
San Diego
Two Chicagos
Miami
Houston Seattle
St. Louis Milwaukee Minneapolis Denver New York, New York, New York, New York!
My game
My game
My game
St Louis Seattle Minneapolis Denver Pittsburgh Tampa Bay
Baltimore and Philadelphia
Cincinnati Phoenix Oakland
Call the Game! Call the game! Detroit Kansas City
Call the game call the game
Call the game
You better call the game
I wanna call the game
I said you gotta call the game
Have mercy mercy mercy mercy mercy mercy mercy mercy
Have mercy mercy mercy on us, Come on! Call the Game!
Call the Game! Call the Game! Call the Game! Call the Game!
11th inning 12th inning 13th inning 14th inning 15th inning 16th inning 17th inning 18th inning 19th inning
Ah fuck, call the game!
Have mercy on us, mercy on us, call the game
Boston Boston
Boston
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9. |
Easy Sippin'
03:48
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EASY SIPPIN' LYRICS
There was something I saw today, easy sippin’
Was a guy in the airport bar and he was slipping
A younger man didn’t have to, but he gave his seat to him
All eyes were smiling
Whoever said empathy is in short supply?
That’s not right
People like you help me to see
We can’t deny what we really need
I got your number
I got your number
I got your number
Rolling down
Here comes the dawning rain
Honest and new refrain
To wrap around my brain
A new understanding
And we are told empathy is in short supply
That’s not right, no
I got your number
I got your number
I got your number
Rolling down
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10. |
Finishing Up
03:27
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FINISHING UP LYRICS
La petit, le grande, le mort
Offer up your bland retort
Last screw is the last resort
Just a minute – hon, I’m done
Except I don’t walk away from this one
Death and love are such good fun
This’ll turn your brown eyes black
Reconstitute what we must lack
Cut me off about a year of slack
I’m finishing up now
Pardon my mess now
Scatter my matter all over the sheets
The bed banged the wall to the beat
When you rode me like a steed
Every little death you’re freed, girl
The youngest yankers all agree
There’s nothing left here worth to see
There’s a reason it’s all free
The whole world spins on a dime
I’d dislike you in five minutes’ time
Dying bodies in sexual prime
I’m finishing up now
Pardon my French now
Launch my body into the sea
I can’t believe that we’re gonna die…
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Man's Body Chicago, Illinois
Five piece Chicago/LA collab. Formed in 2016. Released debut CD EP, 'Found', in 2017. 'Put Your Family In It' is our debut album. Man's Body is: Greg Franco, J. Niimi, Marco Obaya. (Plus friends.) Studioesque soft-punk. Stay Found.
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