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Death, My Patron
03:34
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I was robbing graves when I met you
You wouldn't lend a hand
I was robbing graves when I met you
You wouldn't lend a hand
You turned and you walked away,
I was back where I began
Got dirt under my nails
Sweat running down my cheek
Said, I got dirt under my nails
Sweat running down my cheek
I do not fear for the law
'Cause dead men do not speak
Death is my patron
He helps me pay my bills
Death is my patron
He helps me pay my bills
He gets me rent on the first
From bodies under these hills
You wouldn't lend a hand
To a man
In a jam
Trying to make his way
And make his pay
Industriously
And I understand
That you're a firebrand
Who if she can
Won't do a hard day's work
Honestly
I was robbing graves when I met you
You helped me over the fence
I was robbing graves when I met you
You helped me over the fence
I asked if you'd come along
You said you'd take ten percent
If your heart is troubled by the story that I said
I'm not the only one to make a dollar off the dead
Think about the church, the undertaker, and the fed
(No, no, no.)
Now you might be thinking that you're holier than me
At least I won't be making money off of the bereaved
Comfort for the mourning shouldn't come with pastors' fees
(No, no, no.)
Don't you pay attention to the nonsense that they spout
The liars and the con-men, let me tell you what I'm talking 'bout
Money's in the coffers, then they'll gladly see you out
(No, no, no.)
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Tempest
03:05
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Had a dream we kissed and you meant it
I had a dream you laughed 'cause I was sad
I only want what's best for you
So I don't know which dream was good and which is bad
So I try not to dream anymore
If you need to be the ocean waves, you can break upon my shore
My friends tell my love is reckless
They try to tell me love is blind
They say that hindsight is 20/20
And all wounds heal with time
But the cliches are such a bore
If you need to be the ocean waves, you can break upon my shore
Every now and then the coast will weather a storm
Out from the ocean blue
I will be the rocky cliffs babe,
And you can be the tempest if you need to
You didn't wear me away before
If you need to be the ocean waves, you can break upon my shore
If you need to be the ocean waves, you can break upon my shore
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Colesville Mayhem Boys
03:25
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Young boys playing in the foothills
For to chase away the bore
The peaks they are greeting
Are a challenge worth meeting
They scamper to the summit
Just to climb back down once more
O'er flat rocks a brook does babble
Our boys are hanging from the trees
They think they might chance it
They alight from the branches
They slip in that cold water
With comfort and with ease
Come all you Colesville Mayhem Boys
Rouse up the rabble again
Go damn up the river
Bring that stray along with ya
Summer in cat water
With autumn rolling in
Skipping stones and diving for shadows
Instead of washing away their sins
They come back to dinner
All smelling like the river
They bother all the women
With wandering hands
And mischievous grins
They sit around the kitchen table
Singing songs and telling fibs
They rile up the babies,
They make fun of the old ladies
Keep your cheeks smiling
And keep laughter in your ribs
Come all you Colesville Mayhem Boys
Rouse up the rabble again
Go damn up the river
Bring that stray along with ya
Its summer in cat water
With autumn rolling in
Soon the bridge will freeze
The hills all wrapped in winter storms
And ice will hang six foot long from the eaves
We'll build a great bonfire and keep each other warm
Till then come all you Colesville Mayhem Boys
Rouse up the rabble again
Go damn up the river
Bring that stray along with ya
Its summer in cat water
With autumn rolling in
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