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Consternation
04:06
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There's a time
Where you know
That you've pushed your luck too hard
And you gotta go, go and take a look at yourself
There's a time
Where you know, oh
That you've pushed your luck too hard
And you gotta go, go and take a look at yourself
But to the consternation of nations
You're the only one you got in your head
We're all narcissistic reptiles with monkey brains
I mean it just don't make sense
Nothing really new this morning
I woke up ornery
And saw my lovely lady lying there
God bless every hair on her head
Nothing really works this morning
I work up thorny
And saw to the touch and blue
Try not to take it out on all of you
But to the consternation of nations
You're the only one you got in your head
We're all narcissistic reptiles with monkey brains
I mean it just don't make sense
But to the consternation of nations
You're the only one you got in your head
We're all narcissistic reptiles with monkey brains
I mean it just don't make sense
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Someone To Watch Over Me
03:51
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All I want is someone who can watch over me
And sit me down and take my hand when I stop my breathing
All I want is someone who can watch over me
And sit me down and take my hand when I stop my breathing
It seems like the Holy Ghost alone
Is the thing that I'm needing the most
Just someone with
All the time in the world
A sacred someone who can write all my wrongs
And while they're at it, they can write all my songs
But I can't get down
On my knees to pray
All I want is someone who can watch over me
And sit me down and take my hand when I stop my breathing
All I want is someone who can watch over me
And sit me down and take my hand when I stop my breathing
A dream takes me by the scruff of the neck
It trips me over and it beats at my chest
Then the morning comes
And rubs my face in it
I've tried for ages, I have tried for so long
To fight the feeling that you're better me gone
So please take my hand
Oh, and don't let me go
All I want is someone who can watch over me
And sit me down and take my hand when I stop my breathing
All I want is someone who can watch over me
And sit me down and take my hand when I stop my breathing
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America
03:00
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Well I keep thinking 'bout our times and how things were in days of yore
I can't help but to wonder if we've crawled rather than launched
Off of that Third-Reich-rocket-booster-seat that sent them into space
I'm speaking 'bout with little doubt the United States of A-
M-E-R-I-C-A
Home of the CIA
Manifest destiny
Oh, bombs away
M-E-R-I-C-A
Gitmo or Turtle Bay
Home on the range
Well it seems to me we seem to think they ride the bleeding edge
Of ways to be and see and think, meddling in people's heads
But if we cast our eyes unto the way things are as once they were
We start to see they're doomed to keep repeating all their wrongs
M-E-R-I-C-A
Home of the CIA
Manifest destiny
Oh, bombs away
M-E-R-I-C-A
Gitmo or Turtle Bay
Home on the range
Well I've been thinking 'bout our times and how it's all happened before
I tend to play the cynic, though it brings me little joy to see that
Culture is the realm in which the flavour of our thoughts
Are bought and sold by influence outside of our control
M-E-R-I-C-A
Home of the CIA
Manifest destiny
Oh, bombs away
M-E-R-I-C-A
Gitmo or Turtle Bay
Home on the range
Home on the range
Na-C-I-A
Na-C-I-A
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Thomas MacGregor Perth, Australia
A solo Alt-Country project.
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