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Lock Jawed and loaded
With an open carry closed mind attitude
Riding shotgun with a shotgun
In this box that sits at the head of my bed
Canadin Love it or leave it, blown or carried away
A bowl of bath salts for breakfast
By noon I'd eaten my fill of face
It's so hard to get by these days
It's so easy to fake
So goddamned restricted
Imagine the shithead I could be
In a world that doesn't stifle me. X2
Ignore ignorance feed mediocrity
A world that doesn't stifle me
Can you imagine that?
Sometimes I trudge around
this shit heap wondering how i got knee deep.
Wonder if at the top its just the same old shit.
There's people slopping around all around me.
It's so funny yet confounding.
Don't they know that the king of this mountain is a shite atop of shit.
We struggle for nothing. So unlike the way that it would be
In a world that doesnt stifle me.
There would be no point in trying. so giving up wouldn't exist.
In a world that doesnt stifle me,
I guess there'd be no gravity.
Nothing matters and nothings holding you down.
You can do or be anything. So you do and are nothing.
In a world that doesn't stifle me X2
Ignore ignorance feed mediocrity
A world that doesn't stifle me
Can you imagine that?
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02-Art-Hostage Eyes
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THIS IS ART (Gilbert)
left right in the middle of the sidewalk
sit running shoes
Bare feet inch closer miles away
The pavement knows that the dirt's not clean X2
They're on dust and rocks
Bind that to a hard cover
And set it softly, free into the sea, man
Duck diving illiterates discover
shit they can read, yeah
The broke will pay a fortune, together we'll come to an agreement
That this is art
Yeah this is art
The blind can't hear me, the deaf can't see me.
The mute won't shut the fuck up.
If I only had legs I'd probably stand up.
With pride and a spine I might give a fuck.
But all I've got are books in the attic.
Believe it or not. A pair of pat Ewings.
Walls covered in frost. A childish treasure buried underneath
the nose of an 87 camaro. An 87 camaro.
Bind that to a hardcover.
Set it softly free into the sea, man.
Duck diving illiterates discover
shit they can read, yeah.
Bind it to a hardcover and set it softly into the sea man.
'Cause this is art x3
Or at least that's how we quantify it
Bind me to a fucking hardcover
send me softly free into the see.
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