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Submarine
03:02
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Thinking 'bout a number between 1 and 42
Doesn't matter if you get it right or wrong
I'm still mad at you
I wanna grab you by the ears and pull you back home
Until you finally admit that I'm not
Better off alone
Writing letters to the girl who owns a submarine
It's quite a long way down underwater
15,000 leagues
Until your head explodes from pressure from the
Underwater walls
I won't miss you at all
OK, I will
'Cause there's nothing for me here above ground
Looking for the splendid sound
Of silent pleas for sanity
You really affected me
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Christ of The Ozarks
03:24
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Well, I see signs on the side of the road that say
"Firewood for sale"
With all the Rs spelled backwards and all of the signs
Missing the Es
Another sign on the side of the road said
"Suicide's not the solution"
Well, I don't know
Don't you think it'd make for a good song to write?
CHORUS
Wave 'bye' to Jesus, kids
The Christ of The Ozarks
Is on the way to Dairy Queen
Day old coffee and magazines
When you're busy stacking books on the table
The Hitchhiker's Guide and the Bible
Don't look that different
On my way to Red Bank, NJ
With my dad on summer break
Stopping at the Mystery Hole, I can't breathe a word
My faith was based around movies
I was too young to see
But back then, I understood every word of them
CHORUS
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Mystery Driver
05:21
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I was stuck on auto-pilot, heading towards
A plasticine mirage
You cleared all the drums and synthesizers out of my
Run-down garage
I rode rocket ships down snowy tips of mountain tops
And water slides
You blamed all the damage on yourself and pinned your
Elbows to your arms
And I said I should be dead after all the blows to the head
That I received when you and me went off to see sights Still unseen
All in a day's work for the Mystery Driver
Greased up like a pig at the state fair on our
Independence Day
I glided through the stratosphere and sang all the songs
They wouldn't play
I faced every decision with enough panache, I never
Had to think
You looked above and slapped your hand
Down on the bar, demanding more to drink
Your eyes would water when your daughter
Stepped right up to join in on the slaughter
Your son would be the only one who'd say that
Being tied up's pretty fun
All in a day's work for the Mystery Driver
Have another drink on me and see if your
Dreams come true in the end
Drag your children to my evil lair
And I'll prove to you who's a real friend to whom
All in a day's work for the Mystery Driver
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Spaceboys, Hello
02:15
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Spaceboys, hello, how are you?
How are things way back in '72?
Are the people still people in the sense that they screw
All the money that you have accrued?
And I don't know how long it'll last
Only so many people still live in the past
The rest have tied their idols to the front of the mast
You can only get so far with a God-given ass
And the records still sell pretty well
All the conflicted young men still sit for a spell
And let your music take them out of their hell
It catches them if they ever fell
Spaceboys, hello, how are you?
It's the year Aught-Eleven and they forgot about you
Each copy of "Hunky Dory" that they snap in two
Makes me wish I was back in '72
Oh, I wish I was back there with you.
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Throwing Stones
04:16
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Boy, I'm getting tired of your accessibility
It's getting to me, it's getting to me
Grabbing everything you can regardless of what you see
It's getting to me, it's getting to me
Throwing stones into the ocean
Life during wartime is in motion
Can't you give me nothing but surrender?
Can't you give me nothing but surrender?
Boy, I'm missing all the times you talked about your fears
Open up to me, open up to me
It's not like I've been deaf and dumb for 3 long years
Open up to me, open up to me
Throwing stones into the ocean
All of the plans are put in motion
Can't you give me nothing but attention?
Can't you give me nothing but attention?
Six ships sank thanks to pettiness and ignorance
You don't wanna turn the lighthouse on
You just wanna dance
You just wanna bounce around
You just wanna paint the town red
Like you did last night
I'm done with putting up a fight
Throwing stones into the ocean
We used to be poetry in motion
Can't you give me nothing but a sign, babe?
Can't you give me nothing but a sign, babe
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Riding Breaks
03:24
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I drove it deep into chests
I drove my points back home
They called back in response
"Bring your points back home,
We're not done with them yet"
CHORUS
I'm just riding breaks
Down your steep hills
I'm just riding breaks
Just for the cheap thrills
The bass guitarist went home
Kicking a can all the way
The lead guitarist followed
Neither of them came back
To work the next day
CHORUS
What would I have to do without you?
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