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Do You Read Sutter Cane?
02:42
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We climb this hill with a barren will, thinking we’ll see this through
Both you and i know that couldn’t be fucking further from the goddamn truth
With a waning hope I pour out the words, the words in my thoughts
With a wing and a song, that we’ll both come away with something to help us to carry on
And now they’ve got me thinking
That I’m the crazy one, maybe I’m the one who’s fucking insane
For wanting it to be more than just lies and miserable life
And you support it when you wave that fucking flag
Thanks for the service that you’re giving
You can’t fool me it’s still just killing for a paycheck and murder for a living
So misery is a beast that breeds and on social lies she does feed
We’re taught from the day that we’re born to fucking follow blindly
Well it may just be a lack of sleep or all the drugs I’ve got in me
Baby, I’m not sure, but I think I’ve found a cure
For inhumanity and greed
And it starts with me
It starts with you, it starts with us, it starts with me hell I’ll go first
It starts with me
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2. |
Bird In A Cage
02:15
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Another forty hour work week down
And I can’t make it out some how
Everything goes black
And I swear I’m a never coming back
And I’ve scraped, and I’ve bled and I’m running myself thin
Artist sentenced as a working stiff, of what a waste and what a sin
If that’s what It takes to chase a dream I say so fucking be
(they say, no way, I don’t care what it fucking pays, so fucking be)
Morphine to make it through the day
It’s all I can do
What do you want me to say?
To kill the pain
I’ve found there’s no better way than
And I’m running and I’m running, ticking, tick’n out of time
And I’m working really hard, really hard just to die
Now I know that’s the one way that I’ll be free, from this sadistic routine
We’re all dead and we just don’t know it
I’m under lock and key, you know the state they keep tabs on me
Death march down Dickerson Road, thirty-five bucks in the hands of control
I am a bird, I’m a bird that sings
I am a bird that sings behind the bars of a cage
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3. |
Death Of A Scene
01:52
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I know you say it's like this either way
whether we go or stay, nobody here gives a shit anyway
I know you're right, it's like this every night
no matter what we do or try
everything about this scene has died
but I'm still alive, at least i think
this time it won't be for no one
and no reason i can't recall
it feels so...
It seems, ripped at the seams
ripped with your teeth
forked tongue hid behind those teeth
ripped at the seams
it's not the same
I've tasted this feeling when i was young
and I want to get it back one more time
it's nice to know I'm not the only one who's miserable at this show
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The Commonwealth Of American Natives Nashville, Tennessee
The Commonwealth Of American Natives formed out of the ashes of Nashville’s Fist Of The North Star and Murfreesboro’s Desperate Measures. Now after 10+ years they are still Nashville’s premier Gutter-Pop band. Coming up they will be dropping several releases starting with “Vol. 2: Cats, Plagues, and Evil Ways” due out before the end of the year. ... more
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