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Jokeman v. Bater
02:18
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stop me if you've heard this one before or just walk out the fucking door - no matter what you can't escape the shadow ego you created - well i don't compromise ideals - we're all alone in this world - i can admit to what i steal - don't forget to watch over your back - or be afraid of the big black bat - well i don't compromise ideals - we're all alone in this world - i can admit to what i steal - to think a man could ever wear a mask and watch the innocent while everybody's sleeping - but you can't cause you're up howling at the moon late at night while everybody's sleeping
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The Body & The Dirt
04:17
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shoulda known better than to fly alone - shoulda known better than to fly alone - cause my body's broke, my body's broke - my body's broke against the rocks - no one's coming for me - shoulda known better than to fly alone - well i can't believe the mess that we've gotten into - but we all chose this place like an addict picks a habit - and it's all we can do - to keep from climbing up the walls or slashing up our throats - it's a promise, it's a lie, it's all fucking economics - so i let go, while i cried, 'no more!' - well the buzzards swinging low remind me i'm a goner - i'm a broken bag of bloody bones on a bank upon a river - and i can't feel a fucking thing - except the void that slowly builds where i once had a life - and the love for you that still rings true even tonight - oh, lord, what have i done? - no more! - the body hits the dirt and the dirt becomes the river, the river, it runs dry, and turns into the desert - when the desert hits the sky, and the sky returns the sun - it will all start over
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City of Gold
03:22
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here we go, let's start the show - the kids are standing bored - feet on the floor, their mind on the door - wonder what these kids will do - well this is how the wild west was won - with language from the barrel of a gun - when they came west - upon their horses - they looked up high, and they searched down low - but never did find their city of gold - here we go, let's start the show - the kids are all in view - back to back, ready to attack - wonder what these kids will do - well this is how the wild west was won - with language from the barrel of a gun - when they came west - upon their horses - they looked up high, and they searched down low - but never did find their city of gold
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Illicitor Las Vegas, Nevada
Illicitor is a three piece punk/metal band from Las Vegas, NV. Zabi Naqshband (bass + vox), Bob Gates (guitar + vox), and Micah Malcolm (drums + vox) grouped up in 2013 and since have been honing their craft in the burgeoning Vegas punk scene. The trio proudly released their debut album at the end of 2017. ... more
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