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"Memorial Day Night"

(words and music by H. Morris)

Not right, just last night, Memorial Day night
Them tears they break, they streak her face
I don’t have the heart
So I stood like I could be good and bring her back
But I’m so empty now and lesser somehow
I don’t have the heart
So what’s left now that the truth is all out?
And you know you’re right on Memorial Day night
And we stood like we could be good and both live alone
But we’re so empty now and lesser somehow
And I have no heart.



"The Rat"

(words and music by B. Senn)

Shoot from the back / Take good aim
Make sure I'm dead / Bang! Bang!
Cause I'm The Rat / No mistake
Under the bed / Where you sleep
Crush the skull / Make me tame
Sweep it up / Hide it away
No moral shown / No explain
Stupid human / Shit for brains
Draw tiny pictures round all the dead leaves
Bag and burn, Bang! Bang!
Float your judgements across the breeze
Bag and burn, Bang! Bang!
Live inside your Jesus dream
Bag and burn, Bang! Bang!
Get some sleep / Lie in wait
Until the day / I burn away
Forget the cause / Present the case
Bring me down / Lose your worth
I'll follow you / To the grave
At the gates / I see the passing saved
The judge be judged / The wretched be saved
You throw a curse / Across your name
Draw tiny pictures round all the dead leaves
Float your judgments across the breeze
Watch them float off to never be seen
You live inside your Jesus dream



"Tortured Artist Saint"

(words and music by B. Senn)

She's a cold bitch in honest company
Cut you with lies and lead you on
She carries knives instead of necklaces
Her eyes gleam at the spire you're on
She'd steal the stone that's on your grave
She's no one's tortured artist saint
Just turn your back and give her an easy way
To take what you need and give what you don't
Just give some time and know you might conquer this
Waste of a life to call your own



"Get Out"

(words and music by H. Morris)

My job is done and I was helped by no one
I’ve taken what I need, shut the door when I leave.
And what? What’s in store for me?
Gonna listen and not preach
It will be erased, all mistakes are out
Get out…
Now I sit back and I watch, watch the sneak attack.
I could’ve warned them of the plan, but what fun would that leave for men?
And what? What’s in store for us all?
Gonna run until we fall
It will be erased, all mistakes are out
Get out….



"Shadow The Walls"

(words and music by B. Senn)

Dry your tears friend
Don't waste time on yourself
We're all bound tight and saved
And no one cries but the strays
Pain is the pinch, the world's fingertips
When you're alone and sleeping
Sleep is a brace, it covers your face
And keeps you from feeling
Dry your tears friend
No one thinks you make sense
Got a long way to go
Lock it inside, repent
We bottle inside what keeps us alive
It eats at our flesh and our bones
Where we begin, the story's end
On a grave of stone
Somedays you don't feel so strange
On your own making waves
So your heart shadows the wall
While you expect it to fade
Hiding curled in their cage
So your heart shadows the wall
Maybe you'll fight and fade away
Maybe you'll drown in the middle of day
So your heart shadows the wall


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