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At the last party on earth
The celebrities will shoot the paparazzi
While the rest of us enjoy ourselves
Out back by the pool drinking champagne
Even though we don’t even like the taste
A whole world we didn’t make
You can paint a canvas
But you can’t paint a sunset
You can make a child
But you’ll never grow up yet
Leave your empty glass in the garden
At the last party on earth
We’ll leak the classified secrets
And broadcast them round the world
And empty all the prisons
Starting with our mind
I’ve been such a Man in the system
I wanna get the fuck outside
At the last party on earth
The celebrities will shoot tequila and heroin
And so will everybody else
Me and my friends making a toast
Hammin it up like a legacy roast
“Well, I guess we’re going up in smoke…!”
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Bogey
06:11
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Interstellar Graveyard Society
Like a mythic name on a boulevard marquee
Crescent moon camouflage - there’s a world beyond our eyes
The tallest cliffs don’t touch the sky
The deepest caves don’t reach the core
There’s always more
Gather round underground below the stones
Reciting incantations
Like recipes or ancient poems
Messages in code
Gothic poets with occult tattoos
Pulp novels and blackrose tea
Comic book creatures from the Black Lagoon
Comin outta the fog in your highbeams
Medieval ragtime
Martians on the playground
Science fiction nursery rhymes
Make a getaway on the merry go round
Weathered scrolls, potion bottles
Tables caked in colorful wax
Dripping from a candelabra
Like bloody animal tracks
Illegal highway
Journey to your nightmare
Insects in a pie tray
Thrown in your face at the county fair
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Shadow
04:16
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You were a shadow
I was a child
Our family was hollow
Our house was white
Your father's life
Was cruel and hard
He avoided the stripes
To make you a star
So well-read
A mean of means
You filled your head
With the mightiest dreams
You were a photo
A man in a suit
A voice on the radio
Red, white, and blue
Oh the secrets of Jack
In the bosom of Mary
He's not going back
You'll have to carry on
You were the great hope
A coverboy
An American Pope
A government decoy
You were an eagle
He was a crook
You were the big screen
He was a book
Without any story
Without any pictures
Yeah he was so boring
So clinical, so cynical
You went to war
And came back alive
What did you fight for
If you had to die
In your own land?
I'm holding your cold hands
The tiniest missile
A family curse
Turning a limo
Into a hearse
Turning a hotel
Into a gallow
I'm getting older
You're still a shadow
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Heck
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Erik Jarvis Des Moines, Iowa
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