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I found my corpse in the trunk of my Corvette
It hasn't started to smell bad yet
I guess the sub-zero chill of a winter morning
Is good for something
Oh, man, I don't know how he got there but
He's got my face and my clothes and even my haircut
After our co-workers go
Would you care to help me dump this body?
The meatheads on the factory floor don't respect
Us guys in the office who design the tech
But a proprietary jumble of bits
Can't write itself, can it?
Oh, man, I don't know how he got there but
He's got my face and my clothes and even my haircut
After our co-workers go
Would you care to help me dump this body?
Buddy do you ever lose track of the years?
Every time I fall asleep a couple weeks disappear
I feel like I've always worked here
In this building with you doing whatever it is we do
Oh, man, I don't know how he got there but
He's got my face and my clothes and even my haircut
After our co-workers go
Would you care to help me dump this body?
Do you have the time to help get rid of this body of mine?
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The Amur River
04:03
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A bag of 54 human hands all severed at the wrist
Was discovered on the island where my family used to fish
The authorities blame medical experiments
Or organized crime, or Stalin's labor camps
But there's a power saw in every April thaw
I'll leave this message in the snow outside your door
I don't want to live in Siberia anymore
So I'll be gone by the spring
No, I won't miss anything, except for you, except for you
A stream of glowing sludge flows past my house and disappears
Into a lake where the village women claim to hear
Songs in an inhuman tongue bubbling from the depths
Rotting sturgeon on the shore, holes burned in the nets
I don't know what they've done to those poison people in London
I'll leave this message in the snow outside your door
I don't want to live in Siberia anymore
So I'll be gone by the spring
No, I won't miss anything, except for you, except for you
I know your husband didn't die of natural causes
This land is sterile folk and pregnant pauses
If you moved away with me I guess you'd look guilty
But every stretch of sky and policeman is already filthy
I've got a friend in Kazan who says he can take me on
I'll leave this message in the snow outside your door
I don't want to live in Siberia anymore
So I'll be gone by the spring
No, I won't miss anything, except for you, except for you
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Plagues
03:41
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How could I forget?
Western skies feel like Dewar's and Percoset
The 1870s
Never ceased now we steel ourselves in the same valleys
They say that little chapel still stands outside of Wellington
The last parishioner passed years ago, gone and forgotten
Old gods don't need people to believe in them
I know, I know
Tell me if I'm wrong
Does this tunnel smell like dynamite and railroad work songs?
Graves of our ancestors
Dug up for the galleria, cowboy hats and dreamcatchers
When the horse walked through the frontier town beneath a setting sun
The rider had been dead for days from guns or consumption
Feral animals remember freedom
I know, I know
Bandits on the bridge
This park and ride tastes like federales on the ridge
News from the CDC
Talk of a new strain of smallpox, fever dreams and gaps in memory
When the bullet train pulled into the last Front Range station
The conductor had been dead for hours, nothing to be done
These days machines don't need humans to function
I know, I know, I know, I know
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Red Light Runners
03:36
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I am the last terrestrial hermit crab
Kept as a pet
In the American Southwest
It's hard to find a home, a nest to call your own
I dragged it around for years
But I guess I was just a guest
I am garbage floating in a canal
In the Venetian Las Vegas
And you are a gondolier
Tourists from Kansas put me here
I would make your life easier
If I would just disappear
I am a corpse in a halfway-built McMansion
8 miles north of the Strip
In the abandoned part of town
You are the real estate agent who finds me
And has to clean it up
In case the market turns around
All human beings are red light runners
We blame firelit summers on what others have done
Admit if you can that all of us are Abrahams
More than willing to sacrifice our sons
All human beings are red light runners
Oblivious to the carnage yet to come
Admit if you can that all of us are Abrahams
More than willing to sacrifice our sons
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Man I can't believe that this whole damn canyon
Was carved out by a river we can barely see from here
Truly if you ask me, all of this appears
To be the abandoned mine of a celestial engineer
A celestial engineer who never really gave a shit
No, he stranded us all here to curse his name while seeing it
They told me the natural beauty
Would help me forget all the shooting
But I just see the far side of the canyon
So close I can almost reach
So close I might just leap
After all the sins of the wars and reservations
Tourism brings the other kind of Indians
They want to show their children a wonder of creation
To make up for the hellscape those kids'll be living in
They pat'em on the head and say it's gonna be okay
But when I talk to the dead I'm the one who's put away
They told me the natural beauty
Would help me forget all the shooting
But I just see the far side of the canyon
So close I can almost reach
So close I might just leap
When two of your wives happen to die in quick succession
You have to answer questions posed by the FBI
Homie, I don't buy that they both just slipped and fell in
As much as I hate cops you ought to spend some time in prison
To think about your crimes while I forget about my tours
And I guess this is why I shouldn't talk to people anymore
They told me the natural beauty
Would help me forget all the shooting
But I just see the far side of the canyon
So close I can almost reach
So close I might just leap
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