1. |
Burn it Down
02:38
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An only child, just 6 years old
Found a pack of matches on the floor
She fell in love with the flame forever more
Rub red shoes and ribbons in her hair
She kicked a can of gasoline down the stairs
And sparked her first romance
She sang burn it to the ground
She sang, and true love was found
Dancin', laughin', swingin', swayin',
Burn it to the ground
She sang as she burned that old house down
On the first day of school, smiling ten miles wide
She met a little boy with a tear in his eye
She knew just what to do
With a skip and a hop
she said Let your sobbin' stop
I'm going to show you the truth
With a match in her hand she says This ones for you
They sang burn it to the ground
They sang, and true love was found
Dancin', laughin', swingin', swayin',
Burn it to the ground
They sang as she burned that school house down
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2. |
Shaking the Cage
02:59
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Do you really wanna get some?
are ya shaking the cage?
are you gonna break your back?
do you have something to say?
do you take it cuz you crave it?
are you crazy cuz you love it?
will you never ever ever let go?
nothing else could kill you so slow
Down in the city
you can kick it around, crank it up loud, dance to The Jins
screamin' and shoutin'
down in the city
but the rent keeps rising
the body counts climbing
and the higher you get the harder you're burning out
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3. |
Till Death Do Us
04:10
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There might be sparrows
there might be gin
there might be horrors
in the lives we live.
The blade might drive
through cheek to bone
and secrets pry
through the grass and the stone.
Picked breasts lie splayed;
two hearts but one spade.
Bleached hands entwine
because I love you and you're mine
'till Death do us
'till Death do us
'till Death do us right.
The mountains cry machinery
into the brine.
Aurora strum their hair,
hanging midnight's chimes.
With rusty fleets
we plough the storm,
bottle up our verses
and chuck them overboard.
You and I; here are we
before, hereafter and in between.
Should the reef or the rip drag us down
at least we're gonna share a little piece of ground
'till Death do us
'till Death do us
'till Death do us right.
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4. |
Mahone & Mama's Farm
03:28
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Mahone had a barn on his quarter section
in there he had a still tuned to perfection
the booze he made was satisfaction
and he guarded the door with his old pump action.
Mama was his lady; she's a feisty Texan.
She rocks it on the porch with her dog Sylvester,
hollars for her whiskey like an ol' Sou'Western
and greases her throat with Mahone's best kettle.
There's sunshine in the valley
and moonshine in the barn
it's single malt and double barrel
on Mahone and Mama's farm.
His neighbour got the notion for some confiscation
so he hopped across the fence to make his infiltration.
He snuck up to the barn to assess the situation
but Mahone raised both barrels and said
'we've got a confrontation.
If you want my whiskey there's none that you'll be having.'
But his neighbour had a Tommy gun and started into braggin',
'I'll pump you full of lead, Mahone, and back up my wagon.'
But Mama was behind him and she decked him with a flagon.
There's sunshine in the valley
and moonshine in the barn
it's single malt and double barrel
on Mahone and Mama's farm.
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5. |
Bath Salts
03:11
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Bath salts for my Baby
there the one's she likes.
She don't need no cocaine
no back alley cy.
Bath salts for my Baby
you can see it in her eyes
and when she starts swingin'
you know she's feeling fine.
She can take just a pinch
or she can take a couple dozen.
Stash it away for another little day
cause she never overdoes it.
But we all remember Jack.
Man he could knock it back
20, 30, 105
the poor boy burned alive.
Bath salts for my Baby
there the one's she likes.
She don't need no cocaine
no back alley cy.
Bath salts for my Baby
you can see it in her eyes
and when she starts swingin'
you know she's feeling fine.
I love her in the kitchen
I love her on the porch
especially in the bathtub
when we're both getting scorched.
Lit up like a candle
burning down like a house
warm in side with crazy eyes
and foaming at the mouth.
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6. |
Fujiyama Mama
03:06
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Fujiyama Mama
Well people talk about me, say that I'm mean
I'll blow your head off baby with nitroglycerine
'Cause I'm a Fujiyama Mama and i'm just about to blow my top
Fujiyama-yama, Fujiyama
And when I start erupting ain't nobody gonna make me stop
I drank a quart of sake, smoked dynamite
I chased it with tobaccy and then shoot out the lights
'Cause I'm a Fujiyama Mama and I'm just about to blow my top
Fujiyama-yama, Fujiyama
And when I start erupting ain't nobody gonna make me stop
Well I drank a quart of sake, smoked dynamite
I chased it with tobaccy and then shoot out the lights
'Cause I'm a Fujiyama Mama and i'm just about to blow my top
Fujiyama-yama, Fugiyama
And when I start erupting ain't nobody gonna make me stop
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7. |
Bag of Bones
03:26
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Soaked to the bone
froze to the tips
out in the cold
digging a ditch
taken for a ride
a one way trip
I fell in love with the rhythm and the curve of her hips
Now i'm just a bag of bones
good for nothing
just a bag of bones
I am useless
Ain't got no cash
can buy no green
my friends, they ask where the hell I've been
I've been wasted all day
just to pass the time
It don't get me nowhere
but it sure feels fine
Now i'm just a bag of bones
good for nothing
just a bag of bones
I am useless
Took that cocaine, put it up my nose
drank down the bottle and took off all my clothes
i ran through the streets singing every song I know
I'm just a no good for nothin' useless bag of bones
Now i'm just a bag of bones
good for nothing
just a bag of bones
I am useless
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8. |
Woof I'm Sick
03:30
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I'm ruff so down the road
popped in to the clinic.
I told them all my woahs and they said
I gotta wait a minute.
So I crawled out and down the road
nosed into the vet.
I rolled my bloodshot puppy dog eyes
n think I made em sweat.
But why can't a hurtin body get no relief?
I gotta pretend
I'm one of them.
I gotta pretend I'm one of them
to get my medicine.
So woof! I'm sick!
Quack! I'm sack!
Ladadadadadadadada
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9. |
Shipwrecked
02:45
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I got four hundred barrels of booze
five hundred crates of smokes
shipwrecked ain't so bad
when you're good to go
don't rescue me
I wouldn't rescue you.
There's lobster by the dozen
bananas by the sack
shipwrecked - that's the life
I'm never coming back
don't rescue me
I wouldn't rescue you.
I'll record this song before my phone dies
then stick it in a barrel,
float that barrel out past the breakers
and say my farewell.
I got one good knife
a magnifying glass
shipwrecked ain't so bad
in fact I'm having a blast
don't rescue me
I wouldn't rescue you.
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10. |
Please
05:41
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Please
I'm sick and tired of searching for someone to come along
Waiting ain't that much better, still I'm the same and getting on
So sick of being sick and tired, I just gotta take it slow
Time's killing me, so i'm just killing time
Just gotta ease up on that pain and let it go
Oh but still once in a while
I've been thinking of you
Wish it'd be true
Oh it makes me so blue , and.I cry
Oh please, I said come on and crawl with me
We'll be the worst babe, side by side
Oh please, let's be free
I'm gonna teach you how to be wild
This emptiness is making me feel ill
I was just hoping that you'd be thrill
I think I just need a man a little bit more raw
To feel me with fire when I'm distraught
Tell me what is this bitch called love
I tell you that we ain't sharing enough
I think I'll just go find myself a little home in the trees
And find me an animal a little more like me
Oh but still once in a while
I had you on my mind
Think i'll be fine and then
One more time I was crying
Oh please, I said come on and crawl with me
We'll be the worst babe, side by side
Oh please, let's be free
I'm gonna teach you how to be wild
Oh but still once in a while
I've been thinking of you
Wish it'd be true
Oh it makes me so blue , and.I cry
Oh please, I said come on and crawl with me
We'll be the worst babe, side by side
Oh please, let's be free
I'm gonna teach you
I ain't no preacher
But I'm wanna teach you how to be wild
I'm gonna teach you how to be wild
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11. |
What Are We Gonna Do?
03:53
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Talkin', spittin', stompin', chompin
always running my mouth
I've got a sneakin' feelin that i don't know what i'm sying
i don't even believe myself
yes, the world is crazy
what are we gonna do?
do you have what you need here, to find your own truth?
Vien mes amis
do you see what i see?
a world gone mad
what are we gonna do?
Talkin', spittin', stompin', chompin
always running your mouth
well I've got a sneakin' feelin
with the statements that you're making
you don't even believer yourself
yes, the world is crazy
what are we gonna do?
do you have what you need here, to find your own truth?
Vien mes amis
do you see what i see?
a world gone mad
what are we gonna do
Yer babblin and sprayin
that dancin's just flailing
but you think yer pulling it off.
But who you think yer foolin
with that jibber jabber droolin
even the mirror shakes its head at you
yes! the world is crazy
what are we gonna do?
do you have what you need here, to find your own truth?
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The Staggers & Jaggs Vancouver, British Columbia
The Staggers & Jaggs is a folk band that weaves together old world traditional tunes, country and swing and even reaches all the way back to the powdered wig and harpsichord era for a pinch of spice. Featuring Sabrina Robson (vocals and harmonica), Conrad Shynkar, (guitar and vocals), Blake Mackay (keys and vocals) and Melissa Walker (stand up bass). ... more
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