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DISASTER BALLADS
Leaving a party without saying a single "Goodbye."
IRISH GOODBYES
After birth of beer
Hanging out in hotel mirrors
The moon rolling over like a bitch dog in heat
I ain’t never been baptized
All my strung out alibis
I don’t want to die uninsured
All the stadium lights
Going out like suicides
Tell me where to go from here
I can stand to reason
It don’t take long to fall
My deaf hands go leaning against the wall
I can see the guns
Between the trees
Just tell me something I can believe
All this chuckle fucking
I’m holding out for nothing
Just Irish goodbyes
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DISASTER BALLADS
Zane crafts a song ripped from the headlines.
HALLELUJAH PARANOIA
They don’t give death penalties to white rich men
I check my sent emails take Ambien
The stars are cold and indifferent like refrigerator lights
The feeling is there when you get home at night
Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah
Paranoia
Corporations governments are one in the same
For the sake of conversation let’s all get laid
Narcotized and sent to our room
Is this a mercy killing or a I love you
Or a
Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah
Paranoia
I read all the news forget it the next day
Certain situations there is nothing to say
Outside the moon cooing just like a dove
And an airplanes wings like angels above
Screaming
Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah
Paranoia
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DISASTER BALLADS
Mercy's moments before she hits the stage.
MERCY
Stripper named Mercy
All of seventeen
Living in a flat
Out in New Orleans
Bath water the color
Of Smirnoff Ice
Rain taps the window as
As it falls out in the night
Mercy she smokes
Those old Royal Gold’s
Ashes in the toilet
Sings along to the radio
Mercy she has
Some crystal meth
What’s so good about this drug
That my momma left
Mercy goes to the store
But they’re cops parked outside
With a missing person rap
Mercy’s gotta hide
She goes to the pay phone
Says boss I’m running late
Well hurry now mercy
Our customers don’t like to wait
She’s reading Harry Potter
In a chair back stage
Waiting for an announcer
To call out her name
Voice comes through the speaker
Are you ready to receive
Put your hands together boys
It’s your girl Mercy
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DISASTER BALLADS
Zane details the return of veterans.
OUR BOYS & GIRLS ARE COMING HOME
Our boys and girls are coming home
Coming home from the war
Our boys and girls are coming home
Coming home from the war
John went to work for his dad
He pours concrete
John went to work for his dad
He pours concrete
Austin doesn’t walk anymore
He drives a special van
Austin doesn’t walk anymore
He drives a special van
Lacy wants to be with her kid
She wants to own a café
Lacy wants to be with her kid
She wants to own a café
Brian got in trouble with the law
He broke into an ATM
Brian got in trouble with the law
He broke into an ATM
Billy’s on the GI bill
He wants to be a football coach
Billy’s on the GI bill
He wants to be a football coach
Michael came home in a box
They gave a flag to his mom
Michael came home in a box
They gave a flag to his mom
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DISASTER BALLADS
A quick sight at the church leads to a long night.
CATHOLIC CHURCH
You were dancing with a child at the Catholic Church
I was drinking 7-Up and vodka in a paper cup
You looked like a dream as you spun that little girl around
Tejano music in the background
Smoking cigarettes in a parking lot
You were reading my palm telling me how much life I got
All your friends were leaving and I begged you to stay
You were going to a party and I could follow you that way
In a hotel room caught you talking to another man
I took you by the arm I said "Are you going with him?"
You kissed me on the mouth and I knew I was screwed
Cause I had just fallen in love with you
We drove outside of town to look at the stars
I was throwing empty bottles at railway cars
You said, "There ain’t nothing in this town to do."
I said "I had an idea you said you had one too."
I took you skinny-dipping but you wouldn’t take off your shirt
The way you moved made my body hurt
Cause I had never seen anything so beautiful
Than the moonlight shone bright off your curls
You’re all I think of when I’m at work
Can’t do my job right just stare off to space like a jerk
And when I get off I’m just a circling your house
Wishing and a hoping that maybe you’ll come out.
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DISASTER BALLADS
Zane recalls Woody Guthrie's incantation.
DO RE MI
That’s the sight of the ocean on fire
That’s the sight of the ocean on fire
That’s the sight of the ocean on fire
That’s the sight of the ocean
Don’t it make you feel angry…. do re mi
That’s the sound of money changing hands
That’s the sound of money changing hands
That’s the sound of money changing hands
That’s the sound of money
Don’t it make you feel helpless… do re mi
That’s the smell of oil on the sand
That’s the smell of oil on the sand
That’s the smell of oil on the sand
That’s the smell of oil
Don’t it make you sorry… do re mi
There’s a black cloud rising lord
There’s a black cloud rising lord
There’s a black cloud rising lord
There’s a black cloud rising
Don’t it make you fearful… do re mi
Don’t it make you angry
Don’t it make you feel helpless
Don’t it make you sorry
Don’t it make you feel fearful
Do re mi
Do re mi
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Leaving a party without saying a single "Goodbye."
IRISH GOODBYES
HALLELUJAH PARANOIA
MERCY
OUR BOYS & GIRLS ARE COMING HOME
DO RE MI
