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Throw One
02:18
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Don’t want to start a riot
But it just got quiet again
You know you’re on a diet
But you just gotta try it again
I know you’ll just deny it
Soon you’ll start the cryin’
Save us all a dial
Pull the pin and throw a grenade
You’ve always been a smarty
But you just gotta party again
He’s always Mr. Charming
‘Til the boy becomes an army again
Drive like a Ferrari
Whiskey or Bacardi
Not in Kansas are we?
Pull the pin and throw a grenade
Anger sleeps awaiting
The smallest little failing again
It’s why you people hate me
Dare to disobey me again
What kinda kid we raising?
A fuckin’ abberation
Lock him in the basement
Grind him to the pavement
Kill the kid remaining
Pull the pin and throw a grenade, grenade, grenade
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2. |
Secret Skin
04:16
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Lonely house upon the hill
Noone’s home
Touch my secret get my fill
On my own
Been alone so long that noone knows my name
In a drawer I keep my secret skin of shame
Hold my breath and then I
Lay myself inside
Lay myself inside this suicide
No love for you
No love for you
No love for Satan’s daughter
Touch soft the sin
This secret skin
No one will ever wonder
Suddenly you see me breathe
Secret shared with one
Is it so hard to believe?
Creep across the hallway, peak
Down the stairs
Hope that noone hears me
Speak my secret prayers
No love for you
No love for you
No love for Satan’s daughter
Touch soft the sin
This secret skin
No one will ever wonder
Hold my breath and then I
Lay myself inside
Lay myself inside this suicide
No love for you
No love for you
No love for Satan’s daughter
Touch soft the sin
This secret skin
No one will ever wonder
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3. |
Mannequin
03:20
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Put on a smile
Wear it well
We’ll keep it secret, we’ll never tell
Don’t let them see you
Don’t let them know
Don’t make a scene, make a cameo
Forget the wedding
Forget the dress
My daddy doesn’t want to see your mess
Change your colors
Shed your skin
Dress you up just like a mannequin
I can’t be myself
I can’t be myself with you
A whiskey blanket
A coat of beer
That’s what I need to be a man, I fear
Put on my jacket
Put on my tie
You think me up another alibi
This isn’t easy
This isn’t free
Each little fiction takes a toll on me
When do we tell ‘em?
When will it end?
When do I get to be your lady friend?
I can’t be myself
I can’t be myself with you
I can’t love myself
I can’t love myself with you
If this is over
Then let me say
I hope you find yourself a man someday
It’s not about you
You’re not to blame
It’s time for everyone to know my name
I can’t be myself
I can’t be myself with you
I can’t love myself
I can’t love myself with you
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Goldilocks
04:48
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I sent you something did you see?
Should I have said it differently?
It's clear I'm not enough so tell me straight and make it rough.
Tell me who I ought to be.
I wrote a song for you my friend.
Did you listen 'til the end?
I guess that I'm too much, I always was, I'm just fucked up.
You'll never hear from me again.
I'll be stronger.
I'll be smaller.
Will you lead me?
What if you like me fine at first?
But then you see me unrehearsed?
What if you see the real me, desperate, forever lonely?
I'll find some way to make it worse.
I'll be stronger.
I'll be smaller.
Will you lead me
By the collar?
I'll be stronger.
I'll be smaller.
Will you lead me
By the collar?
I haven't heard from you today.
Perhaps there's nothing left to say.
I understand that I am nothing to write home about but
I guess I thought I was okay.
I'll be stronger.
I'll be smaller.
Will you lead me?
This isn't good for me I know.
I need to learn to let things go.
I can start to see the healing that's inside of me.
I ask for patience as I grow.
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Tinkerbullet Burlington, Vermont
Born and bred on planet earth, but raised on Venus. Hard rock with gay sprinkles.
Kiel Alarcón
(he/him) - Bass
Jane Boxall (she/they) - Drums, Backing Vox
Corey Selover (she/her) - Guitars, Vox
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