1. |
Why Even Try?
03:03
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I haven't done any goddamn work
In two fucking months
No tickets, no tasks, no stories, no meetings,
No scrums, no fucking boss
Stagnating in skill and talent
And lost all heart and drive
I'd rather be off in some beat-up van
Than keeping up this lie
Please just fire me
Get it over with
Before the quarantine ends
Please just fire me
Before they stop giving out
Corona unemployment
Maybe my career has always been a lie
Why even try?
Maybe my career has always been a lie
Why even try?
I can't fucking stand being stuck in my apartment
Anymore
The novelty wore off on nudity
Several months ago
Drinking and smoking and drugs
Get boring stuck inside
Even touching myself during meetings
Doesn't give me any high
Please just fire me
Get it over with
Before the quarantine ends
Please just fire me
Before they stop giving out
Corona unemployment
Maybe my career has always been a lie
Why even try?
Maybe my career has always been a lie
Why even try?
I'll just take my paycheck
And go and hide
Thank you for giving me money
But I'm not sure why
But I'm not sure why
Maybe my career has always been a lie
Why even try?
Maybe my career has always been a lie
Why even try?
Why even try?
Why even try?
Why even try?
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2. |
Notes
02:11
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You're right
You've always been right
I'm never gonna make it
There's nothing left to fake it
So I,
I'll give up
It is a solid contract
I'm free, and off your back
And I won't be rich
But at least I'll fight for it
And I won't be famous
But at least I'll go down swinging
Tear up these notes
There's nothing for me here
I've read them before, I've tried them before
And it's still not really clear
If what is best for you
Is best for me
I'm out
I'm totally out
There's too much for me to do
I'm not made for this ruse
So I,
I'll give up
Our negotiations are through
And what you ask, I won't do
And I won't have fame
But at least I'll do my best
And I won't be your star
But at least I'll go down singing
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3. |
Seven Nation Army
03:49
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I'm gonna fight 'em off
A seven nation army couldn't hold me back
They're gonna rip it off
Taking their time right behind my back
And I'm talkin' to myself at night
Because I can't forget
Back and forth through my mind
Behind a cigarette
And the message comin' from my eyes says, "Leave it alone"
Don't wanna hear about it
Every single one's got a story to tell
Everyone knows about it
From the Queen of England to the hounds of hell
And if I catch it comin' back my way
I'm gonna serve it to you
And that ain't what you want to hear
But that's what I'll do
And the feeling coming from my bones says, "Find a home"
I'm going to Wichita
Far from this opera for evermore
I'm gonna work the straw
Make the sweat drip out of every pore
And I'm bleeding, and I'm bleeding, and I'm bleeding
Right before the Lord
All the words are gonna bleed from me
And I will think no more
And the stains comin' from my blood tell me, "Go back home"
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4. |
Hello, Goodbye
01:52
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I know you
I still don't care
You're an asshole
I hate your fucking hair
You look like a bitch
You truly do
And maybe you should die
Like in MK2
And you'll ask yourself
What brought this ooon?
I'm tired of saying hello
Hello! YOu can go fuck off and die
I'm tired of saying hello
Hello! I hate your stupid life
I'm tired of saying hello
Hello! You can go fuck off and die
And die, and die, hello, goodbye
Hello, Goodbye
I swear it's not me
It's fucking you
If you could go die
It'd be a blessing, dude
And maybe we'll be friends
Which I really doubt
Cuz you're a stupid fuck
Who's mom I plowed
And you'll ask yourself
Where did I go wroooong?
I'm just tired of saying hello
Hello! YOu can go fuck off and die
I'm tired of saying hello
Hello! I hate your stupid life
I'm tired of saying hello
Hello! You can go fuck off and die
And die, and die, hello, goodbye
Hello, Goodbye
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5. |
In Dirt
03:55
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Here in this coffin,
It's gotten cold
Years or hours
Time takes no tolls
Without God to guide,
I've fallen through
Far from the light
Is where I met you
In dirt, is where I'll lay
The peaceful grass above
And the underworld below
In dirt, we've found our home
It's so boring being dead
I'm so glad you stopped by to say hello
Proud was I,
However long ago
Flying through the wind
Like a headstrong foal
The clatter of hoofs
Merely echoes
Their rhythm guides my voice
For the sounds of death
In dirt, is where I'll lay
The peaceful grass above
And the underworld below
In dirt, we've found our home
It's so boring being dead
I'm so glad you stopped by to say hello
Been so calm
But the mind won't still
The song of lonely death
From my mind's quill
Pallbearers,
Please guide my voice
The songs that we will craft
Will be of rejoice
In dirt, is where I'll lay
The peaceful grass above
And the underworld below
In dirt, we've found our home
It's so boring being dead
I'm so glad you stopped by to say hello
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6. |
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I haven't done any goddamn work
In two fucking months
No tickets, no tasks, no stories, no meetings,
No scrums, no fucking boss
Stagnating in skill and talent
And lost all heart and drive
I'd rather be off in some beat-up van
Than keeping up this lie
Please just fire me
Get it over with
Before the quarantine ends
Please just fire me
Before they stop giving out
Corona unemployment
Maybe my career has always been a lie
Why even try?
Maybe my career has always been a lie
Why even try?
I can't fucking stand being stuck in my apartment
Anymore
The novelty wore off on nudity
Several months ago
Drinking and smoking and drugs
Get boring stuck inside
Even touching myself during meetings
Doesn't give me any high
Please just fire me
Get it over with
Before the quarantine ends
Please just fire me
Before they stop giving out
Corona unemployment
Maybe my career has always been a lie
Why even try?
Maybe my career has always been a lie
Why even try?
I'll just take my paycheck
And go and hide
Thank you for giving me money
But I'm not sure why
But I'm not sure why
Maybe my career has always been a lie
Why even try?
Maybe my career has always been a lie
Why even try?
Why even try?
Why even try?
Why even try?
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7. |
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Here in this coffin,
It's gotten cold
Years or hours
Time takes no tolls
Without God to guide,
I've fallen through
Far from the light
Is where I met you
In dirt, is where I'll lay
The peaceful grass above
And the underworld below
In dirt, we've found our home
It's so boring being dead
So feel free to say hello
Proud was I,
However long ago
Flying through the wind
Like a headstrong foal
The clatter of hoofs
Merely echoes
Their rhythm guides my voice
For the sounds of death
In dirt, is where I'll lay
The peaceful grass above
And the underworld below
In dirt, we've found our home
It's so boring being dead
So feel free to say hello
Been so calm
But the mind won't still
The song of lonely death
From my mind's quill
Pallbearers,
Please guide my voice
The songs that we will craft
Will be of rejoice
In dirt, is where I'll lay
The serene grass above
And the underworld below
In dirt, we've found our home
It's so boring being dead
So feel free to say hello
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