Hideaway

Don't move your lip if you ain't got the muscle/Cos the hustle and the bustle is a whole new kind of shuffle/If moved to fists you'll end up in a tussle/A lot more consequential than the shit you used to rustle/When I need to getaway, I head to the hideaway/I hit the highway when I'm feeling so bad/Yeah I'm gonna getaway, headed up to the hideaway/It's all a mess and I feel so bad/You best be quick if yer gonna pick 'em/Split-second difference in a victor and a victim/The flick 'n' twist is the perfect way to stick 'em/The rhythm in the wrist when you finally get to lick 'em/Hands up, face down on the floor/Don't you know baby that they'll even the score/With you hands up face down on the floor/Don't you know baby that they even the score/So get your hands up face down on the floor/Don't you know baby that they'll even the score/With your hands up face down on the floor/So shut your mouth baby and do it some more/Ooh ooh baby, ooh leave the ape outside/Ooh ooh baby. ooh wanna go for a ride?/It's hit and miss when you jockey for position/Intention and success the fruit of intuition/But you insist on the place of the incision/Like a deer caught in headlights at the point of execution/The clouds pass by and I see sky again/Let's not let this day pass us by/The clouds like bad times now have gone away/Let's hit that road and let us ride/Let us ride...

 

(I Don't Wanna) Go Home To My Home Sweet Hell

It's not the same as it was here last year/Although the feelings the same/A heavy pressure's been lift about here/Hardly remember the name/I'd like to tell you that I was the nice guy/Giving again and again/But I'd be lying and although a nice try/I'd still end up with the blame/So if you see me out/Better leave me out/It's a shame but I don't wanna go home/If you see me out/There is little doubt/Someone's crying and I don't wanna go home/Home, home, home/Don't wanna go/Home, home, home/Don't wanna go/Home, home, home/To my home sweet hell/I could tell you that I was an angel/free of discourse or shame/But that's a runaround meant to entangle/And ends up one and the same/I like to think of my qualities endless/Likely too many to name/So it's hard when pressed to suppress or digress from/My proclamations of fame yeah/Cos my home life's swell/In my home sweet hell.../It's hardly like it was a naughtical disaster/Where lives were held in the wake/But she came down as if the hereafter/Had a piece in the stake/She can pull the mole out of mountains/Turning puddles to lakes/A thousand times and still I'd be counting/Hoping she'd cut me a break...

 

Triple Ex-Girlfriend

Horns up and Jagers down/We start the final round/No one sicker than the liquor with an attitude/So let me set the stage/To put it in a rage/Disagreement becomes grievance in a sip or two/And then the shouting starts/And turns such little sparks/To fields of fire under skies with rains of gasoline/We leave a bloody mess/But never second best/It drives me crazy all this fighting in-between/My triple ex-girlfriend's got me running/I don't know why I can't break free/My triple ex-girlfriend's got me cuming/So damn hot she got a hold on me/My triple ex-girlfriend's got me running/I don't know why I can't break free/My triple ex-girlfriend's got me cumming/Maybe three's a charm with ecstasy/Off times I'm heard to say/I've got to get away/A constant battle between me, myself and I again/And with a noble heart/That's where the topic starts/But it's so hard to see us ever ending up as friends/And when she touched my skin/She sank the needles in/I was helpless with this poison coursing through my veins/I wanted nothing more/Than running for the door/But woke up bound by silence somewhere in-between/Get in, get out, it's what you wanted/So get it while the getting's good/Too bad, so sad, the very thought of/You know you never even should/Awake, mistake, but in the darkness/It feels so goddamn good to me/So some on, get off with what you wanted/You can take what you want from me/Cos I don't want you see?/The things she does to me/The things she's done to me/The scars are on my body not just on my mind/I can't remember when/I was free of them/Illicit contracts I can't fathom having signed/Bind me in this sin/Through all that's thick and thin/A lifetime passing in the struggle to break free/Cos time and time again/She always lets me in/Strange sense of comfort found somewhere in-between...

 

Happy

My eyes so blind I cannot see/The nightmare ahead a reality/As this train of thought to daylight leads/The truth of the dream is fantasy/And so I pray to see the day/Where I'm happy once again/Locked in this life so hard to tell/If darkness surrounds a living hell/This pathway to freedom treats me well/The memory now is of myself/And so I pray to see the day/Where I'm happy once again/Singing ooh aah awoogah, ooh aah awoogah/Cos in the spring the rivers flow/All the way to Mexico/We can live there nice and low/And never come back.../The exit in reach, clearly marked/Is this where dreams end or where they start/But this train careens along the track/The past left behind, no coming back/Twisted grin, dripping sin/I'm not myself with depression in/I'm not nice and I might bite/So say good bye or say good night/Sickened thoughts, gripping plots/Has got my gut caught up in knots/This is one thing I will defend/Just like all things this song shall end.

 

The Force Of Habit

Cruise the strip in search of satisfaction/Cos there's always some action/In need of distraction/Something slow-acting/Take whatever's in fashion/A fit of abstraction/Or the coming attraction/Take a trip no matter the expenses/Cos there's always some fences/In need of defenses/Something comprehensive/But not inexpensive/Some "coincidences"/Left a pensive apprehensive/You rarely think of dying when you're living for the rock/Then you cry a river now that the rock it just won't stop/You can bawl your eyes out while you bang your head in rage/Cos you can't stop the concert once the rock takes center stage/It's a different world I see these days/When I look out my front door/There's a million crackheads everywhere/Stealing shit off my front lawn/And all these drunken motherfuckers that are passed out on my floor/Better mark the words of demigods/Cos it's soon that they'll be gone/The force of habit never met a force quite like me/Cos I'll kick its ass at any time cos I'd rather be free/To live my life as I see fit like I have always done/So the force of habit can kiss my ass cos a habit's never fun/Rolling a walking contradiction/Cos there's always some friction/That was caused by addiction/Without any restriction/And said with conviction/I can offer a depiction/Of my own crucifixion...

 

The Devil's Line

You could say that I'm lazy/While you look me in the eye/But if you think I'm not trying/Then I'd like to see you try/Down the hall/For a curtain call/With the words echoed in my head/You'll walk on single file/To the devil's line/Where the angels refuse to tread/I could've done better/Then again I could've done worse/But at least I'm still breathing/In a jail and not a hearse/Down the hall/For a curtain call/With the words echoed in my head/We walk on single file/To the devil's line/Where the angels refuse to tread/Oh lord, please help me now/I can't stop feeling/Maybe I'm going down/Oh please help me lord/Stand beside me/Lest I be alone at my trial/It doesn't make much difference/I'd do it all again/Cos I'd rather have money/Than be surrounded by friends/A punishment that fits the crime/Is a crime that fits the punishment...

 

Rise

When you open up your eyes/Do you see a future/Or do you see a world that lies/Beyond the common suture?/When I look into your mind/Do you see the question/That the answer leaves behind/As if to beg detection?/Martyr/Satyr/Come on in/Lover/Hater/Embraced by sin/Electric Missionary's scribes/Come down with benediction/But find a city ostracized/By a sense of friction/Held court with military wives/But found no retribution/So it's back to hell and guns and knives/To solve the situation/I have never felt such pride as I.../Rise! Rise! Rise! Rise!/To live is to die and now I.../Rise! Rise! Rise! Rise!/Now that you have seen the lie/That fell upon the vanquished/Do you really think it's wise/To feel so awfully anxious?/It will pass through sands of time/Aging high and priceless/Until repeated as if rhyme/At some another's address/A vision amidst a dream/Said make all the people see/The truth is gone, now everybody lies/Take no comfort son/You ain't the only one/Taken in by a devil in disguise/So rise! So rise! So rise!/Rise! Rise! Rise!

 

Sin Twister

A black cloud rises on the skyline today/You knew it was coming yet hoped it far away/Coming to devour, to render obsolete/Everything it touches or tramples under feet/Cos it's a whole lot different when you're dealing in sin/Than you ever thought about when it let you in/But it's gonna wreck you like a bad car crash/If I ever hear about you talking like trash/Imperfect precision and rolling without end/Moving ever onward, displacing all the trends/Assuming power till reaching overload/Comes forth a spectacle as it tears apart the road/Strong and mean, long and lean/A whole lotta mister if you know what I mean/Grew up fast, grew up bad/Be the best motherfucker that you ever had/A fast machine burning hot and clean/On caffeine, codeine and kerosene/Don't cost no dime, sure ain't no crime/So ride the sin twister baby just one more time/Sin twister.../Altering the fabric of all that's said and done/No point in screaming the nightmare's just begun/It infiltrates your hopes and dreams and all the while you sleep/Your every move controlled by the secrets that you keep/Sin twister...

 

Heretic Sons

So here we are now, a giant chasm/With no surprise found on either side/Nothing to build a bridge to reason/To help transgress this great divide/Nothing like you.../All tools of reason, out of season/The snow is deep and the valley's wide/The thaw of spring brings a reckoning/The onset of oncoming tide/Nothing like you.../Wanna talk about a worthy habit/See something better reach out and grab it/Before somebody says that you can't have it/We are the heretic sons/Wanna talk about where we're headed/I tell ya sister that you best forget it/If you were meant to know then we'd have said it/We are the heretic sons/A life of heresy did treat our father well/But ask no more from me/Cos I would never/I could never tell/Communicado full bravado/Every gaze bearing consequence/All that's spoken is only token/A remembrance of all that came and went/Nothing like you.../Wanna talk about a worthy habit/See something better reach out and grab it/Before somebody says that you can't have it/We are the heretic sons/Wanna talk about where we're headed/I tell ya sister that you best forget it/If you were meant to know then we'd have said it/We are the heretic sons/No point in talking about when we're coming/You'd do best to hit the ground a running/Cos once we surface with the engines gunning/You'll know the heretic sons/Yeah we are the heretic sons/Come on, the heretic sons.

 

Reactor

The pressure's rising just like cream to the top/The needle lifting till it comes to a stop/Much quicker lowered when the hammer comes down/Erupts reactor with an awful sound/You're a reactor/It's what you do/No rhyme nor reason/There's no planning for you/All smoke no fire/You huff and you puff/You're a reactor/Nothing's ever enough/No way to gauge when it might explode/This vessel's running close to overload/In a flash psychotic episode/Erupts reactor with the mother lode/Get out, get down, get out, get down/Keeps running through my head again/The reactor goes and I want to know/What has happened to my legs again/They should be running towards the door/To help me save my bacon/But the reactor goes and I find/I'm flying through the air again.../So much as I've seen I can feel it inside of my heart again/That the most dangerous situations are the product of environment/So it's no wonder I feel as though I am without a safety net/When the reactor could go at any minute taking my life with it...

 

You Could Make A Grown Man Cry

So you say that you want her/So you say please be near/But she's as mad as a hatter/You'd do best to stay clear/Live in dread like the living dead/She goes right out of her head/Torn asunder and left to wonder/Exactly what was just said?/So you say that you love her/So you say that you will/But the truth of the matter/Tastes like a bitter pill/Cos you been living in the dark for life/You'd better open your eyes/Cos she'll stab you in the heart/Now baby, you could make a grown man cry/You could make a grown man cry/You could make a grown man cry/So now the story is over/So now the story is done/So if you see her coming/Better turn 'round and run...

 

Titillation

Tick tock/The clock/I get my spot/A little morning murder/In the a.m. block/They kill/It's a thrill/Can't get my fill/It's a culture for the vulture/Up on parliament hill/Like the shock/Of a glock/It'll hit you like a rock/Car crash/Epitaph/Makes you wanna gawk/It's a skill/Increase the thrill/It's the same old drill/They hold you, HBOwn you/Then they bend you to their will/The call of hot summer/They better get you wet/As the heat keeps rising/There's a chance you might forget/Cos we love a hot mama/Who loves to titillate/The power of a dollar/Just to give a little shake/Titillation/Titillation/Across the nation/They titillate/As in art/Here's the part/From the start/You knew it would be coming/Like a dagger through the heart/Best disguise/Act surprised/As offered up the lies/They advertise to paralyze/The culture of the flies/The call of hot summer/They better get you wet/As the heat keeps rising/There's a chance you might forget/Cos we love a hot mama/Who loves to titillate/The power of a dollar/Just to give a little shake/Titillation/Titillation/Across the nation/They titillate...

 

Get Upstairs

Another crispy in the tray/And I'm feeling fine/Just another pistol on  Friday night/Checking out the scene for the ecstacy/Then I've got a little game just for you and me/Just get upstairs/And hide.../I could elaborate or fabricate/The growing trends/Capitol opportunistic till the very end/Or you can just believe me when I say it's true/That the things that I do, I do for only you/So get upstairs/And hide.../Sixteen tons of bullshit deeper/Can't run, nowhere to get away/Sixteen tons of bullshit deeper/Like quickened sand, no hold will stay/Sixteen tons of bullshit deeper/Can't run nowhere to get away/Sixteen tons of bullshit deeper/No more, listen to what I say.../We have the night/To show the might/Flex as one muscle/And the world would be as one/When the morning light/Overthrows the night/The world that we behold/Shall be in sight again/Shall be in sight/Let's calibrate reality/For the bitter end/With the fabric bewteen/So very hard to mend/But we can be the thread/If the needle's true/Binding time by nine just for me and you/So just get upstairs/And hide...

 

 

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Written by Shaman Crowe.