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Where Are They Now?

Well why don’t you work
Like other men do
Why should I work when there’s nothing to do
Hallelujah I’m a bum 
Hallelujah bum again
Hallelujah give us a drink and I’ll stand up again

I had a job at a bar this is true
But I drank all the whiskey and started a coup
We smashed all the chairs and we danced on the bar
And when came the morning I slunk off to mars 

Hallelujah I’m a bum
Hallelujah bum again
Hallelujah give us a drink and I’ll stand up again

Why don’t you save all the money you earn
And go find yourself overseas
I’d rather the rum
And the cuts in my thumbs
Than be a yuppie, duppie doo do

Hallelujah On The Bum

Learning to Hurt ( demo version )

Heat

I didn't write this song. I don't think Roy Orbison did either but I heard him do it and thought it sounded good and this is me doing it.

crying

1,000,000 kisses

I dreamt about a gun
and you were there too
I tried to sink that lead
sink it into you
but you ran zig zag
and got away with a bruise
it made me feel real bad
because I hate you

I dreamt about a gun
but I didn't hit nothing
So I went out on the run 
just to try and see something
and I got real high
because I felt so still
If I try and go backwards
it makes me feel real ill

I Dreamt About A Gun (Demo)

A compilation of rejects from the main album:

Creepers take on cuntry moosik 

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crying

die Mauer