The Triumph

Riding

Here's the werds:
The music echoed like an atom bomb
A phys-ed major and a braindead blond take another long cold drink of dumb
Everybody came out tonight, to watch the game and fuck and fight
Another long week down the plug
In the dirty lavatory, acting out your fantasy
With your very own dead pin up girl
All the people on the dancefloor singin, like a choir of dumb
All the while I've been back here thinkin
No I couldn't watch it, I couldn't watch at all
Like a buzzard soaring through the smoky air
His crosshairs focused on a wounded deer slowly waiting to expire
The doorman watches on with folded arms, waiting on that false alarm
To satisfy his one lone desire
A zebra pattern and a painted face, The zenith of the human race
All except my one, lonely pin up girl
All the ladies in the front row screamin, this next number's for you
lift your glasses up, let jimmy fill em
may I introduce to you, here comes Mr. Jones

Pin-Up Girl

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জানি তোমার জন্য থাকে আলোকিত রাজপথ আমার জন্য ভয়
ওওও আমার জন্য শুধু চুপচাপ নিরবতা দ্বিধাহীন যত সংশয়
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জানি তোমার জন্য গাওয়া পৃথিবীর যত গান আমার জন্যে নয় 
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আমার জন্য শুধু হাসিহাসি মুখ নিয়ে বন্ধুত্বের অভিনয়
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Protesting protests

INTO THE NIGHT WE RIDE
ONE MORE BUMP AND WE FEEL ALIVE
INTO THE NITE WE RIDE
WE OWN THIS COUNTRYSIDE
PULL UP TO SHELLY'S TRAILER. WE'LL GET HER SPRUNG AND THEN WE'LL RAPE HER
INTO THE NIGHT SHE'LL CRY, WE OWN THIS COUNTRY SIDE
I NEED ANOTHER HIT AGAIN DALE SAYS WITH A TOOTHLESS GRIN
I PULL THE DODGE RIGHT OVER WELL DO IT RIGHT HERE ON THE SHOULDER
WE CLIMB INTO THE BED, EACH TAKE A ROCK RIGHT TO THE HEAD
WE OWN THE NIGHT WE OWN THIS COUNTRYSIDE
OH NO!!
THAT WAS THE LAST OF IT WE NEED TO GO AND COOK MORE SHIT
INTO THE NIGHT WE RIDE
TO WAL-MART THEYRE OPEN ALL NIGHTTT!
NOW GO COOK METH KIDDIES!!!

Crank it Up

Words and Music by TF and Dave Lesh.

A dirty lace dress stained with whiskey and gin, a foul group of boys who live solely to sin
She works night and day, without any pay, she eats what she can while the boys watch the band.
A drunken fist fight lit by oil lamp light, the pistols come out and you hear someone shout. The constable grins, with his hand on his pin, A man and hi whore lay dead on the floor.
The rumors arrived of that bastard Jack Hive, and poor Olivia knew the man was alive who had killed her true love and now it was his time to die.
The greasy haired rider came in with a grin, his sleeves stained with blood and an evil within, their eyes met a moment as he surveyed the room, this dirty old brothel would soon be his tomb.
Olivia, my wife my queen don't waste your life for me. Those days and years you were in my arms oh don't despair my dear.
She patiently sat as he played cards she waited, she watched him get drunk and she watched him get faded when he came up the stairs she jumped for the gun.

Olivia's first shot she only had grazed him
Her second,a gut shot, now no one can save him
Jack never let out a plea or a cry
The last shot she planted right between his eyes

Olivia, my wife my dear, how long I've watched you cry.
now dry your tears, I'm in your arms to our love eternity abides

Outer Limit (Raincoat) [Demo]

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