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Wake Up, Sleeper
04:15
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wake up, sleeper, wake up
wake up, sleeper, wake up
wake up little sleeper the world's awaiting you
wake up, sleeper, wake up
wake up, dreamer, wake up
wake up, dreamer, wake up
wake up little dreamer, the world's awaiting you
wake up, dreamer, wake up
wake up little hero, wake up
wake up o you heroes, wake up
wake up little hero, the world's awaiting you
wake up, o heroes, wake up
wake up, sleeper, wake up
wake up, sleeper, wake up
wake up little sleeper the world's awaiting you
wake up, sleeper, wake up
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2. |
Howl
03:14
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feel the pull of the changing tide
the moon is full and it's beginning to rise
ain't no place for our prey to hide
i'm gonna sing down the stars with my pack tonight
and howl
howl
howl
howl
our pads keep moving as the night unfolds
the moonlight it takes us to the end of the road
our pack has it's honor, a moral code
to take care of each other wherever we go
and howl
howl
howl
howl
the footfalls echo through the frosty air
just cause you can't see us don't mean we're not there
your faith in authority don't mean a thing
on the day you're surrounded by wolves in a ring
that's why we howl
howl
howl
howl
howl
howl
howl
howl
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3. |
I Lose Control
03:12
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i don't ever want to fall in love
to give my heart to someone else
i don't ever want to fall in love
never again will i lose myself but you
washed away all my hesitation you
destroyed all my reservations
i start to lose control when you're around
i said i'll never lose control
i'll never be swept away
i said i'll never lose control
that's what i thought until the day i met you
washed away all my hesitation you
destroyed all my reservations
i start to lose control when you're around
i start to lose control
i start to lose control
i said i'd rather be alone
and guard what others value most
i said i'd rather be alone
and sit surrounded by maybe's ghost but you
washed away all my hesitation you
destroyed all my reservations
i start to lose control when you're around
i start to lose control when you're around
i start to lose control when you're around
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4. |
Promised Land
03:37
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you could never turn your back
on the pain that you can't see
better keep your blindfold tight cause it's your guard against
the cracks... in the american dream
you see her out upon the street
with her cup within her hand
the wanderer without a tribe is forced to beg for bread
to live... in this promised land
oh purple mountain majesties
oh those amber waves of grain
the lowly ones within our midst they always seem to be
the ones... who need and get no rain
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5. |
Monsters!
04:25
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i stand on the corner surveilling the scene with my solid gold hemingway bullshit machine
a detector of lies a detector of spin a detector of hypocrites trying to win
fortune and fame, silver and gold, a column of print so their story can be told
a story with a basis only in their heads but it springs to life the moment it's read
yeah yeah yeah oh yeah
well they didn't have a purpose or know what they're here for, they needed excitement so they started a war
their tiny little intellects couldn't conceive of a world that wasn't evil, they'd rather believe
that they're persecuted one of the chosen few they boiled their madness man they made it a stew
they created the monsters imbued with their rage, imagine their surprise when they walked off the page
yeah yeah yeah oh yeah
the monsters are walking now out on the street, the undead are looking for someone to eat
credulous people with anger inside, petulant cowards with something to hide
they knock on the door with something to sell, promises perfumed with the fragrance of hell
the people ask the monsters into their homes and soon all that's left of them are their bones
yeah yeah yeah oh yeah
monsters monsters monsters monsters
so if you're a survivor let's take our city back, humans should be agents instead of a snack
the monsters were created by those seeking a name, voluntary ignorance should be met with shame
the monsters grow stronger when they're received, their bodies lose focus when they're not believed
the cloak of the righteous is the monsters disguise, they only hold power cause we honor their lies
yeah yeah yeah oh yeah
monsters monsters monsters monsters monsters monsters monsters monsters monsters monsters
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6. |
The Secret
04:20
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i think it's strange that no one told me bout the secret
it's something simple everyone should know
when you're on top not to go down to the bottom
or think about the ones below
or think about the ones below
it's why the banks they bleed the poor man for their dollar
pour their lives out upon the ground
one of these days when they lay down their guard
it'll all come back around
it'll all come back around
the rich man say that he's gonna build a tower
he say it's gonna last until the end of time
but upon the day when your maker pulls your card
these things ain't worth a dime
these things ain't worth a dime
i think it's strange that no one told me bout the secret
it's something simple everyone should know
when you're on top not to go down to the bottom
or think about the ones below
or think about the ones below
or think about the ones below
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7. |
Spurs
03:44
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i'll spend my speed between your thighs
the trail becomes a blur
i only choose to give my strength
to those who wear no spurs
my heart belongs only to those who choose to wear no spurs
for love and fear cannot be near so lay aside your spurs
your gentle touch is asking me
to take you into town
but when your metal pierced my flank
i threw that burden down
the kind who seek to work as one
i choose to give my will
but the power whores who would enslave
i'll bite and kick and kill
my heart belongs only to those who choose to wear no spurs
for love and fear cannot be near so lay aside your spurs
the alchemists who sought to change
their steel to speed in me
their fractured bodies line the ground
and i am running free
so toss away your devil knives
incline your soul to me
and all my power and skill is thine
a strength that no one sees
my heart belongs only to those who choose to wear no spurs
for love and fear cannot be near so lay aside your spurs
my heart belongs only to those who choose to wear no spurs
for love and fear cannot be near so lay aside your spurs
my heart belongs only to those who choose to wear no spurs
for love and fear cannot be near so lay aside your spurs
so lay aside your spurs
so lay aside your spurs
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as he heard the whistle of the train that came to take his life
he thought about his children, he thought about his wife
and with a shout he raised his voice and he was heard to say
“oh come now golden eagle to carry me away!”
la la la la la la la la, golden eagle, come!
well the mob they stood around him with clubs within their hands
to break apart and crush the flesh of him who made a stand
well they said that he was guilty and they said that he was wrong
but he stood there on the scaffold and sang that eagle song
la la la la la la la la, golden eagle, come!
then like thunder from the heavens, that golden eagle fell
and he took apart the masses that had made that killer's hell
he landed next the gallows and that hangman brushed aside
as he parted all them shackles and away the captive flied
la la la la la la la la, golden eagle, come!
as he floated through the heavens beneath the eagle's wings
oh that rescued liberated man he lifts his voice and sings
and he thanked that golden eagle who had freed him from his plight
that he'd see his wife and children and he'd be with them tonight
la la la la la la la la, golden eagle, come!
when the eagle had returned the one he'd rescued from the crowd
his triumph shook the heavens and his challenge echoed loud,
“o to all you foolish people, o you wicked seeking blood
one day I will be back for you, you'll perish in the flood”
la la la la la la la la, golden eagle, come!
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congregation of the outcast
the only place i make my home
god's holy priesthood
those chosen people
they cast me out to seek his face alone
they say the mercy has no condition
they say that love
it has no strings
i have no guilt that
that has been chosen
yet i'm inhuman
an unclean thing
they bound upon me a heavy burden
tied a weight
a weight that none would share
to daily drive off
those who'd come near me
to ease my sadness
with love and care
i did not pick the the things which caused them
to cast me far
from god's heavenly throne
for that which keeps me
now from his presence
and from the brethren
none can atone
and in a circle beyond the city
we lift our voices
and as one we pray
we ask the lord to
to send messiah
or else the darkness
to take our shame away
congregation of the outcast
the only place i make my home
god's chosen priesthood
those holy people
they cast me out to seek his face alone
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10. |
The Lepers and My Lord
04:42
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the blind man came into our midst in search of something more
the echoes of the music, they drew him through the door
he stumbled to your gathering for respite from the pain
he was after kindness, you covered him with shame
but i don't want no preacher's robe
i want the crown of thorns
i'd rather bind up all the wounds of those whose skin is torn
and i don't want to sit the throne
i'll never wear the sword
i'll be here in the gutter with the lepers and my lord
i'll be here in the gutter with the lepers and my lord
you wouldn't even talk to him or sit there by his side
the narrow trail was calling, instead you choose to hide
you wouldn't hold his arm for him when he was bound to fall
as far as you all were convinced, he wasn't there at all
but i don't want no preacher's robe
i want the crown of thorns
i'd rather bind up all the wounds of those whose skin is torn
and i don't want to sit the throne
i'll never wear the sword
i'll be here in the gutter with the lepers and my lord
i'll be here in the gutter with the lepers and my lord
the blind man left your gathering all angry and alone
a lack of hospitality that cannot be condoned
you didn't know the nature of the one you pushed away
the man that you neglected, you'll see him judgment day
but i don't want no preacher's robe
i want the crown of thorns
i'd rather bind up all the wounds of those whose skin is torn
and i don't want to sit the throne
i'll never wear the sword
i'll be here in the gutter with the lepers and my lord
i'll be here in the gutter with the lepers and my lord
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