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Drowning
01:10
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I can feel myself drowning
and there's no one around but me-only me.
And I'm covered in crashing waves
and I've swallowed half of the sea.
The sharks are circling nearby
they've caught a whiff of my growing fear.
I'm sucked down in the riptide
and there's no way to tell if the coast is clear.
I can feel myself plummeting.
Being weighed down by huge slabs of concrete.
Schools of fish are watching-
-me getting tangled in the seaweed.
Well, I try to grasp for air!
But my respirator has seemed to fail me.
I beckon for the sunshine.
As I drop into the deep
I can't swim
and I can't see straight
and the shadows on the wall
keep growing.
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2. |
Dick Hickey
01:32
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Breaking mailboxes since 2008
Living in neighborhoods that I love to hate
Cheap beer and killing on crystal meth
pushing 30 and beating the point to death.
We're hot on these streets and we'll fuck shit up
From here-You're so fucked!
I hate you and I hate me.
Birthday girls, late to the party.
WE'RE DICK HICKEY
WE'RE DICK HICKEY
WE'RE DICK HICKEY NOW!
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Flip the switch of the neon sign to "open".
Illuminate the ornaments in the room.
All of the shit you bought is collecting dust,
bedazzle every square inch of your tomb.
The American dream is alive for romantics.
"La Vie En Rose" takes on a whole new meaning.
How can you make it great again when it was never all that great?
The dust in the room needs a good cleaning...
Take the laugh tracks out of the sitcom.
You'll find the situation was never funny.
The writers and the actors don't care if you jump the shark.
It's just a vessel for advertisement money.
The '50's are as dead as Buddy Holly.
The sock hops and the malt shops have closed their doors.
Hello grey skies, good-bye blue. There's nothing left for you to do.
You're just a click away to main street's killing floor,
Replace the picture frames with the comments.
Seal it with a kiss and say good night.
We'd like to thank our sponsors and the audience.
Cue a punch to the jukebox one last time.
We're spinning faster tilted on our axis.
I'm proud to be all I think I am.
For when you see the world for what it is-
-it'll be the death of Richie Cunningham.
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4. |
Panic
02:05
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Lately, I'm not the same anymore.
Unbridled lack of accomplishment
just laying on the floor.
I'm tired of everything around me.
My body's paralyzed.
I'm watching everything around me
fade before my eyes.
Depression? I'm just fucking bored to death.
My mind becomes erratic, I lose sense of consequence.
I'm waiting for this to blow over soon.
Pleased to meet you, nice to know you.
I'm holed up in my room.
I'm wide awake and sweating bullets
and, in my mind, I've had it.
I start to stare, I'm looking pale.
I panic.
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5. |
Tenfold
02:08
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Erroneously, we've come so far away since daylight met you.
And as the day resolves, it falls apart.
A second-hand of smoke that mirrors the gears that turn against you.
And as the spokes revolve, it falls apart.
Ceremoniously, you clap the hands that feed
the dog that bit you
Egregiously, you turn to rust.
Now I concede, you fly so far away
I cannot catch you.
A fall from grace, in God we trust.
It's just a heat-seeking sear
You lost yourself along the way
nothing to endear
you lost yourself along the way
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6. |
Lavish Whore
02:06
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Decorated, painted for the night.
Got an attitude that'll blow your mind.
Separated in the shopping line.
Out of sight and out of time.
Plumage fanned until it's too obscene.
I don't want your weird orgies.
Fake it 'til you make it is the energy
glad I'm not your V.I.P.
Cheap friends, expensive beer.
The many faces, shallow peers.
Sell it, baby! The uniform!
You're all the same-a lavish whore.
You only go out because you wanna be seen
You only go out because you wanna be seen
You only go out because you wanna be seen
You only go out just to sell yourself
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7. |
Jackpot Winner
02:32
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I'm so high on my manhood
beat my chest like an ape
my pheromone sweat, it smells so good
my trophy in life is first place
Well, I'm a jackpot winner and I'm always in first place, yeah.
Prime specimen, no time of mine is wasted.
Trophies and medals, I'm the king of my castle.
Number one, machismo. DETONATE AT WILL.
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Overexposed
02:21
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You've got me wrapped around your finger
a circulating, sore wound.
And I don't want to come off desperate or too obvious
do I?
And we can talk about it
sweetly in a playground, soft swoon.
It's just an afterthought
Until we let our worlds collide
Another water cooler conversation
losing all steam.
I can really blow your mind
with all of the places I've been.
Can you coddle and subdue
until there's nothing left here?
Driving into AWOL
my hands are tied, I can't steer
Two lovers, juxtaposed
mathematically incorrect.
Picture frames, rearranged.
Overblown and overexposed
Doing time feels like sunshine
hypotenuse still in debt.
Killing time, on a new grind.
Asking if it was worth it yet.
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Well-Liked Guy
02:26
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I know I'm a good person
I swear I'm a good person
Envision myself cool, calm, and collected.
I am the pride of Saint Peter.
My footsteps grow golden with every new pace
I am the leader of the pack.
The crowd roars for me as they're shaking my hand.
They're shocked to know I'm a regular guy.
A key to the city, a speech and a toast.
You always ignore what matters the most.
500K house with an impeccable lawn.
A knock-out wife with terrific kids.
A well-paying job, a fancy sports car.
The front of my pants is filled to the brim.
I'm a Well-Liked Guy and my bosses adore me.
My position in life is to shoot for the stars.
My putt is perfect, I'm an entertaining host.
You always ignore what matters the most.
Daffodils blooming as I'm walking outside.
I see you smiling in a taffeta dress.
Earnestly gazing, my mind is unraveling
a picture-perfect moment until I wake up.
Shudder to think I forever lost the pieces.
I try to put them together but the dream is all gone.
Woefully wandering, I float like a ghost.
You always ignore what matters the most.
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10. |
Weight
03:30
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I am a burning fever.
A whirlwind ether.
A mouth-breather.
I won't collapse beneath the weight.
I am too aware
I'm not a sooth-sayer
A forgotten prayer.
I won't collapse beneath the weight.
I will see you later.
A smooth operator.
A tension-maker.
I won't collapse beneath the weight.
I am the storm brewing.
Don't know what I'm doing.
Still feel queued in.
Things are going to go my way.
It doesn't mean a thing anymore
when adversary seems to face me.
I'm a shadow on your beating shore.
Such is life, c'est la vie.
Won't be catching any Zzz's
but it don't bother me
because every day seems to float on by.
I am the cause of my disease.
There's no hypocrisy
to substantiate.
It's just do or die.
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11. |
Iota
02:02
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I am the king of my world
and everything will go my way.
Can't beat the sense out of me.
Laugh as I fall on my face.
I am the sanctioned saint
of nothing that never was.
I am the Jesus Christ,
the God above and Santa Claus.
Feed my ego, feed my ego.
Tell me I'm not wrong
or too far gone.
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Dick Hickey Port Huron, Michigan
Nick-Vocals/ Guitar
Zach-Bass/ Vocals
Pauly/ Drums/ Vocals
Started
in 2008
Super active from 2009-2013
Dormant(ish) from 2014-2019
Back and better than ever.
... more
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