Songs of the EVERY TIME-I-DIE

Floater – Every Time I Die

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We’ve been carrying on too long. I’m sorry, but I’m gone. I’ve got a bad reputation to think about. I’ve been dirty, I’ve been wrong. Maybe someday they’ll find

Here’s Lookin’ At You – Every Time I Die

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this is the last call before the credits roll. the charm of silver screen depression saturated in alcohol. it’s so seductive. filtered through tobacco haze. it’s so fucking intoxicating,

Inrihab – Every Time I Die

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I served him papers with a seal from the governor. the spoiler throwing voices, the vapors that they built this city on. but he don’t write much for me

The Logic Of Crocodiles – Every Time I Die

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i’ve acquired a genetically altered handshake capable of speeds up to 30 mph. hair arranged by the most advanced landscape surveillance operators our company can afford. i have a

Imitation Is The Sincerest Form Of Battery – Every Time I Die

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provisions are made, accommodations are met. your words are recoded in the bleak genetics of the mob. praise apocrypha-omitted offense, to relieve us of guilt but not of our

Ebolarama – Every Time I Die

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We’ve tricked the pigs into thinking that this auction is a pageant. In no time there will be makeup on our new set of cutlery. The livestock is star

Buffalo Gals – Every Time I Die

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the lions share is courting the teen one hand holds them back while the other is holding me. we don’t connect though we’re both disconnected. oh, oh yea we’re

Broadway – Every Time I Die

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and I’ll whistle the tune all the way to the gallows that I heard at the cabaret. At the sheriff’s signal, the orchestra moves the floor. Don’t it make

Kill The Music – Every Time I Die

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Dumb and pulsing we’ve become The bedroom door is an old black lung It’s arrhythmic Uninviting and pliable With the noble irreverence of shrapnel she came for us Bore

Hit Of The Search Party – Every Time I Die

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I want this ship cleaner than a hospital ward. A radical has polluted our ranks. Slouch into position men, this is a war. Set the traps. We’ll have that