1. |
Hot Mess Express
06:23
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Take a burning punk
An' that voodoo junk
Take a step in line
For that hoodoo rite
Or take a one hit stick
On a boukan trip
Raise a wiccan sigh
On that hookah ride
Hot mess express
Out to raise the dead
Hot mess express
Better mind your head
Take your ancient funk
An' your token thump
Take a slip an' slide
On that hard luck jive
Or take a one hit stick
On a boukan trip
Raise a wiccan sigh
For that hoodoo ride
Hot mess express
Out to raise the dead
Hot mess express
Better mind your head
Here she comes, here she comes
Don't make eye contact
Oh man, what'd you look at her for?
Take a burning punk
An' some a voodoo junk
Hot mess express
Take a one hit stick
On a boukan trip
Hot mess express
Hot mess express
Hot mess express
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2. |
Ex is a Given
07:07
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She said the ex is a given
But only if it's taken
She said it works for a livin'
For what she's makin'
She's worth more
She's worth more
She's worth more
More than she gives herself
She said the wall was a shakin'
But she, she just can't make it
She said the wall was a shakin'
But she, she just can't fake it
No more, worth more than that
No more, worth more than that
No more, more than she gives herself
It's your thing
Do what ya wanna do
I can't tell ya who to sock it to
It's your thing
Do what you wanna do
I ain't gonna be the one, baby
Not me, it's your thing
She said the world is a sad thing
Everything's tattered
She said the word goes unspoken
Everybody's scattered
She said truth is illusion
And fate is what we make
She said it works for a livin'
But she, she just can't fake it
No more, much more than that
No more, much more than that
No more, more than she gives herself
An' all I gotta say
It's your thing
Do what ya wanna do
It's your thing
I can't tell ya who to sock it to
It's your thing, baby
Do what you wanna do
I ain't gonna be the one
It's your thing
No, she don't play games
Trust me
She walk away
With the walk, she walk, yeah
You know the one
Tosses her hair
With a backward glance
She gotta see
If she got your eye
You think you in, lover?
She gonna have you for supper
Trust me
She don't play games
Oh, yea, and the ex is a given
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3. |
On the Wind of Change
06:56
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When the sun turns out a light
And the night drags on alone
When the sane go out for strange
An' the chase gone out of phase
On the wind of change
On the wind of change
Caught a breeze
On the wind of change
When the stars burn out a light
And the night drags on an' on
Till the scars tear open wide
Dig the blade on down the bone
On the wind of change
On the wind of change
Caught a breeze
On the wind of change
On the wind of change
On the wind of change
Caught a breeze
On the wind of change
Outside on the window pane
I do believe I've seen the light of day
But ain't it strange how the weather change?
Ain't it strange how the weather change?
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4. |
Was a Wicked Man
03:25
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Was a wicked man
Turn a blessed seed
Into devil creed
With a dose of kerosene
Was a wicked man
Was a wicked man
Run on dirt and hate
Done up in Christ face
Come on so sugar sweet
Was a wicked man
Out on that righteous breeze
He keep truth down in the deep freeze
Come on drink that big brother tea
Down on beggin' knee
Was a wicked man
Was a wicked man
Was a wicked man
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5. |
Grain of Sand
05:29
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If I told you
That it would be wrong
Would you still say yes?
And if I told you
We'd be gone far too long
Would you still be my guest?
Grain of sand, child
What become do start at one
Take my hand, try
Can will be forever one?
If I told you
It'd be one an' done
Just one and done
Would you still feel blessed?
I know I would
And if I told you
We'd be gone far too long
Would you still be my guest?
Grain of sand, child
What become do start at one
Take my hand, try
Can will be forever one?
Give it all up for you, babe
Give it all up for you, I would
Give it all up for you, baby
Give it all up for you, I could
Give it all up for you, babe
Give it all up for you
Give it all up for you, babe
Give it all up for you
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6. |
Schizophrenia
06:05
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7. |
Too Much Too Little
09:31
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Too much too little love
Too much to move
Too much too little love
Too much to lose
Too much too little truth
Too much to move
Too much too little truth
An' far too much to prove
And if she came right out
And said it cold
Would it help you to see the light?
If she came right out
And she let it go
Could you leave it all behind?
Too much too little love
Too much too little love
One such a little step
To such a blessed groove
One such a little step
One blessed groove
But then
Too much too little love
Too much to move
Too much too little love
An' far too much to lose
And if she came right out
And set it free
Could you sever all the chain?
If she came right out
And let it burn
Could you cover all the blame?
One such a little step
One such a little step
One such a little step
Such a blessed groove
One step
Baby steps
Too much too little love
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8. |
Dirty Little Obsession
03:59
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Don't want no true confession
Don't want your string
Don't need no blues confessor
Don't need no soul conviction
Don't want your everything
Don't need to be no cold eviction
Jus' wanna be
Wanna be
Jus' wanna be your
Dirty little obsession
Your obsession, yeah
Don't want no sacrifice
And I certainly don't want your love
No, I don't
I don't need no alibis
Yea, I don't want no, want no hard addiction
Yea, and you can keep your drug
Don't need no cheap affection
Jus' wanna be
Wanna be
Jus' wanna be your
Dirty little obsession
Your obsession, yeah
Dirty little obsession
Dirty little obsession
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Alex Betschen Machine Buffalo, New York
Alex Betschen Machine is a Buffalo, NY area progressive rock/jazz fusion band that is always experimenting with new ideas.
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