1.Trustees Of Modern Chemistry
How could we make this right
When we can't even speak tonight
When we're fucked beyond belief tonight
You know we're not talking
We're not working it out
Our pride will kill us
Quicker than our doubt
And we're self-medicating
With the cheapest stuff
Our brains say stop
But our hearts can't get enough
How could we make this right
Wen we can't even speak tonight
When we're fucked beyond belief tonight
2.Crutches
When I was climbing up the walls it used to be a blast
And I would say something dumb only to get a laugh
But now lips are looser brain doesn't think as fast
And all these chemicals just make the time pass
My fear of going it alone is what it all comes down to
And all of my crutches are breaking my bones
And all of my helpers help me sleep like a stone
And I'm expecting a chorus of sighs and groans
And all of my crutches are breaking my bones
They're breaking my bones
Can't stand on my own
3.Hard-Wired
Are we alone？
Are we alone？
Are we alone？
Are we alone？
Are we alone？
Are we alone？
Are we alone？
I don't think so
I don't think it's possible
We're not hard-wired that way
We're not hard-wired that way
Can you keep a secret？
Can you keep a secret？
Can you keep a secret？
I don't think so
I don't think it's possible
We're not hard-wired that way
We're not hard-wired that way
Can you keep a secret？
I don't think you can.
4.20 Feet Tall
After a genuine act of defiance
You're 29 and you lost your license
That's fine you need to ride your bike more
About a month and you're joining the peace corp
And I'm okay with this downhill strategy
Right now you're singing the fixed-gear blues
But look me up when you're walking in worn-down shoes
I see what you're doing right there
But you're dreaming if you think that I care
They picked on cause you're so small
Stand on your money and you're 20 feet tall
The grass is always greener somewhere
And the pavement's always cleaner somewhere
But I'm breathing easy under blue skies
I've got a smile 20 feet wide I will lend you my ear
5.Expatriate Blues
6.Bow Down
7.Worn Out Passport
I wanna die with a worn out passport
In the pocket of stolen jeans
On a beach somewhere I've never been before
Full of people I've never seen
And I want my body filled with
More alcohol than blood
Don't take this as self destructive
Because this wish is filled with love
So we drank and talked for hours
About the places you wanna go
I suggested every country in the world
And I never heard a 'no'
You could never look like a tourist
I might as well have maps unraveled
I wanna die with a worn out passport
And I would really like to travel
Whoa, Whoa
I wanna die with a worn out passport (Whoa)
I wanna die with a worn out passport (Whoa)
I wanna die with a worn out passport (Whoa)
I wanna die with a worn out passport (Whoa)
Whoa-oh
8.Restless Head
9.Sleep Better
10.Scars
11.The New Ground Floor
12.Never Move Your Back Row
13.Well-Fed And Warm
14.Hell Will Be Party Time
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