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Moral Instruments
02:42
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"Moral Instruments"
Pistol's been talking.
Today
Pistol's been talking
Today
He was a fine young man
The neighbors said
Now another kid lying dead
Pistol's been talking
Today
Her brown eyes they shine like glass
Today
Her brown eyes they shine like glass
Today
Never going to hear her bell like laugh
Two in her chest as a car drove past
Pistol's been talking
Today
Cold hands, they won't sign love
Today
Cold lips won't shape that word
Today
No laugh, no touch, no speech, no sign,
A small empty bedroom left behind.
Pistol's been talking
Today.
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2. |
Nasty Little Children
04:45
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"Nasty Little Children"
Jack lived in a house down the block
Had flawless hair and a little black pup
Wasn't married but had handsome friends
The kids on the street, they would sing to him.
They'd sing:
(chorus)
You're wrong Jack
You're wrong Jack
So long Jack.
You're going to get it Jack
Better get with it Jack.
Tim lived on the same old street
Jack the only neighbor he refused to meet
Stare throught he blinds when Jack got home
Smile at the kids when they sang their song.
Chorus
The kids found Jack tied up and gagged
Couldn't comprehend what'd been done to him
Now they miss him and his little black dog
Some of the them regret that they sang that song.
Chorus
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3. |
Five Card Stud
04:52
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"Five Car Stud"
Five strong men
Pale and mean
Five black Packards
Lights agleam
A young black man caught in between.
His heels they kick
They bruise the earth
They cut off his pants
They rip off his shirt
In the pale lamp light a razor gleams
Two take his arms and two take his feet.
Oh yeah they're gonna cut him down
Oh yeah they're gonna cut him down
Oh yeah they're gonna cut him down
Way down to the ground.
His blood is black
It stains the earth
One night of passion
Was his manhood's worth
Five pale men in five black cars
And one still form beneath the stars.
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4. |
Shinjuku Blues
03:04
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"Shinjuku Blues"
(Chorus)
Well I'm drunk again
Lost in Yoyogi
Drunk again
Lost in Yoyogi
Drunk again
Lost in Yoyogi
Those Shinjuku girls
Got me singing the blues
Walk the streets
The lights they are blinding
Faces
A blur walking by
Tokyo's no place for lovers
Lost and alone
Beneath a Japanese sky
Chorus
At a bar called Shanks
Yeah I found solace
Drinking scotch with friends
And Salarymen
A James Bond villian
With a voice like a grinder
Said the drinks are expensive
But worth every yen
Chorus
I'll climb Mt. Fuji
Looking for trouble
Kick in doors
Where Yakuza play
I’ve got no worries
I'm in Tokyo baby
My hearts in Japan
At least one more day.
Chorus.
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5. |
Willie McGee
05:28
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"Willie McGee"
Enter the courtroom
Does the condemned man
In the center
Does a chair stand
An armature of wood
And leather straps
With power lines
Which run out the back
Outside to a box truck
About which mills a crowd
Inside a generator
They wait for it to get loud
This is Mississippi
The year is ‘51
This is history
This is America.
He’s accused of rape
No need to testify
The victim is white
For this he must die
The witness is excused
No questions from the defense
The accused is found guilty
No need for evidence
This is Mississippi
The year is ‘45
The man is Willie McGee
This is how he lost his life.
The man now a corpse
He exits the scene
Exit the crowd
Only the chair remains
Unhooked from its wires
It’s taken away
The courtroom is empty
Dark and assuaged
This is Mississippi
And these things were done
This is history
This is America.
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7. |
Here I Stand
03:14
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Your cigarette an ember
As you lay on the floor
You sang about the world
Of the educated poor
And women sometimes whisper
kisses can kill
But to embrace through the night
Deadlier even still
Chorus
Well this bitch of a city
She's more stern than she's pretty
Like a stripper resigned to the day
Like Burroughs with his gun
Let's make a dangerous kind of love
And laugh Vance's red sun away
Even love can be found
In this wreck of a town
Even hope in a touch and a sigh
We're in a trench made of bricks
We're neck deep in shit
But damn right I'll shovel till I die.
I still remember
That day in the park
Beneath the leaves of a gingko tree
You talked I hardly spoke
You told me your troubles
Like they're fixed to this place
Like a skyline will clear
All the pain from your face
Chorus
So run to Chicago
Run to New York
Do they appreciate your talent?
Does it dignify your work?
I've no wish for your tears
I'll always wish you well
I'm here I'm Milton's foil
Saying better to reign in hell
Chorus
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