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Bakehouse
03:09
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Jenny's in the Bakehouse bakin' bread
Sad little tears runnin' down her head
Jenny's in the Bakehouse bakin' bread
Jenny always wishin' she were dead
She will always give the boys what they want
So many nights beside the phone
Just feeling so alone
So many nights beside the phone
Just couldn't take it anymore
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2. |
The Heist
03:16
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3. |
S.O.C.K.S.
03:57
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It's only you and yourself; a lonely clock of the shelf
Sun is about to come up and you’re dreading what's coming
No sense in waking up, don’t feel like getting up
In the morning
You wake; the room is all wrong. You feel you can’t get along
In the morning
Don’t fit into your own shoes, you've got no rhythm just blues
In the morning
No sense in waking up, don’t feel like getting up
In the morning
You feel you're better off alone
Still just you and yourself, that lonely clock on the shelf
The sun is peek-peeking up and you're dreading what's coming
No sense in waking up, don’t feel like getting up
In the morning
You wake; the room is still wrong. You feel you can’t get along
In the morning
Don’t fit into your own shoes, you've got no rhythm just blues
In the morning
No sense in waking up, don’t feel like getting up
In the morning
You feel you're better off alone
ES O SI QUE ES
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4. |
Maximum Effort
02:46
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There’s a place where my contributions don’t mean shit
I keep putting in my hours 'cause I’m too poor to quit
But there is a place where my thoughts are appreciated
And my feelings are just sounds communicated
Just let me go
To the place that I call home
When my stress is building and I need to disconnect
There’s nothing I do that has quite the effect
Of heading to the back room and picking out the tones
That make my frustrations known
Just let me go
To the place that I call home
I put in my maximum effort
Put in my heart and soul
I put in my maximum effort
Into the things I love
Just let me go
To the place that I call home
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5. |
Insecure
02:42
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Faced with an adventure
and you've got all you need
Your insides are Jell-O
but no one asks you how you feel
because outside you're steel
What do you want me to say
How can I let you know that you will be okay?
Fighting through the jungle
In an endless sea of vines
Your thoughts your worst enemy
Your mind is your blade
Maybe all your efforts vain
What do you want me to say
How can I let you know that you will be okay?
When they tell you you're pretty
And the tell you you're clever
It's not a ploy just to make you feel better
The world isn't lying
Don't listen to your fears
Help will always be near
What do you want me to say
How can I let you know that you will be okay?
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6. |
Going Down
03:31
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I left my heart in a paper bag
On your front porch
Oh so sad
You lit a fire and you stomped it out,
Sent me into a world of doubt
I don't think I can hang
I don't think I can take pain
No sense in waiting for it
No life, no sense of catharsis
I feel that i could use a pick me up
But instead I'm going down
I left my heart in a paper bag On your front porch
(Oh so sad)
You lit a fire and you stomped it out, sent me into a world of doubt
I don't think I can hang
I don't think I can take pain
No sense in waiting for it
No life, no sense of catharsis
I feel that i could use a pick me up
But instead I'm going down
I drove by your house last night
Just to see if you were still alive
i don't think I can hang
I don't think I can take pain
No sense in waiting for it
No life, no sense of catharsis
I feel that i could use a pick me up
But instead I'm going down
No sense in waiting for it
No life, no sense of catharsis
I feel that i could use a pick me up
But instead I'm going...
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7. |
Dreamers
02:24
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Took a window seat on the drive home
Saw the clouds outside, an ever-darkening sky
The bus it hit a bump, my shit feel down on the floor
I tried to pick it up, but I don’t care anymore
I know that I was supposed to be home ‘bout an hour ago,
I’m really sorry, Ma, just tryin’ to make us some dough
The guy on TV said that I should live in Mexico,
I’ve never really been there, never been there before
To them I’m just another immigrant
To them I’m just another son of a bitch
We don’t have a voice
We don’t get a choice
We don’t have a voice
Go back home
I don’t belong here
I don’t belong there
I live my life in a kind of haze
We don’t have a voice
We don’t get a choice
We don’t have a voice
Go back home
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8. |
Chemistry
02:51
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Face over my own
A Drag
I don't wanna think about it
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