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The Whole Damn Song
04:25
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Hey Y'all, what's wrong?
Don't see no one up on their feet.
It's your chance to sing-a-long, to leave a wake, to kick and scream.
Yea, when you see me all you'll think is I'm pure perfection.
Truth is, I'm young and drunk, staring at my own erection.
We'll burn like silhouettes and warm your hands by our orange glow.
We'll rise up like the Phoenix, out on the prowl for rock and roll.
It's late and we're all fucked, so keep piling it on as the wolves howl. There's no hope in here, so don't bring your light; it's a black out!
Yea, I've trucked it out this far the best I can, so go make the room stop spinning and bring me back to land.
Shirts off, Jaws down; WE ARE THE WHOLE DAMN TOWN!
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Wolf
03:18
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Bloodstains, bottleneck and crimes, the clock is winding down.
You'll find us just outside the last lit up town for miles.
There's a market for daughters, not mothers or the diseased, but the ground 'round here begs for anything weak at the knees.
The hungry and the heartless in ranks, along the lengths of Main Street, while the cowards are draped in corners, begging for beliefs. They all move so slow, breathing bodies heave and hide.
This wreck of your nightmare, born of fashion, style and lies.
No one qualifies for love when the buildings are all on fire; make sure everyone comes in close, make sure everything is fine.
All your mothers are dead, the fire took them as it pleased.
I'll take the daughters one by one, sweep them right off their
feet.
The heartless strike once again, touchÉ you cowards, I'll give in.
Just show me to the end of the line, I'll swallow my ticket and drown in their eyes.
Only the good die stunned, the rest make it out alive; rebuild this fucking town with bags of concrete and lime.
When the good die stunned, the rest live to wonder why.
They’ll rebuild this fucking town on a pile of bodies and lies.
Only the good die stunned.
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Last Chance Rope
03:46
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Well I went down to the river, black veins will take me to sea.
Before I make my arrival, there's trials for me, trials for me.
And you pushed back from the island, empty cans fly from your feet.
And now your head's underwater, you struggle to breathe, struggle to breathe.
You slipped away too fast, before we had a chance to reach out and grab your hand.
You're getting sucked down in, so reach up for the rope, grab the rope, before you're damned.
Well, I'll be damned!
Hope you come out on the other side just beyond where we see, and now we'll try to be strong though we struggle to be, struggle to be.
And we'll take what we want to, and we'll drink all that we see, until we can breathe fire and you're looking at me, LOOKING AT ME!
GRAB THE ROPE!
JUST GRAB THE ROPE!
The burnt and cracking skin, so fucking tragic.
Like Noir and Marylin, so fucking tragic.
Dead dreams and mortal sins, so fucking tragic.
Look where I've ended up, so fucking tragic.
LOOK WHERE I'VE ENDED UP, SO FUCKING TRAGIC!
SAY WHAT?!
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The Whole Damn Town Chicago, Illinois
Four dudes got together and decided to start a band about partying.
A Midwest
Southern style of music with influences ranging from blues to metal.
Stay tuned as, The Whole Damn Town will be playing your favorite dive sometime soon.
Please Chuff responsibly.
Former Members of-
A Modern Love Story
Gyre
Chasing September
Relying on Miracles
... more
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