1. |
Intro
00:24
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2. |
Yukon
02:13
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put your boots on,
we're heading up to Yukon
the land where the cariboo roam,
and some guy is still looking for some gold
put your boots on,
we're heading up to Yukon
natives looking for fights
underneath the northen lights
put your boots on,
we're heading up to Yukon
and we’ll go to Dawson City
where the french girls look so pretty
put your boots on,
we're heading up to Yukon
in downtown we’ll do some blow
and drink whiskey with a human toe
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3. |
Boot down the door
02:19
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Put a number on a man
put a rifle in his hands
look at him go
where the desert winds blow
put a rose on the grave
put the blame on a name
tell his mother to be brave
for the man it's all the same
I'm gonna boot down the door
I'm not gonna take it anymore
put your initials on a page
put a man in a cage
till the end of his days
to show your kind ways
put the opposers on a train
or put a bullet in their brain
flush your dreams down the drain
so we drink against the grain
I'm gonna boot down the door
i'm not gonna take it anymore
put your faith in a book
bite the bait on the hook
there's a mirror, take a look
your divinity they took
put a tear in her eye
promise never again to lie
put the yeast on the rye
make you feel you'll never die
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4. |
Azulejos
01:55
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ripub lipuvardas ment
Ja tal maksmata jäi rent.
On yhishauas parlament;
on vabad kuuba ja tažkent
On vaba iga immigrant
Ning lööb tantsu iga sant.
Õllel puudub pant;
mul tihumeeter,
sul on kant.
En un carcel de imigracion
Frontera de tabasco
Odio de mi corazon
Por los puercos de campeche
Soy un gringo esteeuropeo
Necessito mi libertad pronto
Da me mi abogado
La resistencia es tonto
Pena nieto donald trump
Lektyyris on mein kampf.
Bassein on rula ramp;
mõni riim on üpris lamp.
nüüd vist lähen üle piiri
Teen kummiliimist ma klistiiri.
Vaatan viimseid päiksekiiri
ja näed ikkagi läks riimi
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5. |
Winter
03:25
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smell of winter in the air
into the distance i stare
my trembling hands feel cold
my brain is growing mold
i look down at my tattered boots
i feel like im growing roots
i suppose its time to go
before it starts to snow
i’ll be going far away
too few reasons fr’me to stay
thanks for all the time we spend
but i have places to attend
i’ll leave my friends and lovers
my father and my mother
i gotta go righgt now
it already starts to snow
its time to say bye-bye
it was a privilege alright
now im gonna go
where language i dont know
dont know shit taht they are saying
and i dont even wanna know
loneliness the price i pay
alone on the curb i lay
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6. |
Body at the creek
01:40
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I found a body at the creek
Its truly a sight to see
Bring your wife, Bring your kids
And peek through the reeds
Oh lawd theres a body at the creek
I found a body at the creek
A dog’s been munching at his cheek
His hands are all boud
I don’t think he gone and drowned
Oh lawd theres a body at the creek
I found a body at the creek
It's the highlight of my week
poke it with a stick,
try not to get sick
sweet jesus theres a body in the creek
Theres a body at the creek
I dont mind the reek
i'll take my girl out tonight
to the murder site
and we'll see the body at the creek
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