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Failed Attempt
03:26
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Well I picked a fruit from the forbidden tree and took a forbidden bite
And suddenly my eyes were open wide and I knew wrong from right
And when I tried to share the things that I had found
I was shunned and ostracized by everyone around
So I picked up my guitar played every chord I knew and nothing worked
So I picked up a pen and tried to put all of my thoughts into words
And when I looked down at the pages they were blank
I guess my mind is empty as the bottles that I drank
So I picked up a tube and took it with me outside to my car
And fell asleep on the front seat to the pounding of my heart
And when I woke up in a hospital bed
I knew that there's no god out there who cares if I end up dead
So I put up my thumb and waited on the side of the road
For anyone to take me deep into the realms of the unknown
And where I end up I don't even really care
I just got to get away there's nothing left for me here
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2. |
Excuse My French
03:20
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Y'a des bâtiments qui se remplissent de gens si malheureux
Ils ont renoncé à leurs rêves pour faire plaisir à leur dieu
Ils espèrent trouver le bonheur en récitant des prières
Ils attendent le paradis sans savoir qu'ils sont déjà en enfer
Ces mêmes bâtiments qui sont si grand restent vide à toutes les nuits
Pendant que certains dorment dehors dans les rues de notre pays
Au Québec il fait si froid que même le coeur gèle en hiver
Mais ils sont pris sur cette partie d'une planète divisée en frontières
Y'a tellement de gens en ville qui sont toujours si pressés
Ils pensent tellement à leur statut qu'ils voient pas leur vie passer
Pendant qu'ils se préoccupent de l'état de leur compte bancaire
Ils se rapprochent tranquillement d'une éternité dans un cimetière
Y'a des bâtiments qui se remplissent de gens si malheureux
Ils ont renié ceux qu'ils aiment pour faire plaisir à leur dieu
Pendant qu'ils attendent en vain à des réponses à leurs prières
Moé j'vais chercher ma consolation dans l'fin fond d'une bouteille de bière
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3. |
Fairy Tales
05:00
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I think I'm losing my sanity or maybe I lost it long ago
The faces in the pictures are staring to fade away
And my wounds are starting to show
I'm going on a holiday with the voices in my head
I don't know where they're taking me but I trust they know
That if I stay I'll be better off dead
So I collected all my storybooks and I put them in a pile
I know some who won't enjoy the smoke
But I'll be glad when I see the Devil smile
And when all the prisoners escape we'll have a big party in hell
And if fairy tales are for children
Then it seems that we've outgrown our prison cell
And I'm not proud of every choice I make
But there's on thing that I know that isn't a mistake
'Cause it's worse to feel regret than to feel alone
And the Prodigal Son is never coming home
And it's so hard to plan an escape
When there's no doors to tear down and no windows to break
But it's worse to be afraid than to be alone
And the Prodigal Son is never coming home
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4. |
Windowless Building
03:15
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In that windowless building where we used to go
I didn't want to be there but I couldn't let it show
There the men they wore cheap suits 'cause they didn't have a dime
And they didn't have hobbies 'cause they didn't have the time
And the nonsense that came from the books that we read
And the songs that will forever get stuck in my head
And the hours I wasted weeks after week
Counting tiles on the ceiling wondering if I would ever be free
And I watched as they bowed their heads closing their eyes
As they'd plead their requests to the man in the sky
And I wondered if maybe they were all insane
Or if I was the one who was fucked in the brain
And even though part of me believed it was true
How could I not, it was all that I knew
I promised myself I'd no longer pretend
And I never stepped foot in that windowless building again
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5. |
My Apostasy
02:42
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I don't wanna be someone who lives his life in fear
Only saying things that everybody wants to hear
Maybe I can't be who they all want me to be
So I'll finish my last cigarette and sail off to sea
Why does everyone I love want to cast the first stone
How do you say goodbye to everyone you've ever known
Is this the price I pay for wanting to be free
Is this the punishment for my apostasy
I don't wanna be someone who does just as he's told
I have my whole life to live but you are getting old
If you don't wanna know the truth how will it set you free
If you won't open your eyes then how will you ever see
I don't believe in miracles but sometimes I have hope
That maybe freedom's just on the other side of this rope
If only I can find the strength to tie it to a tree
And finish my last cigarette and sail off to sea
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