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A Step to Go Swingin' Utters the place is empty except for the stationary bottles of whisky and bar stools still standing concussion heads ache from a blissful evening of confusion, muttered speech from too much drinking the cars Last Chance Swingin' Utters any problems they might've had with the social law well, i remember Tuesday and every last day of my life and i'll never forget anything that stays with me at night it's the last chance for pretenders to Smokestack Dreams Swingin' Utters she pours into the sky and chokes the trees then disappears from view, like empty streams And the second step from heaven disappeared and then I took to crying on my bed and the second step from madness Step Inside This Room Swingin' Utters I wish someone would take me up over that hill to leave me be and let me wander instead of sitting here enjoying the pretty view living vicariously through strangers all i ever wanted was to be right My Glass House Swingin' Utters I'm lacking sense, but bound in a very specific direction It's phonomenal and unprecedented It's a chip of the old block and a step up the new ladder. Mr. Fifteenth and T Swingin' Utters drinkin beers in the pouring rain Dupont circle summer again jackin' wheels just for fun i was only 13 watch your step but it's always the same your always down and he's always goin' away learned a lot Good People Swingin' Utters Did you ask that man On the corner for the time of day Did he shrug and glance at his wrist and say "Dunno, here you go" And hand you a fool's gold watch I should tell you some sacred stories Secret and Little Creeps Swingin' Utters To all of those with dead end jobs and dead end lives and loves to all dead weight with no cause at all all the predictable ones to the suit and to the peon to the drunk and the loved ones and to all the Teenage Genocide Swingin' Utters well, you don't really know what you wanna do except to spend some time just being you but the game's unfair and the stakes are high what with the threat of being embalmed in formaldehyde i don't wanna The Next in Line Swingin' Utters Born on the southside you live alone Four walls a roof and its always cold look out the window and there is nothing to see. The Note Swingin' Utters Finding fault is never easy least of all when it's always yours just a fragment of a broken will and a sentence from a note left on the floor. Mr. Believer Swingin' Utters pick up the lines between your eyes grow up and get yourself to feeling younger longing for the sunshine waiting for an early rise won't it just shame you? shall i stop and blame you? Sign It Away Swingin' Utters The day grows old and gray with rain skies and the troubles keeping you likewise go to bed after television as outside the moon is turning crimson All alone on a Sunday "tomorrow's no different" as you Tell Me Lies Swingin' Utters My life's a mystery I just cant figure it out It's strange to me That the visions I see Seduce me but for now I try to focus But I can only do a little at one time Everyone keeps telling me Everything's Sustain Swingin' Utters I can't believe the things you say to me are so boring I can't believe everything you do to me is done sober I can't obtain a sense of patience, and i can't ordain you as my patient, but you chew away Beached Sailor Swingin' Utters off all the blessed intervals that defined ourselves as one i may remember only the last, as it's the interval you won i've thought about it and i just don't know (don't know quite where to go) i've been No Eager Men Swingin' Utters he's a shadow of what he used to be ever since i put him in his place she's just a memory that's scarred him horribly and looks like lipstick on his face this side of paradise is slow no eager men go Another Day Swingin' Utters I've been back now for a day or two, at best and i'm punishing myself for taking the rest i've been in slumber and in splendor in my house with beer and whiskey, my new son and spouse well, they've welcomed Brazen Head Swingin' Utters Only passing thoughts of times long gone, tonight 9000 miles away I hear your songs, but I - I seek the comfort of the bottle and then I let my mind to wander to the face that I knew and to the places Tied Down, Spit On Swingin' Utters You better go, or you'll be stepped on with your sharpened bayonette boots you'll be long gone you gotta go, you gotta get on with all the glory of good riches you've been brainwashed and as for all the Soldier Boy Swingin' Utters Good solid build, this ripe young kid has sharpened up for killing men. polished new shoes and uniform not a bad sort ?？just came here on a whim?? Gregs Love Song Swingin' Utters There ain't nothing good about saying goodbye There ain't nothing fair about saying farewell There ain't nothing better than my baby So go to hell There ain't nothing wrong about what you're doing I didn't Storybook Disease Swingin' Utters i have broken many dreams, but like broken hearts they seem to mend with ease i've traversed the open sea with a grain of guts and a gallon of need but i'm tired and i'm easily fixed a hair trigger in Bigot's Barrel Swingin' Utters He was spoken to just to be put down. He was 22 when helped off the ground. Beaten black and blue when his color was brown and shining shoes in a dirty town. Windspitting Punk Swingin' Utters give me just a second to grasp your two-bit theories as that's more than enough time i need to see through their innate queries you're telling me to shape up or ship out but i'd never shape myself for Playboys, Punks, and Pretty Things Swingin' Utters "A penny for your thoughts," he says as he swiftly slips from bed to bed and the thoughtful ones are charmed by him and the sexy ones turned on by him and he's knighted by casanova's kin and his ladies Well Wisher Swingin' Utters Slow motion cigarettes hang from your sweaty lips five bottles of stale, pissy ale stumble to your pale wrists thin man with unkept hair clean shave, but a glassy stare you've lost it all boy, and so young One in All Swingin' Utters Mr. product man strolling by with a kind of head-held-high hypocrisy the envy of so many walks of life but not a type like me periodically searching through the perfect library a man I am of an unusual A Promise To Distinction Swingin' Utters One I was younger than The youngest of fragile minds I ate the day with bad manners Then spit out the rind And mother told me As I looked to the sky Yes my mother told me "My dear son, You're not the one Second Skin Swingin' Utters Try to act this way and that become some beaming bitch's pet though you feel like a rat and it's plain that you're all that you accuse yourself of selling out to the souls searching familiar clout and