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Cold Brains lyrics
Cold brains
Unmoved, untouched, unglued
Alone at last
And no thoughts
No mind to rot behind
A trail of disasters
A final curse
Abandoned hearse
We ride disowned
Corroded to the bone
The fields of green
Are bent obscene
I lay upon the gravel
And a worm of hope
A hangman's rope
Pulls me one way or the other
A final curse
Abandoned hearse
We ride disowned
Corroded to the bone
A bird of song
Is heard no longer
In the evacuated heavens
And the drain is drawn
And drained and gone
And all and all it doesn't matter
A final curse
Abandoned hearse
We ride disowned
Corroded to the bone
Part of these releases
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- Track 1 on Mutations
- 2 Nobody's Fault But My Own
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- Track 1 on Cold Brains
- 2 One of These Days
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- Track 8 on 2008 8-2 Seattle
- 7 Round The Bend
- 9 Tropicalia Lounge Act
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