Official Video for "Cling" by Corey Sustarich
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You've got your crucifix made of styrofoam
It's your eternal telephone so you can pray
For things to change so you don't have to change
For those who cling to the old
The new will be so horrible
The clouds with rain plastic bags
Rainbows in gasoline
Hit snooze on the doomsday clock for me
Because babe we've got nowhere else to be
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Instant Tradition
02:25
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I thought those wonder years would pass me by
So I traded them up for instant tradition
I thought those wonder years were never mine
If I could drink beer for the very first time again
I wouldn't need another apocalypse to believe in
I thought those wonder years would pass me by
So I traded them up for instant tradition
I thought those wonder years were never mine
If I could smoke weed for the very first time again
I wouldn't need another heaven to believe in
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Granola Kids
03:52
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I finally decided to copy my favorite band
They just took their songs down from the internet
Guess it's a good thing I don't sound much like 'em
Even if I did I wouldn't do 'em justice
I'm copping all your ideas and your lyrics
But you probably won't read them (x2)
I'm copping all your ideas and your lyrics
But you probably won't read them (x2)
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God's a Girl
02:50
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He's got friends
They fit in the palm of his hand
Q-tips and toothpicks
One use and then a flick in the trash can
They pile up and build him an altar of earwax and plaque
For their master, the man
Oh yeah, I almost forgot about him
Well, how's he been? What's he doing?
He's a child sacrifice
It takes him a lifetime to learn what he should have given up
And even longer for the hell he's in to hurt more than the life he's led
God takes what she wants
Cuts the good from the rot
Nothing left but a couple of love songs
For which she hums along
She still sends him straight to hell
For tripping himself to watch his shadow fall down
Into a hole where he laughs as the flames grow
He's a child sacrifice
It takes him a lifetime to learn what he should have given up
And even longer for the hell he's in to hurt more than the life he's led
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A Warm Bath
02:51
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Nothing like pain or the hope that it'll go away
To make a memory stay but honestly I've gotta say it
Most of the time I'm fine but every now and then
I get this feeling, well, it's kind of like I'm paralyzed
It's like slipping into a warm bath in a cold house
The body knows, knows how to die and it's kind of nice
Nothing like pain or the hope that it'll go away
To make a memory stay but honestly I've gotta say it
Most of the time I'm fine but every now and then
I get this feeling, well, it's kind of like I'm paralyzed
It's like slipping into a warm bath in a cold house
The body knows, knows how to die and it's kind of nice
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