Both Part 1 and 2 of Hot Water on Wool combined into one song for your convenience. the tracks transition /really badly/ there was nothing i could do about that. don't know why they split it into two tracks but kept the vocals going.
If we could only be in different places
Among the same faces we can't forget
In debt to the very distinction of love and hate
They're both in our hearts, we choose an imbalance
Oh, the thought, we are the flaws that make us
That must be why... (What's the right word for this?)
I'm suffering (Ashamed? No, horrified)
It's an action, delayed reaction
I've got taxes and bills to pay
Something's flapping its wings at me
Someone's clapping, I guess we're on TV
Stop now you've ruined it all
Stop now you've obtained it all
Stop now you've ruined it all
Stop now you've obtained it all
Stop now you've ruined it all
Stop now you've obtained it all
Stop now, stop now
Stop now, stop now
Stop now, stop now
Stop now, stop now
Stop now, stop now
(Indefinitely)
Moving in the right direction
(I'm waiting to see if it comes to me
or if it's tied to a safe that just hit the sea floor)
Maybe I'll sleep... maybe I'll sleep through a century
(I'm waiting to see if it comes to me
or if it's tied to a safe that just hit the sea floor)
What was going through my head?
Head...
Ooh...
Press the pressure point on my neck
My head will snap off and roll into the secret passage
we built for escorting the rapist to the victim
Did you manage your time?
Do you know how I do?
Downpour, downpour, downpour, downpour
Oh, the boredom involved in patience
So, I'll make a fist and rip the threads we've sewn
Since it's come to this, it feels like nobody's home
So my cover's blown, rip open the threads we've sewn
So, I'll make a fist and rip the threads we've sewn
Since it's come to this, it feels like nobody's home
So my cover's blown, rip open the threads we've sewn
And I won't forget what it means
Let's take some time to reflect and restart
We tip over three-wheeled shopping carts
A crippled man with his mangled hands
Looks at the blonde with her hideous, orange, fake tan
Decide, decide, decide
Who thinks that I, that I am out of line
For being sober finding four leaf clovers
Lawn mowers and truck towers
So lucky all of the time
Decide, decide, decide
I've got a mind, and it's weighing me down
28 pounds, and lucky for me, so lucky for me
I'll never see that bitch again
So, I'll make a fist and rip the threads we've sewn
Since it's come to this, it feels like nobody's home
So my cover's blown, rip open the threads we've sewn
So, I'll make a fist and rip the threads we've sewn
Since it's come to this, it feels like nobody's home
So my cover's blown, rip open the threads we've sewn
Nobody's home, nobody's home
Well, I've lied
With a fantastic picture, I...
Well, I've lied
We're going in new directions
Well, I've lied
With a fantastic picture, I...
Well, I've lied
From sleeping away the century
Well, let's start from the beginning right now
I'd do that if you weren't so impatient
(We're going in new directions)
Well I'll stop you and give me the time of day
It's so sad, I've got no more lines to read
(From sleeping away the century)
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