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Almost Good
Words/Music: Kerr/Pool
We shared some good times, some special somedays
So don't pretend you can't remember my name
But we both know the truth we're tired of playing these games
Cause back in the day I used to drive you insane
You blow me up and then you throw me down
I came from heaven all the way to the ground
I want an answer but I can't hear a sound
I need you now
You wall me out and now you want me in
I'm standing still until you make me spin
I'm holding on until I see you again
I'm not letting go
I love you so
This morning's clearer than last night's excess
Should be a reminder you're just like the rest
But knowing the truth won't keep you out of my dreams
The closest we'll get is just a fantasy
Chorus
Well I can't promise this won't happen again
I'd say that I love you but I hate to pretend
Whatever happened to the girl I once knew
Do I have to admit that she never was you
Divide and Conquer
Words/Music: Roberson
Over at the east side they're at the taqueria
Talking about at least it's better than Coahila
Over on west side they're at the garage
Queing for fuel for their SUVs
Their SUVs
Divide and Conquer
Over in Dahka, Mustaffa's waiting for his connection
He was only looking for a little direction
Now he's waiting for the motorcade and
Putting his faith in forty virgins and his RPGs
His RPGs
Weekend
Words: Kerr/Pool
Music: Evatt/Kerr/Pool/Roberson
We're taking just a weekend just a few days a year
Gonna cook out, play a song or two and drink ourselves some beer
Women couldn't stand it there was too much noise
It's the story of our lives
We're the Caucasian Boys
Reid's on TV, a celebrity
Pool is back in school for yet another degree
Tim has got his kids and his political opinions
Evatt's engineering on a big turbine engine
We got big degrees and big student loans
Wide screen TV's and Black Belt Jones
Jones is the man cause he taught us to ball
He gave us the bird call and built us a mall
Chorus
Way back in the days of large Marge and the Barge
Trigger Todd took him a dump right there in some old lady's yard
When the sirens started blaring, he was running from the cops
So he ran away to safety down to Crazy D's Knife Shop
Pool met Porter down at Sin City
With the fifty dollar slots and the big fake titties
Score us some tickets to see Van Halen
Told him 'bout the chicken van and Porter was ailing
Chorus
Something Else
Words/Music: Kerr/Roberson
Better set em up again
Cause I've been sitting here all night
Just trying to stop the world
The sun came up
And it just dawned on me
That things aren't going to change from where I'm sitting
There now, I've screwed it up again
And I'd try to make it better
If I knew my black from white my left from right from wrong now
And I'm a miracle
I'm a walking bad example
That the best laid plans of mice and men amount to nothing
And if drinking don't stop this
Maybe I'll find something else
Maybe I'll find something else
What's the use
These are universal truths
Nothing means nothing unless it's on TV
Fake is real, classic nouveau
Bigger better, even moreso
And the truth is out of fashion years ago
There now, I've screwed it up again
With my high expectations
That everything would be alright at least come one day someday
And I'm a miracle
I'm a walking bad example
That what you see and hear are just shades of where the truth lies buried
And if standing up don't kill me
Maybe I'll try something else
Maybe I'll try something else
So good luck my friend
May optimism keep you
From turning into me
I'll stay right here
From my barstool summit
I can see everything I need to see
Blindness can be a blessing
My vision is a curse
But I won't change anything 'cause ignorance is still far worse
And I'm a miracle
I'm a walking bad example
That the truth is never simple, plain, or even pretty
And if your memory don't kill me
Maybe I'll try something else
Maybe I'll try something else
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