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Static

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Static은(는) 앨범에 수록된 곡으로 1993년 1월 1일일에 American Recordings Catalog P&D에서 발매되었습니다.Gimmick

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발매일1993년 1월 1일

라벨American Recordings Catalog P&D

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D. Sardy

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D. Sardy

프로듀서

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There's big money in these fat black hills

If you know how to smell for it

You could drive home a nail in the sand

And brag half deaf 'til your hands won't stain that brand

As it burns out your manifest grain

On these windfall days

Some old crank on your water they say

Tills his crop on your pay dirt and won't play

He begs the moon for the next sun to return

As we calculate just how much book to make on his fate

And the grass won't tell

How we made this belt from his wet hide

In a moment of pure self-help

Black and tanned as every good boy should

As the proof of your mettle runs straight through that exit wound

That you left on this varicose land

I can't stand

All your wires embracing me

Thick webbed lure of a glittering treat

By the truckload unclaimed for the better life

Sanctified in your desire to ration my air

With a straight face

And a bootlace noose

For the price of the sediment dreams

I took part in your vacancy

Washed over my hands in your glorious bleed

And then I cut this token from the side of this

Broken and hallowed out monument pain built

If I could cry

I'd drown in lies

In the dead eye of hindsight

And I can't raise my arms

I can't lift this tired form

I can't see why

Why you're baiting me!

Stop baiting me!

With a break in your power just tempered for how I might

Choose to relieve this fat-soaked need to be king

For a day

But for the right pay

To cover in steel gray

And state-shaped hate

For all the vacant bodies, burnt and unsaved

For nothing more than being all

I wish I could wipe from this place

And I'm bound to be rolling in these rinds

Tied on tight from my pockets to my mind

A battered bent tail off my spine

Like some half-spent slack-backed mule that I can't ride

I don't want to be out of this time

I don't want to see what there's left of me

If I could run

I'd drag my gun

And set it to right my eyes

If I could raise my hands

If I could lift these tired plans

I'd rake out the crack in my...

Mind

Mind

Mind

If I could run

I'd drag my gun

Gun

It's gone

Written by: D. Sardy

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