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Plastered
03:15
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starring out my bedroom window
watching the cars go by
nothing better left to do
than pour myself a shot or two
Intoxicated totally wasted (intoxicated)
Intoxicated totally wasted (intoxicated)
Intoxicated totally wasted (intoxicated)
Intoxicated totally wasted (intoxicated)
Sometimes I feel im falling down ( im falling, im falling)
Sometimes I feel im falling down ( im falling, im falling)
Sometimes I feel im falling ( Cant stop myself from falling)
Sometimes I feel im falling down
and im feeling pretty good now
get up and grab another brew
bottle of jack right next to you
chug until my face turns blue
Intoxicated totally wasted (intoxicated)
Intoxicated totally wasted (intoxicated)
Intoxicated totally wasted (intoxicated)
Intoxicated totally wasted (intoxicated)
Sometimes I feel im falling down ( im falling, im falling)
Sometimes I feel im falling down ( im falling, im falling)
Sometimes I feel im falling ( Cant stop myself from falling)
Sometimes I feel im falling down
feels like my head is spinning
is this the end or the beginning
cant feel my legs am i standing
having trouble comprehending
catch me cause I am falling down
Intoxicated totally wasted (intoxicated)
Intoxicated totally wasted (intoxicated)
Intoxicated totally wasted (intoxicated)
Intoxicated totally wasted (intoxicated)
Sometimes I feel im falling down ( im falling, im falling)
Sometimes I feel im falling down ( im falling, im falling)
Sometimes I feel im falling ( Cant stop myself from falling)
Sometimes I feel im falling down
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Route 61
02:49
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Its 2am and the bar is closing down
Where do I go in this ghost town?
It’s completely dark no one is around
This is the history that burned down
1962 on route 61
The fire is deep and it’s just begun
The ground is cracking hold on tight
Two hundred and fifty years of life
I’m walking down route 61
There’s nobody around to take me home
The ground is smoking from down below
The mines run deep don’t you know?
1962 on route 61
The fire is deep and it’s just begun
The ground is cracking hold on tight
Two hundred and fifty years of life
In 1856 they opened a mine
In 1868 the mollies took over the town
In 1877 the mollies were hung
Buried in the ground, he cursed the town
1962 on route 61
The fire is deep and it’s just begun
The ground is cracking hold on tight
Two hundred and fifty years of life
It looks like I’ll die in this ghost town
1962 on route 61
The fire is deep and it’s just begun
The ground is cracking hold on tight
Two hundred and fifty years of life x2
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Loose Ends
01:45
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Father Earl
02:52
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Nightmare
03:03
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6. |
Fuck The Man
01:01
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Whiskey Dick
01:48
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Zombii New Haven, Connecticut
Zombii is a pop punk/punk rock band formed in 2013. Showcasing Dueling vocals, frantic energy, and stick with you for weeks catchy hooks. Zombii’s most recent and 4th full album “Fail Harder”, was released in October of 2021, on Damaged Heart Records. The album pulls on heavy influences from off with their heads, the bouncing souls, and rancid, with a little 90’s pop punk sprinkled in. ... more
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