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Chorus
As he rounds another corner
More sparks fly
Why he needs to do this
Only he knows why
His truck is stronger than
Washington
This is his one-man war against
The blazing sun
He sees kids on the corner
And he passes them by
They didn’t flag him down
And he never says hi
Some people think
He’s just a stick in the sand
But the ice cream truck
Waits for no man
Interlude
He sees them coming
Sees them running
With smiles on their faces
And pockets full of change
He sees them running
Skipping happily
Smiling cheek to cheek
And what does he do?
He drives the fuck away!
He's driving on the left hand side... [rambling]
BECAUSE THE ICE CREAM TRUCK WAITS FOR NO MAN
Triplets section (start after 1 rep w/ guitar)
His truck
ascends
The steep mountain road
Going to meet the devil up in his abode
He’s got his sub zero tank
To keep the goods cold
Going to help the devil
So he won’t grow old
The devil gets hot
In his summer retreat
So he requires iced goods
To beat the heat
Chorus again for the same length
5/4 Riff (start as soon as Ian comes in)
He’s falling
Behind
Following
The line
Of sweat
And lust
Only in his truck
Can he place his trust
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Chorus
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I've never been much of a patriot
but the paparazzi and sirens are too appealing
I'll slide my way through unctuous fans
until those sordid lenses gleam back at me
excuse me sir just a few minutes of your time
we'd like to know whats going on behind that mask
with 5 dead and 13 wounded
how exactly do you justify yourself?
tropicana orange juice is where my heart is
cause i drink that shit when I'm at home
I can't afford much else to provide nutrition
for when the city needs me to detox the streets
you could say all I want is to feel alive
but not much else cause this shit barely pays the bills
i would have bowed out years ago if it weren't
for these grudges that could never let up
I've got a message that this city needs to hear
or I'll make them read it through an orange juice glass
tropicana orange juice is where my heart is
cause i drink that shit when I'm with you
I've grown used to the sour welcome
because the only ones i care for scorn my work
i burn my trail with coffee and capsaicin
so shut your fucking mouth if you dont want to get burned
i got a fifty from when i fought off that vampire
and another from that samurai gardener
another hundred from when i reclaimed the moon
from that doctor but had to split it with the puppeteer bitch
and i just got sixty from catching the nuclear raven
so i don't think i can cover my tab tonight
I'm on TV again; we both turn our heads
and my work pays off with that glimpse of your smile
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High Horse
03:12
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verse 1:
authority is a privilege
one that you've abused like your friends
trust them while you can
cause this is how your story ends
pre-chorus:
when you're stuck between shame and ostracization
forget about your lingering obligations
now you know the answers, you need to make your choice
get off your high horse or ride the fuck out of town
chorus:
get over your assumptions
get over your condescension
i break your rules for simple amusement
your arrogant banter means nothing to me
verse 2:
your deus ex machina
didn't meet you half way
putting faces to names
something you could never say
this is our noose round your neck
I'll give you a chance to pray
pre-chorus
chorus
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Thin Ice
05:04
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Section 1 (during the original riff):
The rambunctious red-state rambler rumbled across the desert
His ten-gallon hat precariously perched atop what was left of his pristine primped hair
The back of his pickup truck had held many things before but all it held now was his pride
The red fuel light raged on towards his rotund figure which rapidly heaved
Inwards and outwards inwards and outwards
As he rolled along the road at risky speeds before reaching the gas station
A rickety man rocked in his rickety chair and collected his ransom for the refueling
“By God I need a drink,” the rambler rambled as he wrung out the sweat from his shirt.
The section that used to be the chorus:
Oh the dusty plains
And the wide open sky
Were no match for his money
And the twinkle in his eye
His cause was immortal
His intentions pure
To keep the working class
Confined to the sewer
the section before the buildup:
When he stepped into the saloon everyone turned
He caught the eyes of some men across the room and he knew
This fight was his destiny
His concealed carry permit became obsolete as he opened fire on his foes
His quixotic quest quickly escalated to an earthquake of chaos
He jumped behind a pillar to conceal and cover himself
And he said to the boy next to him...
“Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition...” [ad nauseum]
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Method Act Palo Alto, California
Est. August 2012
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Method Act recommends:
Really dark album. Their first album is worth listening to as well.
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Plains of the Purple Buffalo
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