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A Pitcher Of Pabst For Batman

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A Pitcher Of Pabst For Batman 04:00
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No, I won't pay for that drink Unless you give me some time to think Five minutes or so to sort this out And that should do the trick And this town, it overwhelms It's the closest thing to hell And you're running a race And your money's on fire And your love's been replaced By the things that you hate And I'm paying my time It's the least bit required Then I'm out, I'm out of this place This pitcher of Pabst, it don't seem to last And I'm parched for satisfaction But there isn't much hope And each night seems so slow With no woman to feed my attraction And where's the fun in that? Small town is just two words For this fucked up little world (I'm closing my eyes 'cause I'm getting the spins) I'm sick of apathy I only want release (I've got to wake up from this state that I'm in) Claim defeat You'll never take what you want from me Force my hand It'll kick into gear all those things I have planned Each night blends into one Between liquor and lost causes Perhaps this once was fun Before we drowned in repetition But I can say with confidence That I am getting out of this Away from the draw Of a chemical squall And the heat of the sun And the sweat on our backs And we'll peel off our skin Oh, it's burning again I'm asking too much From this heart that I lack And each day just fuels my frustration And this pitcher of Pabst, I fear has gone flat And with it all my conviction I'm searching for hope Still I sit all alone And fight off my worst addictions And what's the fun in that? Small town is just two words For this fucked up little world (I'm closing my eyes 'cause I'm getting the spins) I'm sick of apathy I only want to leave (I've got to wake up from this state that I'm in) Claim defeat You'll never take what you want from me Force my hand It'll kick into gear all those things I have planned Put out that fire Yeah, it's swallowing me, yeah, it's swallowing us Try and stand I'm wavering still from this nightmare I've lived

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released August 13, 2010

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