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Watered Down

The Used

Artwork

2009

it away

Get outta town by Sunday
I say if they don't get outta town
We kill the men
We kill the women
We kill the children
We kill the babies
We kill

[Bliss:]
I guess that I'm just a jar drifting by the tide
And I hope that a star will lift me to reside
In the hands of a single soul that can relate

Abducted by another freak of society
Two little pigs are snatched by the wolf
In this stone-cold reality
Temped by the serpent in disguise

We will never lend a hand to this again
When everybody asks "What then?"
Well, long as we can just pretend

Even with the wait, with all of this

recommended,
Is this sweet metropolis.			Mental and physical bliss.

The gods have smiled,
And blessed is Merano.
Merano! There are no
Fitter burghers to be

couldn't go home. The congregation knew
That if they brought me back, I'd burn the whole town too.
On the run, thinking I was pursued, this barefoot boy
Was

In a town full of crabs nigga gotta move rite
Gotta my eyes on paper but my mind on the mic
Gotta stay with that iron or you mite lose your life
Man

about our health

It's the Coronavirus
It's coming to your town
Designed by ISIS
To bring us all down
It's the Coronavirus
Better not cough on me
Designed

down
Only one night in your town
We can go rounds
I got gold figures amount
Smoking the best by the pound
Gripping your neck
Shawty want diamonds

about you
When the sun's done circling the moon
 
There is something about you
That will never, ever, ever leave this room
 
That town by the highway
I

I was born by the edge of town
& I swore I'd be somewhere long gone by now
But every morning begins the same
Just another day older with a different

Imma break it
Shoulder my love I dunno If I can take it
On my shoulder is a weight I'm afraid of being enslaved
Lonely on this road I'm partly proud

chance bitch Ima take it 

This the shit I think about, late nights when I reminisce 
2AM laying on the mat, playing "Why" by Jadakiss
Parents going

still at my post
For the painkillers, paint thinner
Dinner, on my, suede, slippers
Sinners, come in spades, but I came by the digger
Hated in the woods

The sun touched down
In my sunset town
You can find us all around
Where the trucks be hanging out
When the moons hanging high
An the owls be staying

Yo yo yo
We've got a new one from
Marcy with the flowers
City of gardens
Dedicated to Port Harcourt city
Yeah, exclusive
Elevated by the little

town
lead by a french priest - innocent in the way they were cutting down
spreading suffering and fear - committing all kinds of atrocities
the massacre

Won't you take me to....Funkytown?
	Won't you take me to....Funkytown?


Got to make a move
to a time that's right for me
Judging by this... 
sounds like

the sounds
With the rhythm I don't give you the minimum they allow
So I keep it innovative it should motivate the town
They only wanna play it of your paid

red woman went to town
To buy a pink wedding gown
She tried to find it in her heart
A reason to love this guy from the start

She'd trim his beard

The post man came late today 
Vinyl's dead anyway 
How could I flip lying still 

Six feet beneath contrasting beliefs 
This was the age when I'd

late, we can stop all the dreamin'
Get out this town, look around, we don't need it

Hell and heaven, they can wait for you,
So go and do all

Well there ain’t no use to sit and cry
You’ll be an angel by and by
I got a home in old boy’s town
That’s the place I’ll settle down
When I get my

Just around the bend
You'll find a little hidden gem
On the east side of town

Found a house set back 
From the road
cnd we decided to call it a home