1. |
Icon Man
03:22
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I lost connection
So many years ago
Slipped through a slippery system
That treated me like I was on death row
I lost conviction
Why should I even want to give this a try
It's fact or fiction
Could this life just be, it's all a lie
I am the golden one
I am the only one
I am the master plan
I am the saving grace
I am the smiling face
I am the Icon Man
Why should I thank you
For wasting all your time on me
For a while you lifted
This weight that's suffocating me
Will I be sorry
For everything I'm gonna miss
Well I'm in it to win it this time
Yeah, I feel like I was born for this
Yeah, I was born for this
I am the golden one
I am the only one
I am my biggest fan
I am the saving grace
I am the dream you chase
I am the Icon Man
I am the golden one
I am the only one
I am the master plan
I am the saving grace
I'm right here in your face
I am the Icon Man
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2. |
Chester's Fame
03:19
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It doesn't matter what they say about me
It doesn't matter what they know
It doesn't matter which pigeon hole they stuff me into
I've nowhere left to go
Once a restless spirit to tame
Turned into a spirit of shame
Lost the will to get out of bed
Lost the will to stay in his head
Life became so tasteless with years
Swimming in the blood of his peers
Choking down the failure at hand
Golden empire crumbled to sand
Where is my real life
Where's my will to fight
This blackness that becomes my life
I'll take the blame
For Chester's Fame
Doesn't matter what's inside me
They never looked that deep before
It doesn't matter which rug they sweep me under
I'll still keep coming back for more
Living out a sewer pipe dream
In a funk since you were a teen
Never thought you'd reach twenty five
They're all gone and you're still alive
Where is my real life
Where's my will to fight
This blackness that becomes my knife
I'll take the blame
I'll take the blame
For Chester's Fame
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3. |
As I Live
05:08
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Fate has a hold of you now
Wait till the weight brings you down
I wear this life
Like a ball and chain
I burn myself
For I am propane
On fool's golden wings
Unable to fly
And as I live, so shall I die
Same that you are who you are
Fame has left it's deep scar
I wear this life
Like a ball and chain
I burn myself
For I am propane
On fool's golden wings
Unable to fly
And as I live, so shall I die
Death is the easy way out
Faith is a shadow of doubt
I wear this life
Like a ball and chain
I burn myself
For I am propane
On fool's golden wings
Unable to fly
And as I live, so shall I die
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4. |
Fuzz Knob
03:18
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Walking in a dead man's shoes toward my fatal frenzied future
With my laser like force I have no reason for this torture
Each and every day this life just tastes the fucking same
There's no way to buck this trend, It's just a rich man's game
The tax man come and gonna sell my shit
A bible preaching salesman with a propaganda pamphlet
A redneck stop check, a mountain of bills
The presidential candidates are giving me chills
Turn up the Fuzz Knob
What the fuck's up with that
Turn up the Fuzz Knob, Bitch
What the fuck
Turn up the Fuzz Knob
What the fuck's up with that
Well there's too much anger building up inside me
A mountain of madness is sitting on top of me
Crushing my bones it's getting harder to breath
A gun in each hand, I think it's time I leave
Who do you blame when it's nobody's fault
I point the finger at me as I launch this assault
Cause I'm the stupid mother fucker that's been holding me down
Yeah, the man without a plan who proudly wears that loser's crown
Turn up the Fuzz Knob
What the fuck's up with that
Turn up the Fuzz Knob, Bitch
What the fuck
Yo,Turn up the Fuzz Knob
What the fuck's up with that
Kick it!
Turn up the Fuzz Knob
What the fuck's up with that
Turn up the Fuzz Knob, Bitch
What the fuck's up with that
Turn up the Fuzz Knob
What the fuck
Turn up the Fuzz Knob
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5. |
Honorable Mention
03:58
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Dear Father we come before you now
And Lord we ask that you would break our heart, break our heart, break our heart
She's got a belly full of babies
Lies there coiled up like a snake
She's so bitchin' in the kitchen
Mac -n- cheese and shake -n- bake
She's got a lifetime full of maybes here
She's got an ice cream headache love hate thing
Drives a hatchback Chevy Vega
All around the block and back again
You and I we search to find a warm dimension
A place where criminals can't steal away your freedom
anymore
She says, "What are you looking at? What are you looking at?
Didn't think it was me."
People only see the pretty things they want to see
Like brainwashed true believers or that Cracker Jack Surprise
Savior fast food restaurant, you want ketchup with your lies
You and I we search to find a warm dimension
A place where criminals can't steal away your freedom
They'll try to keep you locked away in cold detention
A place where honor is too honorable to mention
She's got a belly full of babies
Lies there coiled up like a snake
She's so bitchin' in the kitchen
Mac -n- cheese and shake -n- bake
She's got a lifetime full of maybes here
She's got an ice cream headache love hate thing
Drives a hatchback Chevy Vega
All around the block and back again
You and I we search to find a warm dimension
A place where criminals can't steal away your freedom
They'll try to keep you locked away in cold detention
A place where honor is too honorable to mention
They'll never know just who you were
They'll never know just who you are
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6. |
Mundane Monday
02:54
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How many times can you be wrong
Before you throw in the towel and go home
How can you trust anything you say
There's nothing left here to believe
Mundane Monday morning mental massacre
Restroom rectory, a bag of tricks
Baby Jesus bleeds for his next fix
From a rain storm to a rainbow
Deepest valley, highest plateau
Mundane Monday morning mental massacre
I though I'd killed me but I've just become sicker
Mundane Monday morning mental massacre
I though I'd killed me but I've just become sicker
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7. |
Wait
02:06
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Machine guns don't discriminate
Hand guns don't know how to hate
Planes and tanks never kill their own
Well, they'd be better off left alone
Cars don't crash the trains don't wreck
Well, they can keep themselves in check
And the knifes don't cut right through the bone
Just you wait until the man gets home
Oh Yeah
Bombs don't fall down from the sky
Children aren't sent off to die
Ships don't sink just like a stone
Just you wait until the man gets home
Oh yeah
You always were the perfect life
Now you want to start a brand new life
Find a place to call your own
Just you wait until the man gets home
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
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Ric DelNero Pennsylvania
Ric DelNero is a composer, guitarist and music educator. He studied guitar at the Atlanta Institute of Music and graduated from Berklee College of Music.
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