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Humphrey Bogart
01:39
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Trembling hands, fumbling for keys
The pavements wet, my head’s spinning
Liver is shot, my hearts torn apart
Adjust the seat, sleep in the car
Whiskey soda
Gin martini
Vodka tonic
Bloody Mary
Never trust a man who doesn't drink
Never trust a man who doesn't drink
Eyes are bloodshot, eggs sunny side up
The whole damn world is three drinks behind
Whiskey soda
Gin martini
Vodka tonic
Bloody Mary
Never trust a man who doesn't drink
Never trust a man who doesn't drink
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Tight On Absinthe
02:05
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I think you're pretty swell
but every day I feel just like hell
and I need a drink to make it through
so make mine a death in the afternoon
I think you're sweet on me
but every day feels so bittersweet
and I need a fix to kill this pain
so mix me up some absinthe and champagne
I'm doing knife tricks tight on absinthe
I'm doing knife tricks tight on absinthe
I'm doing knife tricks tight on absinthe
I'm doing knife tricks tight on absinthe
I'll show you how to bleed
with sympathy for the bullfighter
When I need to kiss a pretty girl
without delay I open a bottle
Drink three to five of these
but just make sure to do it slowly
If you want to feel like Hemingway
just take my hand and we'll get underway
I'm doing knife tricks tight on absinthe
I'm doing knife tricks tight on absinthe
I'm doing knife tricks tight on absinthe
I'm doing knife tricks tight on absinthe
I think you're pretty swell
but every day I feel just like hell
and I need a drink to make it through
so make mine a death in the afternoon
I think you're sweet on me
but every day feels so bittersweet
and I need a fix to kill this pain
so mix me up some absinthe and champagne
I'm doing knife tricks tight on absinthe
I'm doing knife tricks tight on absinthe
I'm doing knife tricks tight on absinthe
I'm doing knife tricks tight on absinthe
Doing knife tricks tight on absinthe
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3. |
Suicide Door
04:11
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Drive California Son headed for the coast like you're on the run
Ride into the sunset far away from home never looking back
Drive like your life depends upon it I'm your passenger
I will give you everything you wanted and maybe more
I can see you hiding there behind the door
But I, I can no longer wait forevermore
I, I can see you hiding there behind the door
But I, I can no longer wait forevermore
Drive California Son on the CA-1 like you've seen a ghost
Ride into the Sunset the past in rearview bourbon on your breath
Drive like your life depends upon it I'm your passenger
I will give you everything you wanted and maybe more
I can see you hiding there behind the door
But I, I can no longer wait forevermore
Drive like your life depends upon it I'm your passenger
I will give you everything you wanted and maybe more
I can see you hiding there behind the door
But I, I can no longer wait forevermore
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4. |
Last Century Boys
02:29
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I drink a lot of bourbon and stay up late
I use the bottle for digging my own grave
Liver be damned I don't want to be saved
I drink a lot of bourbon and stay up late
Shoot from the hip boys burn down the clip joints
Brass knuckles in the teeth to dance time type
Brass knuckles in the teeth to dance time type
Brass knuckles in the teeth to dance time
Brass knuckles in the teeth to dance time
I drink a lot of bourbon and stay up late
I use the bottle for digging my own grave
Liver be damned I don't want to be saved
I drink a lot of bourbon and stay up late
Parrots of Pasadena start squawking loud
I want to wipe all the goddamn phonies out
Battling Bogarts love their drinking bouts
Last century boys want to scream and shout
We'll drink a lot of bourbon and stay up late
We'll use the bottle for digging our own graves
Live or be damned we don't want to be saved
Let's drink a lot of bourbon and stay up late
Shoot from the hip boys burn down the clip joints
Brass knuckles in the teeth to dance time type
Brass knuckles in the teeth to dance time type
Shoot from the hip boys burn down the clip joints
brass knuckles in the teeth to dance time type
Brass knuckles in the teeth to dance time type
Brass knuckles in the teeth to dance time
Brass knuckles in the teeth to dance time
I drink a lot of bourbon and stay up late
I use the bottle for digging my own grave
Liver be damned I don't want to be saved
I drink a lot of bourbon and stay up late
Its dollar dog day at Santa Anita track
Hungover bad in our humble little shack
Don't want to go to church looking like that
Last century boys throw another back
We'll drink a lot of bourbon and stay up late
We'll use the bottle for digging our own graves
Livers be damned we don't want to be saved
Let's drink a lot of bourbon and stay up late
Shoot from the hip boys burn down the clip joints
brass knuckles in the teeth to dance time type
Brass knuckles in the teeth to dance time type
Shoot from the hip boys burn down the clip joints
brass knuckles in the teeth to dance time type
Brass knuckles in the teeth to dance time type
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With Empty threats and broken promises
Filled with regret such dire consequences
Unpack your bags forgive my trespasses
Drink to forget with gimlets and gin fizzes
Eat with me, drink with me, sleep with me, die with me
In a world that no longer wants us this is what kills the worm that haunts us
Eat with me (eat with me), drink with me (drink with me)
Sleep with me (sleep with me), die with me (die with me)
In a world that no longer wants us this is what kills the worm that haunts us
Such Lonely days the nights are lonelier
A block of cheese and wine in the decante
Crawl into bed look past my blemishes
Nothing is dead not until it vanishes
Eat with me, drink with me, sleep with me, die with me
In a world that no longer wants us this is what kills the worm that haunts us
Eat with me (eat with me), drink with me (drink with me)
Sleep with me (sleep with me), die with me (die with me)
In a world that no longer wants us yhis is what kills the worm that haunts us
I reach for you but you’re no longer there
An empty bed some fruit flies hover near
On the nightstand a rotten bowl of fruit
Sauvignon blanc prescription pills you used
Eat with me, drink with me, sleep with me, die with me
In a world that no longer wants us this is what kills the worm that haunts us
Eat with me (eat with me), drink with me (drink with me)
Sleep with me (sleep with me), die with me (die with me)
In a world that no longer wants us this is what kills the worm that haunts us
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Hurt Hawks Los Angeles, California
Born and raised in Arcadia and fueled by bourbon, Hurt Hawks follows in the footsteps of his literary heroes with his own brand of dirty realism sung over jittery and bluesy electronic post-punk. He is known for his intensely enthralling and extremely amusing live performances. ... more
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