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Andrew Jackson Jihad Andrew Jackson Jihad Ghost Mice Split

I can't tell you why your children are dying, but I can offer you my sympathy. And I can't show you where your children are buried, 'cause they're

Waking from napping with a bad taste in your mouth. Wishing you were sleeping, you don't want to leave the house. Dripping from your dreaming of a habit

You've been singing songs for all the wrong reasons. For reasons you're not at liberty to say. It wasn't to get rich or famous or get laid. Mainly you

Hey everything, fuck you i hate everything you do to me i despise every lie i've come to believe and i hate every evil thing that i see this juxtaposition

The first words that you ever said to me were "that's not my baby, that baby's japanese," and you begged the nurse to take me away and bring you the

I will not sing another song for the dead because the dead, they are not listening. from now on all the songs that i sing will be songs sung for the

I first saw you at a festival and then i saw you at a few more shows. i knew that i had to introduce myself to you. after all those times of each

And i'd like to build a giant machine that crushes the mountains and burns all the trees and pees in the desert and dies up the seas and melts all the

We knew our stream would lead to a bigger stream And eventually the river, and out to the sea It never seemed like a possibility That we could go beyond