Atmosphere Album

[No lyrics]

I think it was Sunday sometime in January
I could be wrong and I guess it isnt necessary
but I remember that the ground was made of snow
and if you go outside you better take your coat
I must've been 19 years old I had a cashier job at a convenient store
working the counter making minimum dough
selling discounts smokes to the neighborhood folk
I didnt pay much thought to his ski mask
its Minnesota man your face will freeze fast
but i bet that I looked sort of dumb when i first caught sight of his bright orange gun
there I am adrenaline high and trying to decide how I feel about his right hand
is that a god damn? wait a minute it is a flare gun and guess where hes aiming it
you probably aint here to win the lottery
so you obviously gotta be robbing me
He nodded his head so I opened up the till
And grabbed the paper bag for the money cause I know the drill
I handed him the cash and the food stamps
He just stood there lookin all confused and
I'm thinkin yo why the fuck ain't he movin
Come on crazy white boy don't do somethin stupid
That bag is worth maybe two thirty
Not enough for you ta pull the trigger back and burn me
By now you should be down the street
Ain't you never seen the way they do this shit on t.v.
Ya it was fun but it's done so get out
"uh do you want me to lay down on the ground and start counting"?
Before the ski mask even started noddin I was already on some
"one one thousand two one thousand"
The front door beeped I heard him leave
So I called my boss and the richfield police
Gotta close the shop and lock the doors
Cause some trailer trash just robbed te store
And everybody acted so suspicious
I guess the flare gun story seemed fictitious
Are you accusing me of petty embezzlement
Don't ya see my left over adrenaline
Bosses and cops can be my friend
Never felt loyalty to either again
And to keep it real the irony didn't set
Until a year later when I got fired for stealing cigarettes

Once upon a time there was a concept
Someday we can all skip the nonsense
Work hard let the rewards connect and
Maybe we can soup up all the trash off the front steps
Silly man he believed in that ethic
Seems planted the needle to the wreck
It's in the plans that he set out to perfect
But every few steps was a thief with a message
Who speaks up for them half nights
Let's seperate the players and the mascots
Little miss success is a back dropping
You kind of look like a jack pot

Give me what you got or get got
Ain't no getting off at the next stop
Don't get caught with a wet top
I thought the best shot was the best spot, guess not

They all get mad at you so see through
Not much they had to do but read through
Turn off the attitude they need you
No time to act a fool, just be cool (x2)

Now keep your defense up right,
No choice but to be tense up tight,
Not one type baby ever just might throw shots at your body, character even love fight
But why they gotta turn them wheels in?
Try not to hurt them feelings
But burn pride or burn that ceiling
In between the search and the curse of the dreams, man
Girl look at how they stare at cha
Pass judgement to gather their chapters
Come back the year after the happily ever after
And I wonder what the world'll look like from their ladder
And now you had it up to right there
Hey mama put the kid back in the high-chair
Act like you care that life ain't fair, nah let them finish up their nightmare

They all get mad at you so see through
Not much they had to do but read through
Turn off the attitude they need you
No time to act a fool, just be cool (x2)

And when they open up them cracks you gotta overreact
It don't stop it just seems so relaxed
You know they never cross over them tracks
With a scarf like that they keep pullin you back
Is that really how it works now?
Is they hurt style even worthwhile?
Return it with a smirk or a smile
Take yourself off the dirtpile when you had your first child
It's too easy to call it envy, everybody wanna be all they can be
Graffiti makes them feel so heavy but they all get friendly when your walls are empty
It's always the same approach, they just want a little fiend to hold
You can't save they soul, so just chase your goals
Let em hate far away or let em hate up close

They all get mad at you so see through
Not much they had to do but read through
Turn off the attitude they need you
No time to act a fool, just be cool (x2)

Beautiful is how we know you though
Rebel, rebel for all your people
Until the talons of the bald eagle
Reach out and rip the back of your head off
Leaving the skull peaceful

Beautiful is how we know you though
We were all taught to root for the underdogs
One nation, under god, complex
No wonder we all wanna watch them undercover cops

Beautiful is how we know you though
So beautiful, so upset, came from a place that bred success
So shame on the grass on that side of the fence
Beautiful is how we know you though
Guess daddy didn't hold you enough
I ain't sayin' that you never had to struggle for a buck
or some luck or some love motherfucker join the club

Beautiful is how we know you though
Give the kid a paintbrush and a subject
Self-portrait charicature of the undead
Skeleton starin' at a picture of the sunset
Beautiful is how we know you though
Misunderstood it's not a birth right
The monster lost control after the first bite
Master your high-life, Bitch get your swerve right

Beautiful is how we know you though
It ain't new to you, you ain't that unusual
Then we knew you're fully mental when you drew your little line in the sand
and chose to stand with the beautiful
Beautiful is how we know you though
I hope you live to tell the war tell yourself
I wish you well on escape from your hell
But 'til then stay the fuck off my doorbell

[Instrumental Stuff]

OK, I'ma have to see some I.D. from everybody here, except you huh
So what's it gonna be?
You all look like whiskey people to me

[Verse 1]
Never sick of listening to your problems
Your boss threatened that you're gonna lose your job then
You fought with your neighbour and he called the cops man
Your wife left you and she took the dog, damn!
Looks like you came to the right place
Take a shot just to wash away the taste
We don't know your name but everybody knows your mad face
Save that seat for anyone that caught a bad case
Every day is overcast, pains in the lower back
Bones that you didn't even know you had
Not sure but you think your best friend stole your lawn mower
...That would explain why he stopped coming over
You ain't seen the doctor in a while
Even longer for the dentist, I can tell by your smile
Still making payments on a car
That's sitting on a spare flat in your backyard
Stacks of bills on a messy kitchen counter
Ring around the blue-collar cause the hot water heater's down
Here, put a couple of these down
And sing the blues like they supposed to sound

[Hook]
Here comes a beer, catch all your tears
Drink the remedy, forget about your problems
Here comes a shot, lose all your thoughts
Drink the remedy, forget about your problem
This one's on me, fix you for free
Drink the remedy, forget about everythang
This one's on me, got what you need
And take your medicine, you'll feel better friend

{And then she said, "Did you put, did you put it in?}
Wha-What?
{Did you put it in yet?"}
You know what?
{And I was like, I was like...}
You know, I'ma turn the TV on
I'ma turn the TV on, I don't want to hear about this

[Verse 2]
Used to be you just get in the car and steer
All alone, just you and them stars up there
Find a highway outside of the gen-pop
Turn up the music, go till the engine stops
And that's life but with these guy's prices
It's cheaper to just drink yourself to sleep, huh
Dependency can be your best friend once you know
That drugs and alcohol is all you've got that's dependable
It's enough to make you wanna huff on paint again
And lock you in the bathroom with the Jameson
Nah man, come down here and make a friend
If you do right, won't remember tonight
We still open so have another cold one
Until you don't recognise where you woke up
And don't throw up, nah hold your liquor
My tattoo gorilla be quick to eighty-six ya
Now get lost in the river of smoke
As it floats towards the ceiling that measures your growth
Life is better with a poor memory
But don't forget to leave a tip on the bar for the remedy

[Hook]

Ay buddy wake up, wake up
Wake up, there's no sleeping at the bar man, get up
It's time to settle out your tab
You've had, you've had enough
You've got, you've got to go home, wake up
Yo, aiyyo, ay Stevie come over here man, check this guy
He's still dazed?
Hey buddy