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Jeff Buckley - Sketches for My Sweetheart the Drunk - Murder Suicide Meteor Slave
Sketches for My Sweetheart the Drunk
Disc 1
01. The Sky Is a Landfill
02. Everybody Here Wants You
03. Opened Once
04. Nightmares by the Sea
05. Yard of Blonde Girls
06. Witches' Rave
07. New Year's Prayer
08. Morning Theft
09. Vancouver
10. You & I
Disc 2
01. Nightmares by the Sea
02. New Year's Prayer
03. Haven't You Heard
04. I Know We Could Be So Happy Baby (If We Wanted to Be)
05. Murder Suicide Meteor Slave
06. Back in N.Y.C.
07. Demon John
08. Your Flesh Is So Nice
09. Jewel Box
10. Satisfied Mind
Would you like to meet the villain somewhere
Underneath the skull of a moon.
Fire burned his eyes out
Cause his chains are too long for you.
Someone has to pay for the damage done. no-one's gonna love you now.
Your whole family's splintered, you're a slave to it all now.

Ooooo ahhhhh
Oh, you're a slave to it all now
You're a slave

Welcome down to paradise rock. there is no single entrance,
With the stars to revolve around,
There is no real underground
No stars to revolved around
Here, they're fashioning the noose
Sickened by the knell of the graveyard bell
You know it's not long for you.
Sick of all the vomit childhood,
Not a trampoline of the freaks,
Not even a slave to your father.
Oh, you're a slave to it all, now,
Oh, you're a slave to it all, now.

Welcome down to paradise rock.
There is no single entrance,
With the stars to revolve around,
There is no real underground
There is not a single entrance
There's no stars to revolve around
There is no real underground.
You're a slave to it all, now.

Happy, happy, happy.
Happy, happy, happy, happy.