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Beat the Champ
Artist: The Mountain Goats
Release: 2015-04-03
Tracks & Lyrics
Southwestern Territory
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The Legend of Chavo Guerrero
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Foreign Object
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Animal Mask
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Choked Out
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Heel Turn 2
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Fire Editorial
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Stabbed to Death Outside San Juan
The winter's wet, and the summer's hot Take a match in Puerto Rico, why not Power and adrenaline flowing like amber From the recesses of the earth, put on your waders And twitch when the water runs high sometimes Twitch when the tide ebbs low See the sights, maybe go downtown Sometimes you get some heat, sometimes it follows you around When the blade hits the bone, everybody hears it sing Shower room full of people, no one hears a goddamned thing A twitch when the current runs wild sometimes Twitch when the contact howls All that racket out there in the arena I'm on a stretcher, here come the cleaners And the sky goes dark and there I am Climbing down the Hertzsprung-Russell diagram I drop from the top of my tall steel cage Drop to the concrete floor
Werewolf Gimmick
I was not there for rehearsal, I don't need it any more When I show up just in time to pop you can clear the goddamn floor Empty out the locker room, let me find my space Let him who thinks he knows no fear look well upon my face Nameless bodies in unremembered rooms Know how a man becomes a beast when the wolfbane blooms Sail past all the grasping hands, floodlights white and hot Bring my vision into focus, find out what I've got Some sniveling local babyface with an angle he can't sell Full werewolf off the buckle like an angel straight from hell Nameless bodies in unremembered rooms Run howling through the carnage when the wolfbane blooms Half the city sound asleep and safe inside their beds Get lost inside my thoughts and nearly tear his face to shreds Blood pooling on the canvas as the atmosphere gets hushed Bring your heroes to the wolf's den, watch them all get crushed Get told to maybe dial it back backstage later on Everyone still in this building right now: dead before the dawn Nameless bodies in unremembered rooms The pure at heart go putrid when the wolfbane blooms
Luna
All gone, all gone Watching it go up out front on the lawn Stay on my feet somehow I'm strong now Stuck there, no air Head high, head high Tongues of fire that reach up for the sky Rise through the smoke The dust of the grave I will be saved Pause in mid-stride Pause in mid-stride And ride, and ride, and ride, and ride Burn hard, burn hard Smoldering pieces landing in the yard Trace names in ash Big names, old friends And dead ends Those last few frames Go down so fast Rise through the flames and end again in flames at last Stay free, stay free Invisible armies march by night for me Stay on my guard Burn hard Rage on All gone Pause in mid-stride Pause in mid-stride And ride and ride and ride and ride
Unmasked!
Rain beats down, down on the outer walls Down on the skylight, where the streetlights Shine like unquenchable coals And I'm up high, trying to say goodbye The only way I know how Crude and graceless Peeking through the eyeholes Seeing the real you And just after midnight When it feels like it's getting late I will reveal you I will reveal you Crowd's half-gone, just a few hangers-on Come to see me finally tear through the stitching at last And you don't care, you look almost relieved down there Like you're free, like you can breathe now Like they've sawn off your cast Just one more sleeper to see through And by way of honoring The things we once both held dear I will reveal you I will reveal you Cast of thousands But we were the real two And when I'm alone Before a mirror late at night I will reveal you I will reveal you
The Ballad of Bull Ramos
Drive a great big truck When I'm old, when I'm old Haul the wrecks down to the wreck yard Help the boys unload Keep my hair nice and long Because I can, because I can Any of my old friends who have no place to turn to They know to call me any time they come through Never die, never die Stand with a bullwhip in my hand And rise, rise In the desert sand Work days, work nights Finally get laid up By a piece of broken glass On the floor of the shop And the doctor recognizes me As the operating theater goes dim Aren't you that old wrestler with the bullwhip? Yes sir, that's me, I'm him Get around fine on one leg Lose a kidney, then go blind Sit on my porch in Houston Let the good times dance across my mind Never die, never die Stand with a bullwhip in my hand And rise, rise Surrounded by friends
Hair Match
You'll be maybe lunging for the bad guy's hip No one anticipates the sunset flip The referee and your opponent will hold you there And we're gonna bring in a folding chair We'll stipulate that there will be no cameras filming But of course there will be several in the building And if by chance somebody hits "record" And stands real still somewhere back behind the soundboard Cheap electric razor from the Thrifty down the street Two guys down around your ankles so you'll stay put in your seat Buzzing razor held aloft and just about to strike I loved you before I even ever knew what love was like Some people leave before it's over, but most of them stay Some hide behind their programs, some turn away Out in the parking lot you look up at the stars And all the cheap cars