Lyrics
My
old
man
died
on
a
Saturday
night
I
watched
as
he
just
stopped
breathing
And
though
it
was
awful
and
painful
and
sad
I
was
glad
that
he
wasn't
alone
It
felt
like
something
he'd
just
had
to
go
through
An
arduous
task
he'd
been
given
And
it
seemed
so
unfair
it
was
his
cross
to
bear
The
sickest
and
weakest
of
us
Oh,
we
never
spoke
much
as
a
father
and
son
But
we
had
an
understanding
And
I
still
hear
his
voice
when
I
open
my
mouth
In
anger,
or
wisdom,
or
such
Oh,
if
I
see
a
similar
jacket
or
hair
I
think
for
a
moment
I've
found
him
But
then
I
remember,
it's
not
about
where
And
I
know
he's
not
lost,
he
is
gone
I'm
just
glad
that
he
wasn't
alone
1 Friends In Low Places
2 Mexican Wave
3 All The Things You Hate About Me, I Hate Them Too - Sax Mix
4 Interview with Alex Irons
5 Let All The Poisons That Lurk In The Mud Hatch Out
6 It's Hard to Be a Gentleman
7 Too Scared To Fight - MM Version
8 I Ain't Your Boy - Live on Alex Irons Presents
9 For God's Sake
10 Embarrassment - Live on Alex Irons Presents
11 A Day in the Life
12 Pretty Please - Live on Amazing Radio
13 A Day In The Life - Second Take
14 It's Hard To Be A Gentleman - Strings Mix
15 Little Lives - Click Track Version
16 Fight Sounds
17 Smash, Stab And Burn
18 Deep Down - MM Version
19 Muscle Memory
20 A Little Bit Of Rapping
21 Money Changes Everything
22 My Anchor - MM Version
23 Shotgun House
24 Muscle
25 Little Lives
26 Saturday Night
27 If You Have to Ask You'll Never Know
28 Memory
29 A Quiet Understanding
30 Pretty Please
31 I Ain't Your Boy
32 The Six Fingered Hand
33 Fizzy Blood
34 No News Is Good News
35 One of My Eyes Is a Clock
36 Shower of Scorn
37 A Terrible Feeling
38 The Fuck of It All
39 All the Things You Hate About Me, I Hate Them Too
40 Gary, Indiana
41 A Plague on Both Your Houses
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