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1 hour ago, Inash said:

So, your cheating ex just got robbed and you don't know how to feel about it. That does sound like a country song. 

Doesn't ring any bells.

Think darker. The singer is not there to just point and laugh at the misfortune..

Would not say it is a country song per se, definitely not in the arrangements and instruments used. Dark Country perhaps. 

(Chorus)
Dream with the feathers of angels stuffed beneath your head
The regulator's swinging pendulum
Dream with the feathers of angels stuffed beneath your head
The regulator's swinging pendulum
 
Come with me and walk the longest mile
Come with me and walk the longest mile
 
The song is called The Regulator by Clutch
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This one is likely to be easy..
 
Well, we're big rock singers
We got golden fingers
And we're loved everywhere we go (That sounds like us)
We sing about beauty and we sing about truth
At 10, 000 dollars a show (Right)
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7 hours ago, GreyJaeger said:

Well, we're big rock singers
We got golden fingers
And we're loved everywhere we go (That sounds like us)
We sing about beauty and we sing about truth
At 10, 000 dollars a show (Right)

We take all kinda pills that give us all kinda thrills

but the thrill we’ve never known

Is the thrill that’ll get’cha when ya get your picture on the cover of the Rolling Stone!

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Walking through forests of palm tree apartments
Scoff at the monkeys who live in their dark tents
Down by the waterhole, drunk every Friday
Eating their nuts, saving their raisins for Sunday
Lions and tigers who wait in the shadows
They're fast but they're lazy, and sleep in green meadows

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I rolled ya up and smoked you like cones
Split the seed and grow you like clones
Don't start-me-up, 'cause I'm not the Rolling Stones
But I get stoned with a little help from my friends
With the (good blend), then I passed it round back to me again
I can make you famous like Amos
Same as the last punk, when I stuck the gat up his anus
Hear me growl, grrra! Howl!
I got the night vision just like the wise old owl
I'm comin' ta fetch ya
Yeah home direct ya
Bury them bones
Under my home and

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No Cypress Hill fans here I guess..

 

Take my weapon, step into a whole new realm
And step back, as I take up the helm
On the pirate ship I'm steerin'
Droppin' the geran
Just realize what you're hearin'
The cannon sounded
That's my companion: surrounded
As my crew comes bounding
As the captain
Afro-america
Whole lotta gattin'
With the loc'ed out latin
Busted!

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