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~Untitled
03:44
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Why can’t you seem to remember me
Or anything that I’ve said
Didn't ask for your vanity
And yes I know and it’s been shown
That I’m dealing with
Some hot merchandise
Reach for your phone and confuse me
Why is everything I say and everything I do a mistake
Please come down to the corner and look around
Well I think that you and me
Have something that you don’t see
So I sit and wait my days
For you to come downstairs and play
A rounded face and chiseled chin
Is still the trophy I’m trying to win
Not sure if I’ll make third place
What would you want with a broken heart
And a body to match
You’re right it’s a waste of time
Reach for your phone and confuse me
Why is everything I say and everything I do a mistake
Please come down to the corner and look around
Well I think that you and me
Have something that you don’t see
So I’ll sit and wait my days
For you to come downstairs and play
Eye to eye, lung to soul
You confuse me, but you still amuse me
Imagine that a worthless prick keeps talking about getting hitched
And you don’t know
Where to begin
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2. |
Lucky Day
01:49
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3. |
Boom Gah Bah
02:09
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Tying my tie makes me want to die
I sit on the bus while my brain completely fries
GAH
I am not a sheep
And you will not hear me bah
You can take your scripts and bureaucracy
And shove them up your ass
These two weeks in hell will be my last
A line here, a shot there
If I die I really don’t care
Growing up really fucking sucks
Tying my tie makes me want to die
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4. |
Church of the Redeemer
03:29
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love the bitter taste of hate
the way it stings your lips til your red in the face
my truth reverberates down your spine
i’ve got you hooked, i see the look that’s in your eyes
there’s a place for you
at the second pew
gonna crash, make you fall, make you crawl
we’re gonna chew you up and spit you out
cup of bullshit, stay up and get down
fuck the wine, fuck the crackers
where’s the bottle of jack
not your host with the most
we want your dirtiest smack
time warped, lost thought
on a 12 day bender
get on your knees
let go, and surrender
father watches as the kids walk by
licks his lips, grabs his dick, he’s an evil guy
tells little jimmy choir boy "don’t be shy"
he claims to know god, he’s the devil in disguise
binge on all of your sins
church of the redeemer
if you’re lucky, we will let you in
church of the redeemer
time to give in, end your suffering
church of the redeemer
fuck the wine, fuck the crackers
where’s the bottle of jack
not your host with the most
we want your dirtiest smack
time warped, lost thought
on a 12 day bender
get on your knees
let go, and surrender
father watches as the kids walk by
licks his lips, grabs his dick, he’s an evil guy
tells little jimmy choir boy "don’t be shy"
he claims to know god, he’s the devil in disguise
binge on all of your sins
church of the redeemer
if you’re lucky, we will let you in
church of the redeemer
time to give in, end your suffering
church of the redeemer
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5. |
You All Along
03:48
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Yea, you were an old friend
But you disappeared, like a puff in the wind
I needed you so badly
I would do anything
Come on, show me what you have for me
Make those little tingles dance in my mind
You’re my warmth when I’m lonely
Without you, I’ll never be satisfied
Just give me something
It was you all along
Let’s get to touchin’
And I’ll write you a song
Fate is a big word
Just you wait
Have blind faith
Come on, show me what you have for me
Make those little tingles dance in my mind
You’re my warmth when I’m lonely
Without you, I’ll never be satisfied
You were lookin’ for love in all the wrong places
It was me all along
Let’s get lost in my basement
And admit we were wrong
I know it feels scary
And you’re too young to already be married
While we wait for the end
There's no one I’d rather be with than my best friend
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6. |
Couch
03:27
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There’s the way it ought to be, and there’s the way it is
We’re all equally useless, a mission for your sins
Welcome to the shit, have a thousand yard stare
Smell the victory, napalm in the air
This is my life, many like it, but this one is mine
When I die, bury me upside down
An arm and a casket, to wrap the flag around
Clench your fists real tight, two shots from your gun
One for fighting and one for fun
You don’t know, but you’ve been told it would feel this cold
Rifle of rejection
Mossy green infection
There is no protection
It’s a no man’s land- when you’re stuck on the couch
Frag you for defection
Another tag for the collection
Government injection
It’s a no man’s land- when you’re stuck on the couch
You’re an errand boy, sent by clerks
To collect a bill, and do their dirty work
See yourself in the crimson pool
Wipe the slate clean, mindless tool
A crowd for you to follow, meaningless and hollow
Rifle of rejection
Mossy green infection
There is no protection
It’s a no man’s land- when you’re stuck on the couch
Frag you for defection
Another tag for the collection
Government injection
It’s a no man’s land- when you’re stuck on the couch
Stuck on the couch, the couch, stuck on the couch
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7. |
Four Horsemen
03:36
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Just when you thought that you could be at ease
Well it's time to get to work
A gutter bunny helps to spread the sleaze
Shoulda never invited her
Yea you reap what you sow
Now it's taking control
Perfect pictures still have holes that bleed
It’s lost so let it go
Seven slivers splitting from the seams
It’s better not to know
Yea you reap what you sow
Now it's taking control
Patience won’t come to your rescue
Waiting won’t -come and go- get you
Saving’s no fun and expensive
Abstaining is never expected
Sharing’s caring, we are all to blame
Destined errors always look the same
No more answers to hear or take-away
Flying fingers that point back at me
Put the shame inside my skull
A facely shape which figures fervently
Makes the river stop its flow
Yea you reap what you sow
Now it's taking control
Nature’s failures have amassed in thee,
You’ve got too much bloat to float
Helpless and headless ain’t the way to be
When the devil has got your goat
Yea you reap what you sow
Now it's taking control
Patience won’t come to your rescue
Waiting won’t -come and go- get you
Saving’s no fun and expensive
Abstaining is never expected
Sharing’s caring, we are all to blame
Destined errors always look the same
No more answers to hear or take-away
You need to listen to the king and queen
To be the star in your own show
Earthly wishes sent to set you free
If you’re ready to go pro
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8. |
Backwards
02:53
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You make feel so lonely
Even when you’re right there
It’s not your fault I’m horny
I get why you just don’t care
Cuz I’m backwards
And I’m an asshole
I don’t know why I’m like this
Cuz I’m bitter
And I’m a quitter
Happiness just makes me sick
I hate when you adore me
It makes me fuckin’ pissed
I miss when you used to hate me
I just love to feel like shit
Cuz I’m backwards
And I’m an asshole
I don’t know why I’m like this
Cuz I’m bitter
And I’m a quitter
Happiness just makes me sick
Swing and miss, again and again and again
Miss big, again and again and again
Ask for your opinion just to shoot you down
Self-loathing and annoying, I hate myself
But I’m the biggest narcissist that I know
Forget your name and all the pain
Put it on the shelf
I can’t leave well enough alone
Leave me alone
Cuz I’m backwards
And I’m an asshole
I don’t know why I’m like this
Cuz I’m bitter
And I’m a quitter
Happiness just makes me sick
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9. |
Eat Well
03:57
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Puking, choking, breathing, smoking
Can’t eat, too much, don’t want, fat gut
You’ll have, one half, you do, the math
Puking, choking, breathing, smoking
I hope you’re eating well
I hope your life is wonderful, bet your living the dream
I hope you’re eating well
You say your life is lovely, or so it seems
Puking, choking, breathing, smoking
Just one, more trip, after, I’ll quit
Inhale, your hopes, your dreams, your goals
Puking, choking, breathing, smoking
I hope you’re eating well
I hope your life is wonderful, bet your living the dream
I hope you’re eating well
You say your life is lovely, or so it seems
Now it’s time for you to get some rest
I’d consider you the best
Get some things off of your chest
I wish you were eating the best
Keep something down
I hope you’re eating well
Puking, choking, breathing, smoking
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10. |
Canary
03:04
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A black cat never got to cross my path
It was the last time she laid down for a nap
Big dumb dog, you have drooly jaws
And forever will your blue light burn on
Sing to me, canary in a coalmine
Through your breasts with your breath, whisper me my lines
Sing to me, pudgy budgie it’s your time
How long must we wait? Deliver me my fate
Equestrians beaten dead begin to stink
While a blind horse listens for a nod or a wink
Ducks in their rows, old dogs and new tricks
Backs full of monkeys and barrels of fish
Sing to me, canary in a coalmine
Through your breasts with your breath, whisper me my lines
Sing to me, pudgy budgie it’s your time
How long must we wait? Deliver me my fate
Go get the pigs up in their blankets
Watch out for wolves dressed up like sheep
So have your pick of the litter
And get busy with your beav’
A black cat never got to cross my path
It was the last time she laid down for a nap
Big dumb dog, you have drooly jaws
And forever will your blue light burn on
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11. |
The Lot
03:30
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Watchin’ all the years fly by
Watchin’ all the people change
Through it all my favorite place always stays the same
Come on, and meet me over
At the back of the lot
You can sell your weed and you won’t get caught
Call this place a second home
Cause I got nowhere to go
A whole lot of cowboy killer tongues
An awful lot of lucky strike lungs
Can’t see out my windows
Through the smoke and the fog
Now baby’s all confused, her first time hitting the bong
Get up head to vagina point
With the gochu-gangs
You can bet your ass everyone knows my name
Call this place a second home
Cause I got nowhere to go
A whole lot of cowboy killer tongues
An awful lot of lucky strike lungs
Come on, and meet me over
At the back of the lot
You can sell your weed and you won’t get caught
Call this place a second home
Cause I got nowhere to go
A whole lot of cowboy killer tongues
An awful lot of lucky strike lungs
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