1. |
Truffles (2020)
02:18
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You, you think yer such a bad ass
You think yer such a rough neck
But I saw you outside eating truffles with yer mom on the patio
I think it's really sad though
And tell yer girl ta quit buggin' me
'Cause I saw her outside suckin' dick
In the bathroom of the bus of the Iron Maiden cover band
When your pencil neck breaks, when your bird chest caves in
I'm gonna win
When your pencil neck breaks, when your bird chest caves in
I'm gonna win
Me, I'm just another gringo
A bitter jalapeño
But I gets more mantequilla in a week
Than your bitch ass gets in a lifetime
You're steppin' on a land mine
You’re gonna shoot yer eye out
I'm thinkin' what in the Sam Ham Hill
Is goin' on wit yer moms in the clogs and the skirt,
Wouldn't fuck 'er for my country with a flag on her face and a stolen dick
When your pencil neck breaks, when your bird chest caves in
I'm gonna win
When your pencil neck breaks, when your bird chest caves in
I'm gonna win
When your pencil neck breaks
When your bird chest caves in...
You, you think yer still a bad ass
You think yer still a rough neck
Well let's take this outside
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2. |
Sunshine (2020)
03:29
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When I look at your face, I see dirt
All the sunshine you blow up my ass starts to hurt
And I don’t really mind if I’m nothing in your eyes
It’s no surprise to me
There’s a rocket I built
It’s under my kilt
It’s coming to blow you away
I was a jerk
I did the work for somebody else’s dream
I took the chance
I lost my pants in somebody else’s dream tonight
Now you’re calling me up to get paid
And if you don’t get paid then you’ll never get laid
But I really don’t have any money
I say goodbye, and you’ll have to depend on your size
Cause the thing that I built
It’s ripping my kilt
It’s coming to blow you away
I was a jerk
I did the work for somebody else’s dream
I took the chance
I lost my pants in somebody else’s dream tonight
Now I think that I’m going to bed
As the image of you and your crap leaves my head
Cause at T-minus 20 tomorrow, rocket flies
And it doesn’t depend on the size
Cause the thing that I built
It’s ripping my kilt
It’s coming to blow you away
I was a jerk
I did the work for somebody else’s dream
I took the chance
I lost my pants in somebody else’s dream tonight
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3. |
Teenage Dirtbag (2020)
04:25
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Her name is Noelle
I have a dream about her
She rings my bell
I got gym class in half an hour
Oh how she rocks
In Keds and tube socks
But she doesn’t know who I am
And she doesn’t give a damn about me
‘Cause I’m just a teenage dirtbag, baby
Yeah, I’m just a teenage dirtbag, baby
Listen to Iron Maiden, baby, with me
Ooh
Her boyfriend’s a dick
He brings a gun to school
And he’d simply kick
My ass if he knew the truth
He lives on my block
And he drives an IROC
But he doesn’t know who I am
And he doesn’t give a damn about me
‘Cause I’m just a teenage dirtbag, baby
Yeah, I’m just a teenage dirtbag, baby
Listen to Iron Maiden, baby, with me
Ooh
Oh yeah, dirtbag
No, she doesn’t know what she’s missing
Oh yeah, dirtbag
No, she doesn’t know what she’s missing
Man, I feel like mold
It’s prom night and I am lonely
Lo and behold
She’s walking over to me
This must be fake
My lip starts to shake
How does she know who I am?
And why does she give a damn about me?
I’ve got two tickets to Iron Maiden, baby
Come with me Friday, don’t say maybe
I’m just a teenage dirtbag, baby, like you
Ooh
Oh yeah, dirtbag
No, she doesn’t know what she’s missing
Oh yeah, dirtbag
No, she doesn’t know what she’s missing
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4. |
Pretty Girl (2020)
04:37
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She’s a pretty girl
She doesn’t know it’s over
She doesn’t know that my plane leaves tomorrow
She’s ringing in my ear
She redefines the night call
Hang up the phone again, turn off the ringer
Heaven only knows what she wants from me
But I won’t wait around enough to see
‘Cuz I’m running away from your arms tonight
And you won’t let me go without a fight
And I can honestly say right now
You don’t understand me
You don’t understand me
Oh no, no no no
So we fight again
And the night turns into sunrise
I know getting up for work will be a hell hole
She’s like the mission man
She’s screaming about Jesus
And maybe when I’m deaf, then she can save me
Heaven only knows what she wants from me
But I won’t wait around enough to see
‘Cuz I’m running away from your arms tonight
And you won’t let me go without a fight
And I can honestly say right now
You don’t understand me
And don’t call me Stanley
Oh no, no no no
Now she wants to know
If I ever really loved her
If I ever meant that shit about a wedding
I said that months ago
I can’t believe that she remembers
And now the secret’s out that I’m an asshole
And now the secret’s out
And now the secret’s out
And now the secret’s out
And now the secret’s out
And now the secret’s out
And now the secret’s out
And now the secret’s out
And now the secret’s out
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Cough up the rent Mr. Kent
And don’t try to blame it on the government
Your wife is a clown, she’s in town
She gets with some other guy
Are you gonna finish your fat?
Cause I’d like to give it to my kitty cat
That big fat look is coming back
You skinny people are screwed
And I know you’re right
Yeah I know it’s time
Here we go again
Another hump ‘em dump ‘em situation
Here we go again
Another hump ‘em dump ‘em situation
Here we go again
Here we go again
Now I know what you’re like
And I don’t think I like it
The newspaper says to get bent
Man I’d like to say that to the President
He got what the hell in the house
I guess he already did
He looks like he finished his fat
He then turned around and ate my kitty cat
He coughed up a hairball or two
And laughed his way to the bank
And I know he’s right
Yeah I know it’s time
Here we go again
Another hump ‘em dump ‘em situation
Here we go again
Another hump ‘em dump ‘em situation
Here we go again
Here we go again
Now I know what you’re like
And I don’t think I like it
Here we go again
Another hump ‘em dump ‘em situation
Here we go again
Another hump ‘em dump ‘em situation
Here we go again
Here we go again
Here we go again
Another hump ‘em dump ‘em situation
Here we go again
Another, another, another
Here we go again
Here we go again
Here we go again
Another hump ‘em dump ‘em situation
Here we go again
Another, another, another
Here we go again
Here we go again
Here we go again
Another hump ‘em dump ‘em situation
Here we go again
Another, another, another
Here we go again
Here we go again
Now I know what you’re like
And I don’t think I like it
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6. |
Leroy (2020)
03:21
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He's got the dirtiest shoes that I ever seen
Chew on a blunt, wipe his butt with a magazine
Smokin' his crack, wash it down with some gasoline
Still he push the button, E.F. Hutton when he speaks to me
Oh you know he told me,
"Shake it, don't break it. It took too damn long to make it."
Leroy is my mojo man
Leroy is my mojo man
He come, he take me by the hand
'Cause Leroy is my mojo man tonight, alright!
He's just a pimp with a limp and some Vaseline
He told me to "Look, over there!", stole my nectarine
Said, "Don't turn your back on me black, I'm a sex machine"
Still he push the button, E.F. Hutton when he speaks to me
Oh you know he told me,
"Shake it, don't break it. It took too damn long to make it."
Leroy is my mojo man
Leroy is my mojo man
He come, he take me by the hand
'Cause Leroy is my mojo man tonight, alright!
Shake it, don't break it, it took too damn long to make it
Shake it, don't break it, it took too damn long to make it
Shake it, don't break it, it took too damn long to make it
Shake it, don't break it, it took too damn long to make it
Leroy is my mojo man
Leroy is my mojo man
He come, he take me by the hand
‘Cause Leroy is my mojo man
Leroy is my mojo man
Leroy is my mojo man
He come, he take me by the hand
‘Cause Leroy is my mojo man tonight, alright!
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7. |
Hey Mr. Brown (2020)
02:09
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Man I think it’s just a little sleazy
Said you was like butter but you’re cheesy
Treat me like I’m spinner bait
You can’t wait
Go fish off some other dock
Hey Mr. Brown, don’t have a cow
Just compensate me
Hey Mr. Brown, don’t have a cow
Just compensate me
Hey Mr. Brown, don’t have a cow
Just compensate me
Gonna have to prove it to me
If I don’t call you back, well then your head spins
If I told you what I think, you’d shit your linens
It’s just another interview, nothing new
They don’t even know my name
Hey Mr. Brown, don’t have a cow
Just compensate me
Hey Mr. Brown, don’t have a cow
Just compensate me
Hey Mr. Brown, don’t have a cow
Just compensate me
Gonna have to prove it to me
Hey Mr. Brown, don’t have a cow
Just compensate me
Hey Mr. Brown, don’t have a cow
Just compensate me
Hey Mr. Brown, don’t have a cow
Just compensate me
Hey Mr. Brown, don’t have a cow
Just compensate me
Hey Mr. Brown, don’t have a cow
Just compensate me
Hey Mr. Brown, don’t have a cow
Just compensate me
Hey Mr. Brown, don’t have a cow
Just compensate me
You’re gonna have to prove it to me
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This is a story 'bout a friend of mine
He is abnormally intelligent
He could bust a fatty rhyme
Even when he got up in the blunt
But that all changed when the girl who he lives with came to town
He let her take him away from me and so I had to ask him how
That's when he said,
“She takes advantage of me!
She takes advantage of me!
She takes advantage of me!
She takes advantage of me!
She takes advantage of me!
She even knows when I pee”!
I think eventually she'll make a meal out of me
Because her love is a mutt from hell that I can't live without
Her love is a mutt from hell that I can't live without
One of these days, I swear I'm gonna get out
‘Til then your love is a mutt from hell that a can't live without, oh
That’s why I’m talking to you now
Sarah lives with Bradley now
I guess that is how she wants her shit
He needed a place to stay, so it's of mutual benefit
And I stopped by on my way to Pomona yesterday
She sat down and spilled her guts to me
That's when I thought she would tell me she's gay
Instead she said,
“He takes advantage of me!
He takes advantage of me!
He takes advantage of me!
He takes advantage of me!
He takes advantage of me!
He even knows when I pee!”
I think eventually he'll make a meal outta me
Because his love is a mutt from hell that I can't live without
His love is a mutt from hell that I can't live without
One of these days, I swear I'm gonna get out
‘Til then your love is a mutt from hell that a can't live without, oh
Talkin' to
That's why I'm talkin' to
That's why I'm talkin' to
That's why I'm talkin' to
Talkin' to
That's why I'm talkin' to
That's why I'm talkin' to
That's why I'm talkin' talkin’ talkin’ to you now
Because your love is a mutt from hell that I can't live without
Your love is a mutt from hell that I can't live without
One of these days, I swear I'm gonna get out
‘Til then your love is a mutt from hell that I can't live without, oh
That's why I'm talkin' to you now
That's why I'm talkin' to you now
That's why I'm talkin' to you now
That's why I'm talkin' to you now
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I don’t get to see you that often
But here we are again and it’s Christmas time
When you flirt you are relentless
How I love to be defenseless
Yeah once again you corner me
And once again I do believe
That I’d never write a song about you
All the same, you play your game ‘til your boyfriend looks over
No I’d never write a song about you
Because it shows, I think he knows that you’ve taken me over again
Roll it back again to the beginning
You’re all up in my grill and it’s Halloween
You think you’re cute without your costume
And you caught me in the front room
You say you don’t like my attitude
Weill I bet your boyfriend thinks it’s rude
And I’d never write a song about you
All the same, you play your game ‘til your boyfriend looks over
No I’d never write a song about you
Because it shows, I think he knows that you’ve taken me over again
You don’t seem to like my new girlfriend
And now it’s not the same, ‘cause I won’t play your game
Yeah you’ll say it doesn’t matter, but your hold on me is shattered
So once again you corner me, and once again I do believe
That I’d never write a song about you
Never write a song about you
Never write a song about you
Never write a song about you
‘Cause I’d never write a song about you
All the same, you play your game ‘til your boyfriend looks over
No I’d never write a song about you
Because it shows, I think he knows that you’ve taken me over again
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10. |
Wannabe Gangstar (2020)
03:55
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I am a wannabe, you'd better be careful around me
I come from far away where Mustang dreams are made
And we are fashioned in the image of The Dons who have come before us
We all kiss the rings of sand like our fathers told us
'Cause I'm a wannabe gangstar, better go back to Commack
I'm a wannabe gangstar, you better go back to Commack
I'm a wannabe gangstar, you better go back to Commack
Better go back to far away
Like a lemon pie a-la-mode, my nine is easy to load
All hail Jericho, Turnpike Tech, that's where I go
To learn the things about the universe I'll need so I can build a stampede
Because I'm all up in your face again, I'm all up in your face
'Cause I'm a wannabe gangstar, better go back to Commack
I'm a wannabe gangstar, you better go back to Commack
I'm a wannabe gangstar, you better go back to Commack
Better go back to far away
A wannabe gangstar, a victim of the chromosome prankster
I thanks ya, I sit back in my chair to contemplate my hair
(oh damn, I reek of cologne)
Yeah but yo, I'm looking snappy, I'm nappy, I'm crappy
Got jimmy hats from Pappy, so now I'm trigger-happy
(Girl, did he just rhyme "nappy" with "crappy"?)
Yeah, so?
You girlies wanna get with this nit-wit, got Cheez Whiz or not?
Then Imma have to blow up your mailbox, biatch
Or toilet-paper your front yard
Show the cops my suburbs card
They got to let me go, 'cause they know that I'm hard
It's the deal, it's for real
You better listen what I'm tellin' ya
'Cause I'm a wannabe gangster
I'm a wannabe gangstar, better go back to Commack
I'm a wannabe gangstar, you better go back to Commack
I'm a wannabe gangstar, you better go back to Commack
Better go back to far
Better go back to far away
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11. |
Mope
03:38
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I feel I've wrapped a web around myself
I feel like only hope is on the shelf
This existential vacuum is my bedroom
Like that is where I'll sit and watch the clouds loom
No I can't remember when
Everything was fine with friends
If I knew that you would stick here with me
I would let you in
But I won't
I'll sit around the house and I'll mope
Pick up the phone and order some food
And then sit back and eat my feelings
Like a dope
I copy every line that they wrote
The tie around my neck is a rope
And I won't ever know the meaning
Promise that it's gonna be ok
And I should just get up and find a way
But you have never done something like this before
So how the fuck would you know what it's good for?
No you can't remember when
I was ever fine with friends
If I knew that you could stick here with me
I would let you in
But you won't
You'll sit around the house and you'll mope
Pick up the phone and order some food
And then sit back and eat your feelings
Fuckin' choke
I'll tear up every rule that you wrote
And throw ‘em all down into your moat
Put on my sweats and play some guitar
No!
No I won't
I'll sit around the house
No I won't
I'll sit around the house
No I won't
I'll sit around the house
No I won't
I'll sit around the house
And I'll mope
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12. |
Semolina
03:50
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Semolina lost her shoes
She caught a beat down, she had a hell of a morning
Semolina works at two, when she gets there, she'll feel alright
Semolina lost her purse, she caught the bus to work
Where she's a hell of a foreman
Lays it down on the factory floor
'Til the time clock punches, she'll be fine
If you forget about it
If you're starting to doubt it
You could forget about it
'Cause you're starting to doubt it
You should forget about it
'Cause you're starting to doubt it
Semolina shouts around in the drywall of The Oil Works Building
All the neighbors know she's home and she's not alone
She'll be up all night
Cleaning up the dust of the fallout
Back up and pack up and haul out
You should forget about it
If you're starting to doubt it
You could forget about it
When you're starting to doubt it
If you forget about it
'Cause you're starting to doubt it
You should forget about it
If you're starting to doubt it
One woman industrial revolution
One woman industrial revolution
One woman industrial revolution
One woman industrial revolution
Semolina lost her shoes
She caught a beat down, she had a hell of a morning
Semolina shouts abound, "This is home now, not The Oil Works Building"
Semolina pushed it through
She caught a beat down, she had a hell of a morning
Semolina shouts abound
"This is home now, not The Oil Works Building"
(And you forget all about it) you forget all about it
(If you're starting to doubt it) if she’s starting to doubt it
She should forget about it
(You can live without it) if she’s starting to doubt it
She could forget about it
(If you're starting to doubt it) if she’s starting to doubt it
Would you forget about it?
(And you forget about it) if you started to doubt it
Could you forget about it?
(If you're starting to doubt it) if you're starting to doubt it
You should forget about it
(You can live without it) if you started to doubt it
We could forget about it
(You can turn it around) if you're starting to doubt it
Semolina, Semolina
Semolina, Semolina
Semolina, Semolina
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13. |
Temporary Song
04:05
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Spend another weekend in disaster
I don’t mind being there but driving home, it makes me sad
All of our plans they fell apart again
Just like the time before, the time before, the time before the last
Spend another weekend at my mom’s house
I don’t mind driving home, but being there it makes me sad
Dear Lizzy, tell me how it feels again
‘Cause I am immune to it and I forget remembering at all
It’s just a temporary feeling
This a temporary song
Yeah
Just like the time before, the time before, the time before
Just like before the time, before the time, before the time before
I knew the man
Who hid in a tower
Way too high in the sky
And he fed the birds
And he worried for hours
Begging them never to fly
In spinning gold
Or blossoming flowers
A promise is always a lie
Once they were gone
He raged at the power
To which all the wingless are tied
He had a temporary feeling
They sang a temporary song
Yeah
This could have been our best of days
This could have been our party time
This could have been our best of days
This could have been our party time
This could have been our best days
This could have been our party time
This could have been our best of days
This could be our party time
This could have been our best of days, love
This could be our party time
This could have been our best of days
This could be our party time
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14. |
People
02:57
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Well sex machines and nectarines, we all must live together
Hey tattoo high school principal, the weekend is for leather
Binary wearing bifocals, bicycle for a 3b
We didn't get to meet before, you didn't wanna know
We were down, just like all type people
I'll be 'round, if there's all type people
I need all type people before I go insane
Well no one likes a jerk, at work they're hiring another
Inappropriate at happy hour, creepy bosses brother
So stick around for benefits or disappoint your mother
Then book another staycation and never ever leave
When I'm down, I need all type people
I'll be 'round, if there's all type people
If I'm down I need all type people
I'll be 'round, if there's all type people
I need all type people before I go insane
Are we all?
Are we type?
Are we any kind of people?
We're all wrong
Not alright
Whatsoever type of people
Are we all?
Are we type?
Are we any kind of people?
We're all wrong
Not alright
Whatsoever type of people
Learn it right
Play it tight
Be a better band of people
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15. |
Through
03:33
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It’s been too long since you left your dark mark on my skin
It still burns
I kick myself every day for letting you in
I never learn
You’re such a creep, you’re such a bore
I’m in too deep, can’t keep the score
I lost this game so long ago
But it’s true
I’m through
With you
I’m on to you, I see through
You misconstrue me
Thinking that I’d never see your hulking false facade
It won’t work on me because you see just what you want
But now I’m done
This trenchant theatre’s just too hard
You’re still a creep, you’re still a bore
I’m in too deep, can’t keep the score
I lost this game so long ago
But I’m through
With you
It’s true
Time to move on
Time to ship out
Now I know what you’re about
You’re such a creep, you’re such a bore
I’m in too deep
I see through you
And it’s true
I’m through
It’s true
I’m through
It’s true
I’m through
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16. |
Satan's Orders
02:23
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I'm awaiting Satan's orders
And he's dragged me through the mud tonight
If I thought about it sooner
I'd complain as much as he does
But I wait instead
Little you in my head
Like the fireflies
Refused to light the way
We're awaiting Satan's orders
Yeah I think we're headed out tonight
For some Harry karaoke
With some suicidal singers
Wait instead
Little you in my head
Like the firefly
Refused to light the way
Like the time I caught that turtle
Didn't know he was a dinosaur
Had I thought about it sooner
I would still have all my fingers
We should wait instead
Little you in your head
Like the firefly
Refused to light the way
I refuse to light the way
I refuse to light the way
I refuse to light the way
I refuse to light the way
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Straight from the barbershop
To the emergency room
I had to take the bus with Gus
All the way through
Dr. Spock, he said he's seen this before
But not since Ratt came to town
Go ‘round and ‘round
He said, “There's nothin' I can do for you, boy.
It's too late, too late.
But my brother's an attorney if you're gonna press charges.”
Hockey hair, soccer rocker, sphinx sphinx
Bridge and tunnel, bridge and tunnel
Hockey hair, soccer rocker, sphinx sphinx
Bridge and tunnel, bridge and tunnel
Hockey hair, soccer rocker, sphinx sphinx
Bridge and tunnel, bridge and tunnel
I knew that I had to cut it
Just buzz it off and say fuck it
Party out back, vokuhila
Get me the fuck out of here
Hockey hair, soccer rocker, sphinx sphinx
Bridge and tunnel, bridge and tunnel
Hockey hair, soccer rocker, sphinx sphinx
Bridge and tunnel, bridge and tunnel
Hockey hair, soccer rocker, sphinx sphinx
Bridge and tunnel, bridge and tunnel
Hockey hair, soccer rocker, sphinx sphinx
Bridge and tunnel, bridge and tunnel
In the sixth century A.D., Byzantine scholar Procopius wrote that some factions of young males wore their hair long at the back and cut it short over the forehead. This non-Roman style was termed the 'hunnic', or in our modern tongue, ‘hockey hair.’
By fiscal year 1987, 93 percent of young males grew their hair long only in the back and 97 percent listed the mullet as their hairstyle of choice. In calendar years 1988, 1989, 1990 and 91, more humans wore mullets than any other hairstyle, making the mullet the most proliferated aesthetic abomination of the last 1400 years.
M-U-L-L-E-T
Help me!
Oh God!
Hockey hair, soccer rocker, sphinx sphinx
Bridge and tunnel, bridge and tunnel
Hockey hair, soccer rocker, sphinx sphinx
Bridge and tunnel, bridge and tunnel
Hockey hair, soccer rocker, sphinx sphinx
Bridge and tunnel, bridge and tunnel
Hockey hair, soccer rocker, sphinx sphinx
Bridge and tunnel, bridge and tunnel
I knew that I had to cut it
Just buzz it off and say fuck it
Party out back, vokuhila
Get me the fuck out of here
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18. |
F.B.S.M.
03:44
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I saw Wicked thirty times and I’m not ashamed of that
In fact, I’ll go again as soon as I can
But I’m too busy breakfast slammin’
Some strawberries with smoked salmon
Pizza coffee by the gallon
Black beans shootin’ out the can
You know it’s true
In these wrestling shoes
You know it’s true
I’ll be BCCing you
You know it’s true
Also, can I please use your nice shampoo?
Like ten times more than anyone needs to?
I drive a freeballin’ stress machine
Through the cracks of your in-between
I don’t care if you laugh at me
‘Cause it’s all that I’ve got in the end
I love sleeping in my van
Much better than a nice hotel
I’ll drive a thousand miles by myself
No, I don’t want any help
Drive all day ‘cross Indiana
Look! The Mighty Susquehanna
Nah, nah nah nah
You know it’s true
Drink my vitamin D
You know it’s true
Just BBB being me
You know it’s true
And it’s easy
It’s a 1 2 3 4 1 2
Then you gotta play it like a cupcake falling from a window
I drive a freeballin’ stress machine
Through the cracks of your in-between
Gotta love if you laugh at me
‘Cause it’s all that I’ve got in the end
Head lamp
Ham hog
Tone bowl
Bullfrog
Rain melt
Dances
S.W.A.T. vest
Mantis
Cube head
Stonehenge
Zicam
Back-bends
So much more that I’m forgetting
Good thing I’m not in charge of weddings
Stop.
I am texting my whole band for a list of shit I do
And yeah, they’re even making fun of me for this
But guys, can we please get to work here?
This is serious business. The trailer’s not gonna load itself.
You know it’s true
Have you seen my keepsake box?
You know it’s true
Tuck these pants into these socks
You know it’s true
I can spot a pregnant stick bug from a mile away
Bet you can’t.
Can.
Yeah I’m a freeballin’ stress machine
In the cracks of your in-between
And I love when you laugh at me
‘Cause we’re all that we’ve got in the end
How you like me now? Tell me can you feel me?
We’re all that we’ve got in the end
How you like me now? Tell me can you feel me?
We’re all that we’ve got in the end
How you like me now? Tell me can you feel me?
We’re all that we’ve got in the end
How you like me now? Tell me can you feel me?
Uh. Ok guys, take lunch.
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19. |
Dead Again
02:55
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I don't even know what she did
She probably bought it from Sid
She stumbles around on the ground
Looking for earrings she found and lost again
I can't be your friend
I'm wondering when I get to begin again?
Cuz I think she's probably dead again
Yeah I think she must be dead again
Yeah I think she's probably dead again
Yeah I think she must be
I must be out of my mind
Why am I being so kind?
Now we're face down in the sand
Wishing I played in a band
Like take me away, like bright sunny days
Like met her in May
Like may I forget her name
Cuz I think she's probably dead again
Yeah I think she's must be again
Yeah I think she's probably dead again
Yeah I think she must be
Yeah I think she must be dead again
Yeah I think she must be dead again
Yeah I think she's probably dead again
Yeah I think she must be
Yeah I think she's probably dead again
Yeah I think she must be dead again
Yeah I think she's probably dead again
Yeah I think we must be
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20. |
Dark Day
05:05
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Here we are
Shot by stars
And we both know it's my fault
Where were you?
Kidnapped too?
Well I won't tell if you don't
I hope it's not today I will remember
I hope it's not today that you become my darkest day
Here we three
The ball roams free
You always hurt the goalie
The sun is warm
I broke my arm
Walk it off you baby
I hope it's not today they will remember
I hope it's not today that you become the darkest day
The puppet on your patio
You fell for it again, you know
It works every time, he never sees the line
The puppet on your patio
Maybe it's a day he will remember
Maybe it's the day that will become his darkest day
Stole from you a radio
I came up here to tell you so
It was 1983 and I wasn't really me
I took it from your car you see
I hope it's not a day you can remember
I hope it's not a day that you could not forgive me for
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