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Boot Wrangle
01:13
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If we took this plunge naked together
Could you still tell us apart
You knew my Germanic stare was out to get her
You still ate it and tore us apart
Babbling in the corner
Clinging to sweet maybes
Shattered and stood up
Another Monday night at Meiji
Thought I was so clever like no shit
It's whatever to you boring dudes and chicks
Ugh
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S.G.T.I.
03:35
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Could you see them
To be nice and misleading?
On the concrete bleeding
But I've Still Got That Inkling
Tell me when you see it
Then you watch me eat it
Say it's just like Jesus
When the seas receded
(*chorus*)
Say we can get down?
Then honey don't let me down
Getting it right to the Beepster sound
It's gonna keep getting better anyway
So don't fucking tell me how to do my thing
Places that I'm born
Filled with hate and scorn
Stuck between an ocean
And the Queen where bees will swarm
You say that you're busy
You're just watching porn
Stuck between your teeth
Like a piece of corn
(chorus)
Don't fucking tell me how to do my thing
(Verse 1/2 in unison)
(chorus)
Don't fucking tell me how to do my thing
Don't fucking tell me how to do my thing
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Wake up in a crash pad
Try and get your shit back
Don't care for my demands
'Cause I'm not spic-and-span
Go 'head and call it immaturity
When I don't find security
In these words of yers
That's on you
Tell me what's so great about the city
When all your friends are shitty?
Goods looks getting it all for free
Like nailing jello to a tree
Sorry, Mr./Mrs. Poly
I just don't find solace
In these words of yers
That's on you
(Verse 1)
Feeling tepid but I can't make a fuss
When you're all breaking down
There's gotta be someone Under The Bus
(skroinks, zoinks, ruffs, scuffs, bletc.)
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4. |
Stinky Demons
02:45
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You light the candle to my heart
I think it's better this way
Could say I don't know where to start
You thought I knew what to say
(*chorus*)
Your complications are
Tearing me apart
You think I don't know the strain?
I feel it's getting hard
To find where to start
You thought I could ascertain
These rules have long since been broken
The glass is still on the floor
Always one to be soft-spoken,
You walked right out the door
(chorus)
(Verse 1) ...shit
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5. |
Your Kinda Guy
03:46
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I've been smoking all week
Let's do something new
Don't put my name up on the lease
Just put me to good use
I paid the pittance right into your hand
Dig what you're saying but I don't understand
(*chorus*)
A bad temper and a heartache
We've spent more than we'll ever make
Scintillator and I'll see you later
Little white lies like my Kinda Guy
I could care less
About your good time
It doesn't matter
'Cause it's not mine
Don't care for girls and I hate all the boys
They don't deal with this kinda shit in Illinois
(chorus)
Been so hung up, I'm turning into smoke
Been so hung up, I'm turning into god
(repeat ad nausea..)
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6. |
Ostracize
03:08
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To sweep away the sway of control
How then would I begin to un-
Dertstand what I might be of
That creature who both completes and confounds my world
Who is so
Much like me and yet is
Not what I want to be of
Frankly one of my eh...
Is simply to try to use
Women to fulfill my own
Needs without struggling
Is simply to try to with heavy responsibility
Of keeping in mind that they are
Human beings with their own
Sacred souls, I'd like to say
I am completely separate humanity
From the women in space
Knowing full-well that I am most open to being used myself.
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7. |
Shed Adventure
02:39
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When I wake it's already past morning
I saw you were asking what the hell I was doing
I reply saying something like next-to-nothing
'Cept
Pay the bills, catch a bus, snatch a pass, and I'll be fine
I chalk it up to being too mute in the loud-ass places that we dine
(*chorus*)
She so loiny
Making me hungry, my bride
It's so annoying
Like a Las Vegas of the mind
Say what's with all the vitriol being directed at me?
With how much you took I assumed you'd be happy
We're not that good at measuring these kinda things, are we?
And what a cinematic man you've gone home with for awhile
So assured of his pack of smokes and his cavalier style
(chorus)
But I like it here,
It just takes some getting used to sometimes
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8. |
DEHYDRATED
04:08
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I'll be keeping in touch
(Touching me now)
When I'm checking out
Who really cares and how much?
(Much don't mean much)
When it's not working out
(*chorus*)
It's on my mind
It's on my face
It's in the tub
It's crawling out the lavatory
Keep it together, man
You can hardly speak
Keep it together
You just need another drink
It's on my mind
(Mind)
It's on my face
It's in the tub
(Tub)
It's crawling...
(chorus)
Keep it together man
You can barely speak,
I'll be keeping in touch
When I'm checking out and done
All this talk but you don't say much
(Much don't mean much)
It's so hot, I fuss
It's so cool, I cuss
(chorus)
Keep it together man
You can hardly speak
"I NEED WATER" you say?
Just have another drink
(chorus)
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9. |
Broke Down In Donnybrook
11:03
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It's a strange kind of blues
When you can't find your shoes
In a hotel, in a hardback mystery
I've calmed down a lot
Since she called out the lies
Within my so-called reasoning
I'll bet she a hex
Adept at changing her sex
In a spread in the weekly
It's just not right to believe
That you weren't meant for me
I just could not get down with your beliefs
I went to the store
Dropped all of my drawers
In the hopes that you would see me
Why do you treat her that way
When you heard what she said
I think you're better off being dead
Cheated Death
By another day
Can't catch a break from sweet victory
And then you said it
It was deafening
And not what I knew to be true
Cut to credits
I'm taking all of my fives
And watching them all fuck up
Ha you're so clever
And I'm so whatever
It would help if I could actually see
I'm here on the couch
And the DJ's house
But no one here is listening
Forgive me, good lord
For speaking so god damn slow
The point I'll makes gone AWOL from me
Baby talk down to me
I need some money
For the lack of what it gets
Left like a bum
In this podunk Oregon town
Check the phonebook for any distant family
Hopped up on dope
Here in Antelope
With a holdover Rajneeshi
Don't lick when you touch
Cause he don't use no crutch
Says that they're for the weak-willed creeps
It's just not right to believe
That you weren't meant for me
I just could not get down with your beliefs
Ha ha, you're so clever
And I'm so whatever
It would help if I could actually see
Cheated death
By another day
Can't catch a break from sweet victory
Forgive me, good lord
For speaking so slow
The point I'll makes gone AWOL from me
Yeah
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