1. |
You Do You
03:42
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You
Don't cry
You're a man
You
Don't try
To understand
I
Want you
To do you
This
Is tried
And true
All
Of your dreams
Will die
That
Girl you like
Won't reply
I
Want you
To do you
This
Is tried
And true
Why did you ask me
If you wanna go
If you really didn't want
To go to the show
It puzzles me
Oh it puzzles me
I
Want you
To do you
This
Is tried
And true
If you don't like me
Why are we still together
Are you playing a game
That makes you feel clever
It troubles me
Oh it troubles me
I
Want you
To do you
This
Is tried
And true
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2. |
The Boys
03:22
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Boy
You thought you were doing good
You knew you were doing bad
Oh boy
Why me?
Boy
More than just misunderstood
You don't know the things you had
Oh boy
Why me?
Watch out
The boys are coming
Watch out
Heads are rolling
Watch out
They're coming after you
Watch out
The kids are running
Watch out
For people dying
They're coming after you
Boy
Took a bullet to the face
Shot scared and promised help
Oh boy
Why you?
Boy
Sees blood all over the place
Paralyzed your minds in hell
Oh boy
Why you?
Watch out
The boys are coming
Watch out
Heads are rolling
Watch out
They're coming after you
Watch out
The kids are running
Watch out
For people dying
They're coming after you
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3. |
Sex Online
01:22
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If you're alone
and feelin horny
Just grab your phone
Get your money
Cause you can buy buy Sex online
For the low low low Price
Of control of your life
Trust me it feels fine
With every click
You'll lose a little
Gettin sick
So here's a riddle
If you can buy buy sex online
When do you ou lose the right
To a stable love life
Without a fixed price
You waste away
Gettin poorer
Just sittin play
Don't get the door
Just fuckin buy buy sex online
It's not wasting your life
If you're doin what you like
As long as you feel nice
It's alright
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4. |
Urine & Vinegar
01:22
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Urine and Vinegar:
Stains on my life
Stains on the past
Stains I will never part with
Stains on the knife
Stains on the grass
Can't escape that which is no longer a myth
Stinks like urine and vinegar
Running, hiding, death colliding
Urine and vinegar
I didn't want to kill her
Urine and vinegar
Why is it a crime to murder
Murder isn't something that I want to commit
I had to do it
I had to watch the head split
And with this burden that I bear
They're almost upon me
They're almost here
Urine and vinegar
I didn't want to kill her
Urine and vinegar
Why is it a crime to murder
I accept my fate
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5. |
Walking DUIs
01:25
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When you grow up with functioning alcoholics for parents, you get used to driving with walking DUIs. And at times you might even hope they slip up. Because that red convertible would give you no shelter from a collision with a telephone pole or a rival driver. Sometimes you just sit in the back with the wind blowing endlessly through hair and wait for impact. And when your father takes his hands off the wheel to sing along with the deafening pop music emitting from the specialty subwoofers he had installed purely to "wake up the neighbors". You can't help but flinch. Maybe out of fear or more likely out of anticipation. One things for certain though, you intentionally didn't wear a seatbelt.
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6. |
God's Least Favorite
03:31
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Getting into a knife fight with god
He guts you up the front, you were flawed
What does he do with your body
Made in his image but a little shoddy
Looking at himself on the floor
Looks like the back of a convenience store
Something that you knew existed
You're just not quite familiar with it
He hides you in plain sight
Only able to come out at night
Below the crust of the earth
Is where you created your own hearth
A place for you to live and prosper
Except you're not alive now are you sir
Your skin has pigmented itself
To match the color of your cell
No longer white and etherial
A dark Crimson with a black soul
One thing you kept from heaven
Was a hate for man
He was always gods favorite
And you didn't like that one bit
The difference between spite and cruelty
Is that spite may make it hard to breath
But at least in the end you'll be alright
You just want to finish this fight
With cruelty however it's not so
You only want to reap and never sew
That's where you clipped your wings off
Something new, you couldn't be stopped
Now your hell burns brighter everyday
But you're neutral evil you don't sway
A tortuous man if you can be called such
To be called man is implying too much
Now imagine this wasn't you
And you still have life to do
You're not trapped anywhere
You're on earth without a care
But it's me down here
And I've got some beer
So if you wanna join me
Just avoid this plea
If there's one thing I say you listen to
Please choose this it's important to you
Soamething that a father should never say
"Son I've given up now get out of my way"
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7. |
Custom Blue
02:13
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Sitting in a holding cell
Holding on my only cell
I had one call and I called you
There's a drunk guy next to me
And one is trying to pee
I'm sitting here breathing heavily
The guy with the tattoos
Is talking about fucking you
I'm just avoiding eye contact
He pulls out a shiv
I've got a sec to live
But a guard comes in and beats him
Funny how that works
He's framed as a jerk
He's probably just had a long day
The man with the stick
Asks if I wanna lick
Because apparently I looked funny
I said no officer
He said officer sir
And that's when I decided to be quiet
He went in real close
Told me take off your clothes
And put the baton to my face
I got terrified
But tattoos was still alive
He jumped on the guards back to save me
The shiv punctured his lung
Guard winked and it was done
Tattoos and him were lifeless
Another guy came in
Gave his head a spin
He evaluated and decided I did this
He pulled out his gun
It was labeled number one
But two bullets entered my skull
You arrived a little late
Too bad we missed our date
If only I had put on a seatbelt
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8. |
Betty White
01:29
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(Verse)
Older than sliced bread
Older than sliced bread
Older than sliced bread
Older than sliced bread
Older than sliced bread
Older than sliced bread
Older than sliced bread
It's the best thing since Betty White!
(Chorus)
(Verse)
Whiter than sliced bread
Whiter than sliced bread
Whiter than sliced bread
Whiter than sliced bread
Whiter than sliced bread
Whiter than sliced bread
Whiter than sliced bread
It's the best things since Betty White!
(Chorus)
(Bridge)
Don't die on me Betty
You game show lady
Though you're probably quite shady
It doesn't matter because you're Betty White!
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9. |
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I am the last man on earth (and you still won't sleep with me)
Pretty little thing thing
I wanna buy you a ring ring
Get inside your head head
Get inside your bed bed
But you are so mean mean
So callous and lean lean
You just hate my guts guts
A kick to the nuts nuts
But If there was a bomb bomb bomb bomb bomb,
How could I go wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong,
Everyone would get along long long long long,
Everyone would be gone gone gone gone gone,
But you still wouldn't sleep with me
You still wouldn't sleep
Just you and me me
But you can't see see
That were alone lone
You've got no home home
Just get in my car car
Let me see how far far
I'll go all the way way
Cause all I have to say say
If there was a bomb bomb bomb bomb bomb,
How could I go wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong,
Everyone would get along long long long long,
Everyone would be gone gone gone gone gone,
But you still wouldn't sleep with me
You still wouldn't sleep
I heard you like it rough rough
Nasty nasty stuff stuff
I wish I wasn't nice nice
Cause you're my only vice vice
Too bad there is no bomb bomb
We'll never get along long
And you still wouldn't sleep with me
You still wouldn't sleep
With me
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10. |
The Old Abandoned Reaper
03:31
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Come now see the old
abandoned reaper,
He had a love but I guess
he couldn't keep her,
Now he travels round the town
with a sickle on his back,
His eyes are iv'ry white
And his face been tinted black,
You'll know that you're too close
When you spot his W,
This carving on his forehead
Stands for "warning" to you,
What happens when
the good griims gone to roost,
Will he resort to mortal drugs
to give him a boost,
No he's far too good for that
He'll just go to bed,
Let his golden halo rest with
the horns on his head
Come now see the old
abandoned reaper,
I think that he can smile
But I'm not sure,
It's difficult to tell
With that smoke on his breath,
If anyone liked cigarettes
Of course it would be death,
Funny how sometimes
His cloak it feels like lead,
Who Would ever think
That death wants to be dead,
What happens when
the good griims gone to roost,
Will he resort to mortal drugs
to give him a boost,
No he's far too good for that
He'll just go to bed,
Let his golden halo rest with
the horns on his head
Come now see the old
abandoned reaper,
One thing most don't know bout death
Is that he's hurt,
He's not the ruthless beast
You were taught he was,
He's just being told what to do
We all have shitty jobs,
So next time your friend dies
Don't tell fuck death too loud,
He's going through some
stuff right now.
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11. |
Ciggies
01:55
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