1. |
Swamp Kisses
03:13
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Whatcha doing after work?
Thought you might be free
You say you want to hang?
Why don't you hang with me, alright
We can hit the town
Let's put a plan in motion
We can go to a show
And look out at the ocean
Cause I know, I'm all that you see
So hey, let's get to know we
I Like when those eyes
Come creeping towards me
Back behind glass
Can you see clearly?
'Cause I'm here, I'll be all that you see
So hey, let's get to know we
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2. |
Don't Stand Next To Me
02:19
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How come you never listen to me
You never hear my words when I speak
I could keep running my mouth all day
But I know none of it will stick anyway
So I'll never ever ask you for something I need
Just to see you roll your eyes on your latest feed
And every-every time that I might call
I know I'll be talking to a solid brick wall
I don't want you here hanging at my house
I hate that I hear these words comin' from your mouth
I want you to feel the very same as I do
Then you'll possibly see what you put me through
Is there a single thought in your head
You have the personality qualities of the undead
I don't want you around me
I don't want you talking to me
I don't want you around me
I don't want you talking to me
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3. |
Hey Parents!
03:22
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Don't wanna live like this anymore
I don't have a job so I'm constantly poor
I don't have a bed so I sleep on the floor
I can't take it anymore
Hey mom, hey dad
I just wanna be bad
Skip school, get high
Fuck rules, I won't comply
Hey mom, hey dad
I just wanna be bad
Get drunk, go to jail
Rob a bank, eat nails
Don't wanna live like this anymore
I don't have a job so I'm constantly poor
I don't have a car so I walk to the store
I can't take it anymore
Hey mom, hey dad
I just wanna be bad
Skip school, get high
Fuck rules, I won't comply
Hey mom, hey dad
I just wanna be bad
Get drunk, go to jail
Rob a bank, snort rails
And I
Really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really want a gun
Really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really want a gun
I wanna shoot someone
Really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really want a gun
Really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really want a gun
I wanna kill someone
Hey mom,
Hey dad,
I just wanna
Be bad
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4. |
American Man
01:41
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I prefer more to less
But there's something that I must confess
If I think that you are broke, then I'll think that you're a joke
But alas, I digress
I'm a gambling man
I play fate when I can
No casinos sez the prez so I go down to the rez
Cause that's the kind of man I am
Don't you tell me what is right, I won't have it
Don't you tell me that I'm wrong, I won't have it
I don't wanna hear your reasons,
What your college degree's in
Cause an American man is what I am
I'm a family guy
But my kid's always getting high
I said you're fucking up your head so come and take these meds
And don't you ever ask me why
I'm a sexy thang
With a working man's wang
So I'll do what I want if I like what you flaunt
Cause that's the kind of man I am
Don't you tell me what is right, won't have it
Don't you tell me that I'm wrong, won't have it
I don't wanna hear your reason,
What your college degree's in
The fucked up state of policing
How the Arctic is not freezing
Oh why did I stop dreaming?
Cause an American man is what I am
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5. |
Missin' Out! intro
00:22
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6. |
Missin' Out!
03:11
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Lying right here on my bed
Visions of doom rush through my head
The origin is all the more a mystery
The effect is mental dysentery
Life tastes like cigarette butts
My own body hates my guts
We eat porridge all the time
We're brought up in the eye of nursery rhymes
I sure like to look at trees
But I know nothing of carpentry
Disassemble affirmation of value
Realize the dirt under our shoes
I'm so tired, I feel sick
Do I value my brain as much as my dick?
We consume clothes every year
I love everywhere but here
I'm afraid of zoning out
I'm afraid of bugging out
I'm afraid of freaking out
I'm afraid of missing out
Garbage men make more than teachers
Why pay less with all these features?
Look at all the atheists
Well at least they aren't creationists
Life tastes like cigarette butts
My own body hates my guts
We eat porridge all the time
We're brought up in the eye of nursery rhymes
Life tastes like cigarette butts
My own body hates my guts
We eat porridge all the time
We're brought up in the eye of nursery rhymes
I'm afraid of zoning out
I'm afraid of bugging out
I'm afraid of freaking out
I'm afraid of missing out
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7. |
Mitzi's Bakery
03:13
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I know of a lady whose name is Mitzi
She lives downtown above a bakery
Kids stop by for some sweet bites
Mitzi closes up shop for the night
But Mitzi doesn't leave, Mitzi doesn't leave
She stays up with the kids and the tricks up her sleeve
Mitzi doesn't leave, Mitzi doesn't leave
She stays up with the kids and the tricks up her sleeve
Mitzi slaves away, baking all her treats
Sweat on her brow, flour dusted cheeks
Kids ask her the secret of her muffin
With a giggle and a snark she says "just loving!"
But Mitzi doesn't leave, Mitzi doesn't leave
She stays up with the kids and the tricks up her sleeve
Mitzi doesn't leave, Mitzi doesn't leave
She stays up with the kids and the tricks up her sleeve
Mince meat pies, muffins and tarts
The way Mitzi bakes is practically an art
Then one day officer Rance rolls in
He says the missing kids, if she knows where they've been
Mitzi didn't let him leave, she didn't let him leave
She took him to the kids and left him there to grieve
Mitzi didn't let him leave she didn't let him leave
She took him to the kids and left him there to grieve
Room was dark, the aroma sour
Mitzi in the corner grinding bones into flour
She looked at Rance and heated up the oven
She smiled and she said "you'll make one tasty muffin!"
Mitzi didn't let him leave, she didn't let him leave
She took him to the kids and left him there to grieve
Mitzi didn't let him leave she didn't let him leave
She took him to the kids and left him there to grieve
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8. |
Cocaine Hurricane
02:40
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Well I've seen the devil down below, he tempted me with his white blow
Hey storm cloud, blow a little on me
Mother said stray from tobacco, it'll stunt you while you try to grow
But that old storm is too much of a dream
So to hell with trying to stay clean, I've seen that little snow-white gream
Forecasts call for blizzards, so it seems
It is not to my demise to see my own dilated eyes
I'm snowbound and I don't want to break free
Cocaine, I've got it in my brain
Cocaine, to take away my pain
Cocaine, I'm on this crazy train
Cocaine hurricane
Well I may have drank too many brews and now I'm looking for a boost
I think I'm gonna visit the snow queen
Pot would put me straight to bed, shrooms and acid fuck with my head
A little bit of blow is all I need
Cocaine, I've got it in my brain
Cocaine, to take away that pain
Cocaine, I'm on this crazy train
Cocaine hurricane
Cocaine, I've got it in my brain
Cocaine, to take away my pain
Cocaine, I'm on this crazy train
Cocaine hurricane
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9. |
Titus Andronicus
03:52
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Throw my guitar down on the floor
No one cares what I've got to say anymore
I didn't come here to be damned with faint praise
I'll write my masterpiece some other day
I'm repeating myself again
Innovation, I leave to smarter men
These pretty melodies don't fall out of the air for me
I've got to steal them from somewhere
But it doesn't matter what you do
Or how hard you try
Now there's nothing left for me to do except die
When they cut you up
And tell you that it's not going to hurt
But they're not gonna stop until they see you sleep in the dirt
There'll be no more cigarettes
No more having sex
No more drinking until you fall on the floor
No more indie rock
Just a ticking clock
You have no time for that anymore
You better watch where you run your mouth
Because you know what they'll say to you
They'll say
Your life is over
Your life is over
Your life is over
Your life is over
And don't be sad
It's okay
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10. |
Bogesmoker
13:17
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It started out as just a puff
Now I just can't get enough
I need that sweet tobacco taste
It takes me to my happy place
Loose leaf in a rolling paper
Is practically my mortal savior
Bugler, Top, or American Spirit
Anything else and I won't come near it
Who cares if I smoke a pack a day
You think I give a damn what I have to say?
I smoke my cigs cause I like the taste
You say it's awful but I think it's great
Drop out of life with boge in hand
Follow the smoke towards the cig filled land
Lemme tell you bout a match from heaven
It makes my amp go to eleven
Only the best as you can see
Marlboro and Old MIlwaukee
Drop out of life with boge in hand
Follow the smoke towards the cig filled land
Drop out of life with boge in hand
Follow the smoke towards the cig filled land
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Mitzi and the Muffins Canton, New York
garage rock trio just trying to make people move
we run on 'waukees
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