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Wayward
Not faithful
In need of some traction action
Ungrateful
You can witness
My American-ness
I'll parade it around
Nationally falling
Soon the feds are calling
Come with me now
Naturally balling
Lawyers in the hallway
Can I get a sickness?
Give it to my witness
Constable! I have the floor!
Your favorite prisoner
Behold, a prescription
Discrete
Tongue on cheek
Intercourse with a uniform
No sorrowful goodbyes
In the wake
Of the break
Gotta spin it to forget it
Ten seconds to dry your eyes
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Burnt Reynolds!
03:24
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Hiding from teacher
Under the bleachers
Playing with dead birds
Saying the H word
Sticks and stones
Breaking your brother's bones
Whispering words of death
Alcohol on your breath
You got your father's eyes
On your mother's hands in your pants
Switchblade in your pocket
Your picture in my locket
Oooo, I'm tellin'
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Extra Bernays Sauce PLZ!
03:11
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I see your picture
Through my cracked phone screen
Staring like holy scripture
Through my cold bloodstream
But, I'm dirty, thirsty
It's so late at night
And I'm wide awake
I want something give you
All I have is mistakes
And I'm tattered, shattered
How do you do it on your own terms
You make it happen while I tow the company line
Never living in the suburbs
You got imported, not extorted, one of a kind
Fighting on the good side
Homemade flag wavin on the street
Satisfaction
For the manufactured mouths to feed
You pull my heartstrings
Oh you, pretty things
Sign me up
Just can't get enough
Let's do it on you record collection
You can tell me about your insurrections
You are so perfect
Box of shiny humans at your feet
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4. |
Cocaine Hippos!
02:19
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This ain't the east part
But it's where we're gonna start
I got a strong backhand
And a face that could kill a man
And it's as red as Commie blood
Operator, operator
I have no one to call
Operator, I wanna be
Tobe out of control
And under yours
Join me and my network of psychic friends
Another black ops blackout
That never ends
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Master hunter
For the Ritual Reader
Designer disaster
Calamity Exchange
Full head contact
Protruding bones
Blunt force impact
Faces rearranged
Chalk outlines?
Let's play hopscotch
Spelling the headlines
50 bucks a head
Hundy if rolling away
I'll stay for the ending
Stay for the credits
Start from beginning
They'll stay for the ending
Stay for the credits
Start from beginning
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Across the old
Threshold
To have and to
Hold back
Closed the blinds
Chose the binds
Hit the lights
Hit the ceiling
Our love is bleeding out
Called the doctor, she's en route
This may call for an amputation
Or perhaps a congratulations
How do I
Love enough
For you to feel it
When you're not there
My heart is bleeding out
Called the doctor, she is out
Too far from the infirmary
Time for a little surgery
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Hey Jack!
I need a Queen
Step into my limousine
Put some champagne on ice
I'm gonna thrust my advice
Your face, I will remove
Ensure they'll never prove it
Let's pay off those student moans
Hand me my prepaid phone
Think of me as your new professor
I am the asset assessor
I'm your magic man!
Disburse all the treasure
Off shore on my leisure
What's your is mine
Let's drive up market price
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8. |
War Vagina!
03:14
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Watchin my steps through the doorway
Drill through my brain like an X-ray
Send a pass to the shitshow
Social credit pantomime
Playin roulette with my enzymes
My money's on the sorrow
This abomination
Would like to know your location
32 gigs of PAM
Public Access Memory
Tuning in on the big screen
Public Access Memory
32 gigs of PAM
BYOB to the BSOD
Track all the wheelin's and dealin's
Reverse engineer all the feelings
Contempt in the retinal scans
Frame me up in black and white
Edit me into your fist fight
Battle stations!
Propaganda
Extravaganza
PAM
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Terry, The Main Event!
05:26
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Terry walks in...
Smells like a gypsy
Eyes pointed down
Says "give me a whiskey"
All the young men turn around"
Ain't seen you 'round here before"
"Just here for a quiet think"
"You hear that, boys?Sounds like trouble to me"
Chairs creak back
Hands going for the hips
Glasses smack
Terry stares at the whiskey
Mutters into the drink
"Iron sides don't show you anything"
Clink, into the glass
Drops a wedding ring
Leaps on to the table
"You look like able men,
But you can't bring them back
All I have now
This metal egg
I'm been incubating"
Finger shaking in the pin
"First, I will go through the alphabet, slowly...
I, C, through U
With 95.5% confidence
And 88.1% competence
And 99.1% impotence
And 105.7% consequence
Catch..."
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Zantigo, The Band, is the greatest rock outfit to ever spring from the 8th, and 15th wards. We vote in all mid-term elections, and we never use scented detergent.
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