1. |
Fuck Your Face
04:03
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FUCK YOUR FACE:
The eagles that you praise
Are the vultures that you hate
So arm me with forewarning
Unaware, happily I think
Fools ideal, paradise
Forlorn hope seems unwise
Once the die has been cast
Shake dead hands of the past
You know it’s true
Ill say to you
How do I prove
Its déjà vu’
When the shiny penny drops
And the dreamer has forgot
Seas do cease, they will change
Turn the tides and I’m deranged
Scheme of rack’s ruin
Set turns brain a fluid
Removed of rank and file
Hear the news and then we smile
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2. |
Katrina
03:43
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KATRINA:
Just laugh it’s gone
Like the end of my sawed off
Or the reason I bought one
Its all just locked up in a box
And buried beneath us
Its our little secret
Keep hoping we don’t get caught
Cause if they dig it up
Itll be the end of us
It gives meaning to this song
Ill no longer be useless
At my execution
My friends will all sing along.
And they’ll say
Put P p put your hands where I can see em’
Cause Haiti be, the new Orleans
Im a K k k k hurricane
And if you end up hating me
Then sell me off, for gasoline
You can escape this scene
You don’t need me
Put P p put your hands where I can see em’
Cause Haiti be, the New Orleans
Im a K k k k hurricane
Im B b burning down the colosseum
And Haiti be, the new Orleans
Im a K k k k hurricane
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3. |
The Big Moolah
03:46
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BIG MOOLAH
You ever think
Your all alone
There’s no truth
Its all a show
What you know about, anything
Well ill show you how
Get up, Get out
You ever think
There’s no god
Ill show you different
I’m his only son
You ever think
You wrote this song
These are your words
Coming off my tongue
If you’re not paranoid
You don’t think enough
But ill show you how
Get up Get out
My minds in knots, might as well be a circus
Thinking in circles, get Ringling to endorse
And in the room there’s an elephant lurking
Look at the clowns bitch isn’t it perfect
I’m yelling fuck that as I toke on this Jeffery
I’ve been saving up since the moment you left me
I’m yelling cut, razor blades from my necklace
They call me crazy, they keep calling me reckless
Id risk it all, dangle toes from your ceiling
You won’t think twice, ask how I’m feeling
I’m going down, off the edge of your building
Keep yelling jump, that’s one way to encourage
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4. |
Math Potatoes
04:12
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MATH POTATOES
Hey man, I got a drinking game
Take a shot, when I say her name
Keep it up, almost everyday
Free’n up a lot of empty space
This time
Your video games
Everything a drunken haze
Holding up a hefty claim
A neon sign, no vacancy
This time
Your
You’ll find
I’ll find my fears and face them
A maxim I have stored
I’ll burn my clothes in protest
The life I lived before
A shot
A hit
A(to) waste of this
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5. |
No. 9
03:31
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No. 9
You put your friends on a shelf
Yet somehow you still let them down
You rarely open your mouth
Yet somehow it still gives me hell
You put your trust in their wealth
Yet somehow they still keep you down
You rarely open your mouth
Yet somehow it still gives us hell
You put your friends on a shelf
Yet somehow you still let them down
You rarely open your mouth
Yet somehow it still gives me hell
(rant)
You put your friends on a shelf
Yet somehow you still let them down
You rarely open your mouth
Yet somehow it still gives me hell
You put your trust in their wealth
Yet somehow they still keep you downnn
Hell no (repeat)
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6. |
Stay Heavy
04:09
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STAY HEAVY
You think you know but you have no idea
This is the diary of lust and fear
Trademark it like mtv
You be the college scene, ill be your drama queen
It’s all frozen from my view
True life, I pause for you
Seen this scene too many times
It’s episodic in my mind
Needed elbow room
To be held at arms length
Was a cold winter for my extremities
And still I fear
Frost bites this time of year
No reason to be bitter
It’s just the way I like to feel
Without the sunshine or tv’s bright lights
She will be real
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7. |
The Bucket
03:20
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THE BUCKET
It’s all your fault but stop crying
Lie to yourself and every night its
A knock at your door, an outstretched hand
Excuse yourself, your biggest fan
If you’re bored than your boring
And no one cares for your stories
And for your attitude
Not much to do
Keep crying wolf
We’ll listen too
(Rant)
Fuck.
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