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Rope
03:18
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I’ll be the first to face up to the facts
That we were too quick and hasty to react.
We’ve made mistakes I’ll regret
Till my dying days of which there aren’t many left.
People have died,
But history remains just to judge me.
When the embers were catching we all laid in wait
There was panic, we felt it but kept on the same.
As the fires grew higher they consumed the states
When we thought we were safe China gave us the plague.
It’s probably been a thousand years.
Let’s put the lid on this crap century
And say goodbye to the death and disease
That we have come to know so well
Living in sin led us all down to hell.
People have died
But let he without sin cast the first stone.
When the embers were catching we all laid in wait
There was panic, we felt it but kept on the same.
As the fires grew higher they consumed the states
When we thought we were safe China gave us the plague.
It’s probably been a thousand years.
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2. |
Devil Monkey
02:40
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I heard the devil monkey say he’s gonna pull my soul right down to hell.
Homegrown dinosaur bones, I think I’m gonna chill here for a spill.
We’re pulling bones out the playground
The latest fashions on the way out.
Earthworms are underground, they make the soil yummy for the plants.
Burts Bees, the birds and the bees.
My favorite font is always comic sans.
We’re pulling bones out the playground
The latest fashions on the way out.
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3. |
Workin' On a Deck
03:36
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My neighbors working on a deck outside
The poundings waking me up in the mornin.
I’ll take a somber little walk on the beach
And see the creatures that creep out of the shadowy deep.
I hope that they never find out
The meat is for the children,
and when you beat your children we’ll know
I’m just taking some time off
If you feed your children they’ll grow.
My shadow beckons me to cross the street
The sun is fleshy with heat and it’s engorging.
I kiss the ocean with the soles of my feet
And eat the creatures that creep out of the shadowy deep.
The children searching for crustaceans to eat
My neighbor pounding away at what he’s making.
He sees the babies but he just doesn’t care
He just hammers away on the deck that he made.
I hope that they never find out
The meat is for the children,
and when you beat your children we’ll know
I’m just taking some time off
If you feed your children they’ll grow.
I hope that they never find out
The ocean is for swimming, when you drown the women they float
I’m just taking some time off
The sea is now a home for their bones.
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4. |
Pater Jazz
02:09
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The preachers obsessed with our obsequious words
As we feed off the flesh of migratory birds
The whole worlds a candle and we’re lighting the wick
Eating raw sewage till our children get sick
I cross my T’s and hope to die
It’s alright.
I cut my teeth along the bright satellites
Its not enough. Its not enough.
Our teeth will all break and cause limitless pain.
We’re worshipping satan for the financial gain.
One hundred airplanes all crashed at our pad
But Ryan’s never alone, he’s already a dad
I cross my T’s and hope to die
It’s alright.
I cut my teeth along the bright satellites
Its not enough. Its not enough.
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5. |
5th Song on the Album
02:26
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Wait… let me start over. I already have a better idea for what I’m gonna do.
Do it.
Alright.
Hey man, here we go.
This here’s the fifth song on the album
It might not sound like the others do.
But if you— ah fuck!
I hit the wrong thing… alright, starting over!
Give me some of that ambient action
(Ambience)
This here’s the fifth song on the album
It might not sound like the others do.
But if you purchased it, you’re an idiot.
Cause we would’ve just given it to you.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…. Oh oh whoa.
Sing it now momma! That’s my momma!
(I’m your momma, I’m your big momma man)
My momma sang the blues.
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6. |
We Beefed It
01:52
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Took a long time and it may not be a hit
But we got another song on the album.
We tried real hard and it aint real good,
But we got another song on the album.
Oblong Glock.
Oblong Glock.
Well took a little bit and it sounds like shit
But we got another song on the album.
It aint really much and we might’ve lost touch
With the theme that we were going for on the album.
Oblong Glock.
Oblong Glock.
Get with it. Get with it!
.. HEY!
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7. |
The Montgomery Shift
04:27
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Well I guess that the onus is on me to take care of my body and my teeth.
My guts are all twisted up inside
I'm gonna die
My pearly whites are all black inside
I'm gonna die
Well my mouth is a mess cavities
And my guts are all rot and disease
My guts are all twisted up inside
I'm gonna die
As my body
As my body's breaking down
My pearly whites are all black inside
I'm gonna die
I got my t shirt and I got my sneakers too
I put them on myself and walk until I get to you
I can see the sunrise walking out the door
The doctor's office waiting for me down the street
I make appointments that I try my best to keep
They hand me paper on which I write my name
Last Saturday I had an emergency
I had to think about my body and what's best for me
I called the doctor cuz that's what you do when you have some kind of problem something's wrong with you
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8. |
Four Birds
04:26
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We're lighting fires to chase the devil away
And I've exceeded my reach with the water
I'm at my limit
The sun is bright in the sky
I don't know why
I just survive
We're alive
I'm treading water
The light is bright in our eyes
I don't know why
I don't know why
We live like lions
To chase the devil away
I just survive
I just survive
I just survive
You got your navy dog with the party gone you got to get me some til the song is done
We reached the apex
And we got nothing to say
I think we're reaching the end of the water
We chase the Lions
To keep the devil at bay
Something big about birds who eat who eat
We who eat birds
Man
The animal man
The manimal can be a pineapple fan
We'll storm the beaches and give the water away
It's dark outside
We'll stay and fight through the night
We're alive
You've gotta get me gone to the Notre Dome to the boiler room better get me home
Le la montaine
Le sil putaine
Le ortelan
Le allouiette
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9. |
Acne Vulgaris
02:09
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Oh my!
Well Tommy was the kind of kid you knew who lost a leg in Vietnam.
His father belonged to the Freemasons with ties to the Irish Mob.
His Mother was a beauty queen back in the days of black and white tv.
They were holding back the jack in the bygone days when the toothbrush was never pink.
It took a long time but we finally made it.
Look at me now, Dad!
Well Leela went to the dentist everyday until her braces became entwined with the face of the kid with the acne vulgaris and a semi simple mind.
Her mother was a cow and she had herself a fit and she said "he should be fixed!"
But she secretly believed and would later be relieved to learn Leela started it.
It was a long road but I've reached the passages
Look at me now, Mom!
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10. |
Panna Cotta Waterslide
01:26
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Been down the rail, lonely.
I've got food to stay so yummy.
I'm not funny, I've got money baby...
And I can toot my horn.
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11. |
My Butt
01:34
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If you feel stuck where you are
Like Hitler's brain in a jar
While there's pandemonium at the Smithsonian,
Just know you're not alone.
We're all a little crazy sometimes.
If you feel down at heel
Like a rat in a wheel
While your owner has gone away on a long weekend.
Oh no!
You're all alone
And paranoia fits like a glove.
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12. |
The Gratuitous Wipe
03:20
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Like Tony Soprano, I'm a thousand years old.
Take my rocket to the moon in a big balloon.
Hey, yeah.
Whatever.
Bake my biscuits in hot lead until I'm dead.
Hey, yeah.
Whatever.
I'm tired of wiping.
I'm red and raw.
And I didn't have any cheese at all.
Take my soul out throughout my shoes in a big balloon.
Hey, yeah.
Whatever.
Underwears ain't pocket squares but I don't care.
Hey, yeah.
Whatever.
I'm tired of wiping
I'm red and raw
And I didn't have any cheese at all
I'm tired of wiping
I'm red and raw
And I didn't have any cheese at all.
Hey.
Take my money
Take my mouth
Take my blues away
Take my eyes and gouge them out.
There'll be Hell to pay.
Take me to the window
And blow up the world outside.
Then prop me up in a squad car, bitch, cuz we're going for a ride.
Wait.
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