1. |
Something 2 Cook 2
02:35
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I’m gonna write a song,
That you can fight to and will help you
Get to sleep and
I’m gonna write a song,
That gives you purpose
And brings your life a little bit of meaning
I’m gonna write a song,
That you can clean your house to
And I’m gonna write a song,
That you can cook your dinner to
Because that is essential
In a daily routine like mine
No one is
Gonna do
Any of that shit for you
My friend
You’re on your own this time
I’m gonna write a song,
That you can fight to and will help you
Get to sleep and
I’m gonna write a song,
That gives you purpose
And brings your life a little bit of meaning
I’m gonna write a song,
That you can clean your house to
And I’m gonna write a song,
That you can cook your dinner to
You’ve gotta learn to revel
In the mundane aspect
Of your everyday life
There’s no truth to it
No secret
No alternate dimension
No THIS is all there is
And you better get used to it
I’m gonna write a song,
That you can fight to and will help you
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2. |
12 Gauge Retirment Plan
03:17
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We are gonna rob, we are gonna steal
From the bank
We are gonna set up a plan of escape
Don’t even care if it even makes a dent
In our first or last month's rent
We’ve got our gas masks
Will us safe when
The riot police come
With chemical compounds for HOS-
-TAGES
Just a shitty distraction,
But we see right through that
Amateur hour bullshit
Shoot them down where they stand
We are gonna rob, we are gonna steal
From the bank
These are funds you cannot allocate
You had a chance
You mismanaged it
And since I can’t eat, I guess I’ll just
Eat the fucking rich
We’ve got our gas masks
Will us safe when
The riot police come
With chemical compounds for HOS-
-TAGES
Just a shitty distraction,
But we see right through that
Amateur hour bullshit
Shoot them down where they stand
Maybe I’m some pussy, liberal snowflake Sonofabitch
Who cannot begin to grasp
The concept
Of putting a price tag
on the bare essentials of living
Just who the fuck do you think you are?!
We are gonna rob, we are gonna steal
From the bank
FDIC can suck my Fucking Dick
And you have no ground to criticize
Anything as vague
As my 12 gauge
Retirement plan
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3. |
RFH 3:16
03:11
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I’ve got my new leather boots
With the style of strap I’m sure
Would impress you
I am climbing my way up the top rope
The fans they cry for more
Gonna give the people
What they came here for
I’m gonna rip you
Limb from bloody limb
From bloody limb
To the ruddy spot where
Your head used to be
Oh, it'll wish that it could see
The atrocities i will soon
Be committing but
Your head will soon be buried
Two or three
Miles deep by now
It has all been planned out
And im gonna gouge out your eyes
And kick you while youre down
Well that should really be no surprise by now
And I am gonna rip your beating heart
Right from your fucking chest
And share
A hearty laugh
With all of your friends
And we will marvel over how
Creative I have become
Well check all this shit out guys
Ripped your veins out one by one
By one
By one
By one
By one
By one
By one
By one
AND CHECK this shit out guys
I just made shoelaces from your fucking veins
AND THE
Fist thats connected
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4. |
Assimilate My Ass
02:51
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I want to be a robot
not a human being
I want to be a robot
not a living thing
I want to be a robot
with oil in my veins
I want to be a robot
with no genetic strengths
Plug me in and turn me on
I'm a friendly automaton
With laser eyes, not scatter brained
When you activate my subroutines
Global message coming through
From main computer CPU
It is pretty neat and I'll explain
How Human kind was all in vain
I want to be a robot
not a human being
I want to be a robot
not a living thing
I want to be a robot 'cus then I will be dead
I want to be a robot just fill my heart with lead and
Let's all be robots let's all be one
No room for art when you're walking on the sun
Let's all be robots and let's all be friends
Let's all be robots and begin again
Let's all be robots and do away with pain
I can't wait to tell you my new robot name
(It's Veronica....)
Hours running out and I think my course has run but
Humankind prevails with robo-work undone
(Oh wait we're not dumb humans and we thought of that one)
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5. |
Nothing to Prove to Me
02:11
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YOU’VE GOT NOTHIN’ TA PROVE TA ME!
The callousses in your hands
Illustrate a vivid picture bright as day
Of all your past tense, present situations
Your manic motions of your routines
Demonstrate your immersion in
Apathy and anxiety
It holds no bearing over who you'll be
And well, you’ve got nothing to prove to me
You've got nothing to prove to me
You’ve got nothing to prove to me
I can’t stand to talk to you
Nihilistically shrugging off the truth
I’m not impressed, you are not cool
In fact i think
You’re a big fucking tool
But you’ve got nothing to prove to me
You’ve got nothing to prove to me
You’ve got nothing to prove to me
But you’ve got nothing to prove to me
You’ve got nothing to prove to me
You’ve got nothing to prove to me
I don't get why we cant see
Eye to eye
I’m a drunk piece of shit
I’m a normal guy
The world will end and you will die
You’re not better than this
So stop being such a sad sack of dicks
You sack of piss
The universe could give half a shit
About anyone on our lame planet
The sun will explode
I will die
Time will keep on
Passing right by
But
You've got nothing to prove to me
You've got nothing to prove to me
You've got nothing to prove
To me
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6. |
Something Poetic
02:22
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The morning is rising to meet you
The birds they are singing the songs
They are gonna sing
Well I go to work everyday
Just to be treated like less
Than a human being
Well is this the state of my freedom
In the so called land of liberty
I go to work for two weeks at a time
Just so i can make it
Two more FUCKING WEEKS
Oh I’m starting to hate my friends
And I don’t want to be that way again
Yes I’m starting to hate my friends
I will not be that way
The morning is rising to meet you
The birds they are singing the songs
They are gonna sing
Welcome to this world my friend
Do you approve of everything you see
The world has a fucked up sense of mercy
The world will kick you in your teeth
And while you are reeling from the pain
Time stops
You can take a sec to plan accordingly
And it's alright to just survive
Oh its alright to just survive
You’ll never make it out alive
Oh it’s alright to survive
The morning is rising to meet you
The birds they are singing the goddamn songs
They are gonna sing
For all eternity
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7. |
Shiny Eyes Hopkins
04:02
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The words don’t come so easily
These days, i’m embarrassed and ashamed
Of everything I do or say and on top of everything
I cannot make eye contact with any fucking thing
And this feeling of guilt, Can be contributed to
Being less than sincere with the friends
Who i hold dear
Instant Karma’s the best kind of slow knife
To drive into my mouth, my nose, my tongue, my eyes
I want to be cut up
From the inside
Are you hearing me right?
I have no right to life
I would rather rot and die
Never signed on for all this pain or the strife
OR THIS
Feeling of obligation
That exudes from every
Aspect of my day to day routine
I just want to be
Worth more than my work
And the scene politics that bore the fuck right
Out of me do you
Have the audacity to demand
Something like community
With compassion and commradery
These are a few of my favorite things
We’ll list them off
Role call style
Is anybody even here at all?!
Your patience, grace, humility
Will be rewarded with an ever abundant sense
Of loving and tranquility
In spite of the obstacles you have had to face
And the attempts on your life every day
Every damn fear youve overcame
Must say im blown the fuck away
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8. |
Bad Decisions
03:20
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You took a chance
Long line of bad decisions
You knew the risk
Though it was calculated
Don’t remember it
Because you were drinkin early
They won’t forget
Making an ass of yourself
I sure wish I didn’t drop out
Of college when i was so young
That decision sticks with me
At night when, I can’t sleep
OH
Bad decisions, on bad decisions, on bad decisions, on bad decisions
I should not have
Shunned my family but
I feel that I
Had moral obligation
We both know that
Never quite justified it
Quarrel in my head, is now this shitty transition
Bad decisions are just like glue
If you ingest too much
Oh they will kill you
It’ll kill you, it’ll kill you, it’ll kill you, it’ll kill you, it’ll kill you
Fucking dead
I been working long
Days far as i remember
But I like to think
I’m all the better for it
Peace won’t come soon
Damn sure not December
Where did you go?
Childhood, I don’t remember
Bad decisions don’t have to be your own
It could be your Mother’s bad decisions
And it could be your Father’s bad decisions
And your drunk uncle’s bad decisions
Or your shitty aunt’s bad decisions
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9. |
Miss USA
01:52
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God’s In my heart
Is he in yours
And in his eyes
I am adored
In his image
I am made
And in his light
I will be save
Well thank god for the kids in syria
Blowin them up for mass hysteria
We don’t have terrorists like you do
Our god makes us better than you
With sex traffiking, mass bombings
Drug cartels, and child armys
They were livin in sin
Show em the side that’ll win
With gas
With bombs
With tanks
With guns
Well I ate his body
I drank his blood
And i was baptized
In his love
And I know I’m not the only one
Who finds this all
All little fucked up
Well thank god he has a plan
For all of us, til the end
Well i’ll put my faith in him
Not the people I’m stuck here with
Well god made science to be ignored
A test of our faith and moral code
Well I’ll aim true
Not going to hell like you
Well hahahahahahahahahaha
I’m a part of the cosmic joke and
Hahahahahahaha
You don’t know
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10. |
I Wanna Get Fucked Up
01:29
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I wanna get fucked up
Oh i wanna get fucked up
I wanna get fucked up
And not remember the things i did
No, not remember the things i did
Oh not remember the things i did
I wanna get fucked up
Oh i wanna get fucked up
I wanna get fucked up
And talk some shit and get my ass kicked
Talk some shit and get my ass kicked
Talk some shit and get my ass kicked
I wanna get fucked up
Oh i wanna get fucked up
I wanna get fucked up
And my family dont care about me
No my family dont care about me
Oh my family don’t care about me
I wanna get fucked up
Oh i wanna get fucked up
I wanna get fucked up
And waaaaaahhhh
Waaaahhhhhh
Waaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
I wanna get fucked up
Oh i wanna get fucked up
I wanna get fucked up
And that has made me very lonely
That has made me very lonely
That has made me very lonely
I’m a little bit fucked up
You’re a little bit fucked up
And we’re all a little bit fucked up
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Baggy eyes and sweaty hands
Not much of a man and i’ve got tiny arms
Which hysterical because ive got this
Big Mouth writing checks that my fist cannot cash
Why don’t you just ask them out?
Because I’m well aware of how hard ive had to work
To try to pay my bills on time
And if they’re anything like me
Then theyre just trying to enjoy their one night off this week
And I have no intention of getting in the way
I will not fuck that shit up
Why don’t you just ask her out?
Because I see no scenario where my awkward
Sexual advancess make their night any better and
Lets just be honest
For about ten minutes
If not one night is
How long it will last
And I am so fucking tired all of the time
Damn sure i’m losing my mind
And this is derivative of my obvious lack of self esteem
Well you did, you solved that fucking mystery
Oh he wears girl’s clothes, bet that he’s questioning
Oh he wears girls clothes, bet that he’s questioning
Well I hate to break it to you my friend
They just so happen to fit my small frame
I bet they all think I’m gay
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My friend’s aren’t the way that they should be
And you know I sincerely just want them happy
But that’s not how this works
Who are you to say what works
Cos they have their past histories
And tragedies and sob stories
That explains why they are this way
Could you please explain
This away
My friend’s aren’t the way that they should be
And you know that starts to eat me in my sleep
I cannot handle all of the stress and anxiety
No idea how they make it through the week
My friends
Who I am proud to call
Every day heroes have the
Strength of a thousand men or so
Or one really big truck
My friend’s aren’t the way that they should be
And you know that scares the shit right out of me
Cannot stand how the Baker Act
Has become a household term
For my friends and family
Where did you go
You were supposed to meet me here
An hour or so ago
But you were a danger to yourself
And others
My friend Greg he told me a story about how you can have a nice family
Decent upbringing still have no idea what the fuck it is you’re doing
My friend’s aren’t the way they should be
And you know I sincerely just want them happy
But that’s not how this works
Who are you to say what works
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