1. |
Good Sneeze
02:39
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A single package of lunch meat and a good sneeze is all I need
Cuz I'm siting in a Dead Sea waiting for a light breeze to blow me away
I've gotten real tired of the taste of my tongue (What ya gonna do about that?)
I think I will replace it with something more fun (How about some taffy?)
I stepped in dog shit and I tracked it through the house
Things that I used to scream I now catch in my mouth
Too much clutter 'round my desk, it's such a fucking mess, earning nobody respect
So I'll write another song, make it anything but long, wondering when the fuck I'll move on
I've gotten real tired of this at home guilt (What ya gonna do about that?)
I think I'll move into my van (Uh huh?) I got my own pillow and a quilt
I stepped in dog shit and I tracked it through the house
Things that I used to scream I now catch in my mouth
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Flys
02:25
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I can see dead flies floating in my coffee
Some are dead but some are squirming
Trying to get free
Be free
I ignore my pity as I gulp them down
In my stomach they will drown
I won't hear that buzzing sound
But I found
It's hard to get them down
But I won't let them get me down
They're already inbound
I'll drink them by the pound
The clay between my ears
Has been molded by dirty hands, dirty hands
It's taking the shape of some sad sack that I cannot stand
Will not stand
I will shove I will shove my hands into my ears
I will shape I will shape the clay myself
Without the influence of my fears, my fears
Drink the flies, shape the clay
The sun will rise, a normal day
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I feel like a scared scared kid who doesn't know what he's did
But I can tell that I'm gonna be in trouble I know what I said wasn't all too subtle
I can feel there's a penny in my pocket that wasn't there before
Now I'm crying like a human and I can not tell what for
Pork chops and apple sauce
Younger days I've surely lost
Pork chops and apple sauce
Staring at the ground through skinny treetops
I've been watering fake fake flowers that would've died long ago
Now I'm peeling off my sock and I am licking up the lint that's between my toes
I can try, I can try so hard but why do I
I can try, I can try so hard but why should I
Pork chops and apple sauce
Younger days I've surely lost
Pork chops and apple sauce
Staring at the ground through skinny treetops
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4. |
Ballsack (Rap Song)
00:32
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Strike a match on her ass crack
Reem her tiddies like a snack pack
Moist towelette on my ballsack
Snorting cocaine off of bald Shaq
Now look at me hoping that I'll be
The one to set the music industry free
But when you look at the reality
I'm just trying to make some money and be funny
Honey you been standing in line all day
Honey I aint flipping burgers you can't have it your way
Honey can't you see I get a set to get to
Honey can't you see I got a script to get through
This is the breakdown
This is the breakdown
This is the breakdowwwwwww-
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5. |
Thanks Taylor!
01:57
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My water's grown stale
And so has the air around my throat
I'm getting kinda thirsty and I'm quite out of breath
So I'm reaching for words way beyond my depth
Fuck your words, fuck your words, fuck your inflections
Speaking so simple you require no digestion
I'm wondering why I even entered this conversation
Fuck your words, fuck your words
You think you sound so beautiful
While barely holding on to comprehendible
You're barely comprehensible
I don't care about your opinions
And I hope you don't care about mine
Cuz I like to have a conversation
And it gets pretty boring, it gets really boring when we both have the same thing in mind
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6. |
Shady Grave
01:48
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And you will die
So your family will plant you a headstone
Where they can cry
But you'll soon be left all alone
In the background
Of those closer to life
The sight of a pissing hound
Next door to a mourning wife
But soon your stone will crack and fall
And you'll hardly be remembered at all
So the kids will play
On top of your kingdom of rubble
Til they're shooed away
By parents sporting hardly any stubble
But the players are not care-ers and the shoo-ers are not readers
Evermore your memory begins to peter
When you were a baby you were all gums and tongue
Then you got a little older and made some teeth
Then you got much older and you were all gums and tongue again
And you missed your boney friends
So now through your empty mouth in the dirt
A tree begins to sprout
And it will grow until it touches the clouds
With branches so thick and leaves so wide it shades the entire town
And you will be the place to sit and picnic
When your neighbors have family visit
You'll be the meeting place, a mourners social space
You'll be that broken grave in the shade
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Dog Shit
03:22
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I am naked on my bed save for a towel 'round my waist
Sitting dripping on my sheets, God I'm so fucking beat
I feel like I'm in a mold of concrete
Fingers locked in fingers, elbows bent to knees
Staring at the dried dog shit on my carpet
I'm living in a pit
I've got dirt in my eyes
It's starting to collect in the corner near my nose
And oh it flows
And on it goes
I'm to blame for the mud collecting in my mouth
I'm to blame for my eyes starting to bag and rot out
I'm to blame for my total lack of care
And the fact that I don't know how to share
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Flesh Packet
02:18
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This flesh packet in which I inhabit
Is holding my guts in place and letting me know which way to face
But the flesh is rotten, the packet thin
Guts are loosening their grip and my kickstands are starting to buckle at the hip
I wanna kill my friends and family
Fill their colons with acorns
Then watch them all slowly
Shit a forest
Then I'll climb to the tops of shit trees
And I'll be shaded by shit trees
Then when I've had my fun
I'll burn that forest to the ground, burn it down
Burn it down, Burn it to the ground
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CPR
01:42
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Bodyslam my chest and break my ribs like a bakers dozen of eggs
Each rib's a Humpty Dumpty never to be put back together again
Open up my lips and shove delicious air down my throat
But my dirty lungs, have got a bad sidewall leak
And when I start to move, no it's not me, it's just a final desperate twitch
And when I don't come to, punch the air and curse your God
But please know, it's not your fault
You did your best
You did your best
You did your best
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Dear all of my old friends,
I really wish I could see you again
Ask you "how you been, how is your life"
But if you want I can just say hi
And leave you alone
And if you're really sure
Then I guess I'm done
Can you show me the door
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