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Toaster/Turkey
04:01
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Airing out the car with the winds of October
In the bathtub contemplating with a toaster
(I sort of thought it'd work itself right out)
You drink yourself drunk and you drink yourself sober
Tie the knot, get the chair, and kick that fucker over
(Are you feeling kinda down)
Flowers placed on graves where your surprised to find your name
Wipe your hands of it all and think "ain't that just a shame?"
My mother's father slowly sinking in a coffin
My father's father slowly sinking into hospice
(We're getting older every day)
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Hangman's Rope
03:34
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Went to my notebook today and again nothing came
It's time to throw in the towel, used to be but not now
Cut your palm with a knife then you'll see what it's like
Then we'll shake on it; a blood promise
The glowing orb in the sky, responsible for all life
Is waving its hands goodbye, so say hello to the night
See the people you meet
Shivering in the street
And you can't get them out of your head
They'll push you off of the edge
I think we're going insane
And they don't mean shit to you
And you don't mean shit to me
And found with needle in arm
Another dead kid on the street
We used token each other warm
Wrapped between the sheets
And I have all of the hope
Of a hangman's rope
And you've got all of the peace
Of a lynching tree
And yet the both of us breathe
You say, "theres plenty of things you can do
to make a living out there. You'll start by changing your clothes
and cutting your hair."
Went to my notebook today
And again nothing came
I've got a long ways to go
I've yet to filling a page
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3. |
Bad Spy Music
02:08
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Eighteen Days, been shoveling shit
And the boss doesn't see anything wrong with it
Eighteen days, slept like a cat
Because there were thousands and thousands of bats
It's your birthday! Have fun!
Get fucked up! Get drunk!
It's your birthday. You're number one!
Blow my skull
Blow my brains
Blow my head off
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Can you feel it inside you?
The nest you're born in sighs heavy
Drawn to the warmth of your belly
To mourn the sight of the sunrise
And bleed the sun out of the sky
The ants were marching in circles
In search of burial ground
Buffalo in a painting
Makes me cry for my loved ones
Makes me cry as I'm bathing in consequence
Between the sky and the ocean
Lies the plane we exist on
It's time to cremate your absence
And lie naked in the sun
Cling to the leg of your mother
Like on the first day of preschool
Nothing there is gonna harm you
Besides you're too old to suckle
Yet too young to go and die like you did
Between the sky and the ocean
Lies the plane we exist on
It's time to cremate your absence
And lie naked in the sun
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5. |
Watch Light Leave Eyes
07:24
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6. |
Finally, Destroyer
07:12
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???
Daddy will pay for the school
Daddy will pay for my school
Wrapped up in a blanket
Like a pig in a fucking blanket
Wrapped up
???
Daddy will fuck fuck me good
Daddy will suck me off
My dad my skin my death
It's been so long, the skin falls off our bones
With that nagging voice, begging our retire
In the cemetery, marked on the smallest stone
"Here marks the death of Hybrid Sheep Organizer."
???
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7. |
Atom Bomb Blossom
05:19
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The bread-winning father bringing home nothing
And mom is drunk, drunk, drunk, drunk, drunk off her ass again
This wasn't my family but I know families like it
The nuclear family is destined to detonate
And pulling out feelings from the ceiling, as the kids upstairs
Constantly think about shooting up schools an heroin
There's that blank stare, you changed up your hair again
You're so fucking arrogant
And they hate with signs but they still go to church
There's no heaven, just a box in the dirt
I hope this hurts
I hope this hurts
The punks always out in their house party ecstasy
The same old three chords is all that they will ever need
Don't take that to heart, and please note my hypocrisy
As I sing yet, another song I wrote in the key of C
And the god-fearing grandparents frown upon everything
And despise people who they know they will never meet
A match and some kerosine will make me who I want to be
Will prove my position as a member of the punk scene
So light me up, I'll go out the Mahayana way
I've had enough of not finding the words to say
God always ignores us when we kneel and pray
I guess those are his "mysterious ways"
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