1. |
What a Pisser
02:42
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Looks like I’m fucking triggered
Talkin shit till my throat is blistered
Oh my god who would have figured
Ho-hum, what a pisser
Looks like I’m drifting away
So much talkin very little to say
Don’t care about being bigger
Ho-hum, what a pisser
Not funny, who shit in my sink?
Clean it up it’s starting to stink
This ain’t the house I pictured
Ho-hum, what a pisser
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2. |
Click Click
03:47
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Young boy, Destroy®
from a room with a chair and the internet
Spray paint, break glass
in a room as he screams at the internet
Click click (stupid shit)It’s fucking dumb and I’m over it
Click click (stupid shit) ...Destroy®
Young girl, it’s her world
face down as she’s texting friends
Big bus, not seen
face down and now she’s lying in the street
Click click (stupid shit)
It’s fucking dumb and I’m over it
Click click (stupid shit) ...Destroy®
Tell nobody it’s a shame
Everything we do is lame
In a room with curtains drawn
The modern life of logging on
Voices typed into a phone
LEAVE ME ALONE
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3. |
Shallow
03:31
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Please please please will you look at me
Made my life into a magazine
A hundred thumbs pressed against my heart
Hundred loves for playing the part
Everything is meaningless
Money, fame, and the perfect tits
Diving board into an empty pool
The broken face of a shallow fool
Jump into a wishing well
Mirrored walls in a diving bell
Ankle-deep in a pile of pennies
All these dreams deserve an Emmy
Everything is meaningless
Funny face with injected lips
Diving board into an empty pool
The broken face of a shallow fool
You saw your likeness thought I’m not like this
Another lying reflection of underlying rejection
Shutters down before the storm
Callouses begin to form
Climb the ladder on your own
Turn around and head on home
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4. |
OnetwothreeGFY
03:24
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You gotta lot to say it’s like a shotgun spray
Your bullets and books are blank
Lying to be correct, whisky to get erect
Vision through cataracts
Your mouth it likes to run the race is never done
A marathon that can’t be won
Bury your head in dirt lacking in mental girth
Surely you have some worth
One two three go fuck yourself
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5. |
Maximum Performance
02:09
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It’s time to blast off into space
Leave your flesh behind
piled on this stage
Rocket fuel is ripping through
this place
Naked bones can withstand
all the flamesWow, yeah yeah yeah
Wow, yeah
There’s no room for bodies
between stars
Supernova explode that
fucking farceEvery body begins to go, decay
Cold fusion solution of self sustain
Wow, yeah yeah yeah
Wow, yeah
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6. |
Virtues Passed
02:33
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Take my boy out to the road
and show him everything we’re told
not to be
Let him loose among the trees
The wolf, the sheep, the birds, the bees
but close his eyes
Walk him to the riverbeds
There is no drought for crying heads
We turn a cheek
Swim with nurses all the time
The hospitals have waiting lines
They’re for the weak
Roots then trees then treason books
They plant the truth and grow our hooks
Please don’t concede
Cross those generals on the lam
We can not feed from outstretched hands
Filled with holes
Burn your home of stone and brick
A fireplace upon a wick
And find a tree
Five fingers on a moral hand
A sideways eight a lucky man
Always thirteen
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7. |
Tight Rope
02:27
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Programmed to destroy
Every other possibility
Deviate from the course
You’ll be met with such hostility
As they tear down your dreams
Get in line and you take a number
Read just what it is
Close your eyes it’s life in slumber
There’s a rat in the petri dish
The protozoa think it’s their god
Paint the walls with the sky
Concrete gets a layer of sod
Watering our plastic plants
The perfect plants, at least we hope
See things and pretend to forget
This is the dance across the tight rope
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8. |
Everything, OK
02:13
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Laid back in a sofa on fire
Everything’s alright
My brain’s attached to a wire
Everything’s alright
More kids shot at school today
Just don’t fuck my rights
If you say what I want to hear
I’ll put your name in lights
Wear my floaties in an oil spill
Everything’s alright
Radiate gamma rays of joy
Everything’s alright
Coughed up a lung today
No more kissing bats
Corporations becoming nations
Tailored suits for rats
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9. |
Blintzkrieg
01:30
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I’m in the buffet line
There’s a plate in my hand
Elastic waist I’m American
Load up on shrimp
All the expensive shit
Extra bacon don’t forget the blintz
Never gonna stop (x4)
Blintzkrieg
These are normal times
And normal measures
Complacency in guilty pleasures
Gimme gimme gimme gimme some more
It’s the buffet line to the next world war
Never gonna stop (x4)
Blintzkrieg
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10. |
Kerfuffle
02:42
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Sitting in a room with umbellical tongue
A fist and a finger and a whole lot of fun
The lies the lies goes the merry-go-round
These little ponies think they’re
fox and the hound
We gotta get it right
Not the other side
Am I right?
I am the other side
Before the building falls
there’s cracks in concrete
Truth and big picture get buried
underneath
Babies and babies crying in their cribs
A B C D E F G I’ll break your fucking ribs
We gotta get it right
Not the other side
Am I right?
I am the other side
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11. |
Scream
04:11
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Sounds Like Words Denver, Colorado
Drums - Simon Toomey
Bass - Zach Hegwood
Guit/vox - Morgan Febrey
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