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Brood
01:32
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Special sheltered child, mother was too good or too awful to you?
Outside the walls will lead to falls, hard, hard falls
Or maybe something to give you the venom to poison me too
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Cello Music
00:42
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Front Page
01:42
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Last night they had the Republican convention and I lost a bet so I went in a dress
Nobody else showed up, I didn't feel like hanging round
Fox said it was a rousing success
Then I was trying to find a taxi when I saw this truck driving up on the side
I showed him some leg and he swerved, thinking it was a bear
And he was gone before I could ask for a ride
I shot craps in an alley and I won a bus pass so I caught the bus and ended up back home
And I hoped someone would be there since I was dolled up so fine
My mom came over but all she wanted was help with the email on her phone again
So when she left I thought that I might go to bed
But the newspaper man threw the paper at my house about that time
I looked down and read the headline, it said:
"The Ugliest Girl In The World Shows GOP Support"
...you know, I really don't know what part of that bothers me more.
It's hurtful, just hurtful.
Anyway I figured I'd take a shower then I remembered all my bills were overdue
So I went into the neighbor's yard and set off the sprinklers covered with Dial hand soap and dog shampoo
I ended up getting water in my beer and there was only one hand towel
This isn't going anywhere anymore so I'll quit while I'm ahead
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Next Day Comes Hard
02:19
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After the night is done I know I can have fun trying to sing with no voice
Broke vocal cords from the night before
Here's where I ask what I've asked a hundred times before:
How much did I drink last night?
We embarrassed our friends at the diner cuz we were loud
And that's why I can't sing today
So now it's that kind of day where it's okay to lay in a bed that's not yours
Stare at the ceiling, amazed you're not bored
Trying to find some kind of genuine expression
But lately that just leads to pointless depression
Because you don't remember why you do anything that you do anymore
It's just things that you do
You put this existence together for you, you should thank yourself
Send a message back in time and thank yourself
Send a message back in time and thank yourself
Send a warning back in time and save yourself
Well, it's not like you'd listen, it's you
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The Music In My Head
02:34
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And I think we are definitely getting somewhere near the end, I think, I think, I think
You must drink bleach
A moment of silence for your youth
For your convenience there's a restroom located in the rear of the coach
I did everything I was told
Where's my opportunity to waste my life making money?
But I understand, I know that you've gotta have your shit
So get to it, what's wrong with you
Wouldn't want your neighbors to get the better of you
I've discovered the secret of life
Yeah, after millennia of philosophers it was me to figure it out
The meaning of life is to keep busy, and that's it
There's no reward, there's no gold at the end of the rainbow
Keep busy so you don't have time to think about what you're missing
That's the secret.
It was pretty simple after all
Eat a leaf, chew on a flower, choke on a spider
How you keep busy, well, that's your problem
Me, I've got that covered
Luck is for those who can afford it
Even so, that's fine
Reality is 90% perception
The meaning of life is to keep yourself busy
I'm doing okay
I swear, when the missiles come, I hope they don't leave a damn thing
Like a twenty year old fax, you can make anything relevant
Convince yourself whatever
Blanket statement suicide
Redundant blowjob concepts
Ridiculous innuendos are amazing in drag
Vomit it all on the table of the last supper
There's nothing to lose, breaking the broken record
No money, no money, no money, no money, no money, no money, no money, no money, no money, no money, no money
Too late, too late, too late, too late
Dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead
No
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Jak Is A Four Letter Word New Orleans, Louisiana
this is for me, that is for you; pressure valve #24; justified melodrama; restraint chokes expression; trauma, subdued self-destruction, pure-O, emoting to eyes that hardly give a damn
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