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Cemetery Slopestyle
01:31
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I'm a little bit country
Shot most guns before my teens
So fucking lucky
All things considering
I'm a little bit rock ‘n roll
Shot through my second spleen
So fucking lucky
All things considering
Pretty much an animal
And a slave to sound
System (t)error
Override
I smoke war hash
Just don't give a fuck
Drink beer and burn shit up
Eat a fat cock
Take all your dreams
And everything that's clean
Put it in a bucket to piss in
You just won't fucking get it
You'll never get it
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Karma As A Tour Manager
03:48
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Never been this far from the ocean before
The lack of a breeze leaves a cold unease
And in its place there is a sound
Like someone trying not to make a sound
Crawling along the hot tarmac
My whole body a raw wound
You’ll understand paranoia much better
If you just start following me around
Don’t want to travel in slow motion anymore
Can’t hear a god damned thing
Except that one ghost sing
Everything’s a big bright blur
And the tide has surely turned
Now why did I burn the map?
There’s no chance in hell I’ll find my way back
But new roads will open up
New paths will have to be learned
Not much left out here
Just dirt and despair
Not much left out here
Keep searching
Keep digging
Keep digging for air
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Hairy Palms
03:55
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Was this guy, didn't look like much
And he sure as hell didn't try
From what I heard, he was in a sect or something
Wanted the whole world to die
Never got laid
So he raised an army of ugly middle class white men
They'll have a great circle jerk party
Blaming everybody else
Like a virgin
Staying at mom’s on a welfare check
Got all the time to be online
Creep up real close and watch you
Through the all seeing eye
I'd have more sympathy for you
If you didn't whine
I mean i got friends more ugly
But they're pretty inside
Alone in his room with the blinders down
Online he leads a tribe under black pill crown
Inside lives a worm nearing final form
In time he’ll burn them all just to feel warm
Still you’re so privileged
So who wants to look at your dick?
While the world is going to shit
So who wants to look at your dick?
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Crop Circle Jerk
04:02
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White noise revelation, crop circle jerk
Tin foil hat nomination, you come in first
Congratulations
Eyes wide shut
Brought to fear by reading captions
You’re not the only one
Watch out it’s the eight wonder
Brought to you by a snake charmer
He can cure all your troubles
Spark the reign of a new world order
Proud owner of a golden shovel
Just say no (science is bad)
These stones have healing powers
No they don’t
Just say no
Because there’s more
Haters will hate and fools will follow
Third reich ’n’ roll tomorrow
Facist tool do you feel empowered?
I hope you burn in hell
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Smokes, Let's Go
03:22
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In a terrible state in this terrible state
Maybe I should pick up smoking again?
Before it’s too late
Violent feral static
As far as the eye can see
It’s closing in
Feel free to name your tumor after me
Thank god, the meds are working
Bring on the false spring
Ruin hedonism for everyone
Burn through every sin
Left behind
To wade through the grime
Change really comes one funeral at a time
Chase a light unseen
No ghost in the machine
A terrible mistake in this terrible state
Maybe I should pick up smoking again?
I do like the taste
Violent feral static
As far as the eye can see
It’s closing up
And I seem to have lost the key
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6. |
Molten Pig
03:16
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Yeah I'm a junkie
Cravings can’t deplete
And I want
I need my molten pig
Inflammation riddles me
I treat it with sugar kane
There’s an itch in my reptile brain
Burn that bridge when we get there
I want to be Jackie Molasses
Clog my veins, sprinkle my ashes
All my cigarettes are cancer free
Oh my god, I’m losing teeth
I’d rather be high and thin
Get my fix from the real thing
So fucking give me my medicine
Gimme treats, I wanna feast
Like having sex knowing you get STDs
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Nerve Salad
03:36
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Not a penny for your thoughts
Still I walk on eggshells around your emotions
Yeah you're such a man, I can smell it
Take a few steps back
Don't run no game but my own
No, I won't stare you in those amphetamine eyes
Looking for a fight
Gonna step?
Get swept
Nobody got time for that shit
I'm non violent
I mean I got some moves
If this gets stupid
I’ve seen all the movies
Been fighting my brother since we were kids
So yeah I got some skills
And I read up
Check my facts pretty often
I read the Daily Globe
Among others
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Hydroponic Youth
03:53
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They came at night
In the dead of dark
With a shimmer of light
To ignite the spark
New tongues move
Building something greater
So do we march now
Or prepare to swim later?
Another year
Another terrible drought
She said:
"Why sit inside when all hope has run out?"
It’s just the future of history after all
So do we strike now
Or prepare to lose the war?
Each and every step
Sinks deeper in the mire
We need to act
Like our house is on fire
Fill the barrels up
Stack them ever higher
We need to act
Like our house is on fire
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10. |
You Do The Meth
03:08
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Indoctrinated
By the tender age of three
Groomed to be
Another perfect worker bee
At thirteen
She started slipping through the cracks
Now she spends most of her days
On her back
Making money for smack
Oh no! We’ve lost all control
So throw your corpse
Among the proles
The mold’s been broken since 1864
Eat your young
Bury their bones beneath the floor
Invalidated
From the gentle age of nine
Doomed to be
Damaged by design
If given a chance
And not a million tests
Maybe she wouldn’t be lactating meth
From her withering breasts?
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