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Never was there an odor more vile and vulgar than a whiff of this guy that I knew. His face was a beet, had melons for feet and he’d eat live cats while they mewed
Hardly 5’3’’, much thinner than me, his appetite bordered on lewd
Ate himself into jail and emptied his pail, screamed, threatened and begged for more food
His life was short and strange
Remembered by too few
Comment-allez vous?
Does hell have better food?
Once he ate 2 dozen snakes and washed it all down with a bull
All this in one sitting while groaning and shitting and praying in vain to feel full
Back out on the street, his sentence complete, he came by to borrow my pencil
He said he’s meeting his face, lamenting the date he devoured that golden utensil
His life was short and strange
Remembered by too few
Comment-allez vous?
Does hell have better food?
His epitaph neatly printed, he strained, struggled and squinted
Though he was widely despised, neighbors pitied his cries and had him hospitalized
Making iron but no precious metal, nothing could improve his fettle
A morphine drip and some water to sip, and they saw that his affairs were settled
Hungry beyond all reason, he slipped out the infirmary’s yard
Found dead on the street, mouth full of raw meat, amid rumors he dined in the kids’ ward
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Bank at the Bank
04:00
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Closed down buildings are the best for breaking in, and flipping out
I know you probably hardly notice a beat up bank, or an empty lot, so
As long as I can look around, check myself and stomp down hard on some bolts
Let the pain wash over me and feel it fade like a wasted day, oh
A wide and balanced stance, trying to advance, a much needed chance
To arrange my scrambled plans swirling in my head
It weighs me down like lead
Nothing will do instead
Boarded up drug stores always remind me of the signs we took
And we pushed, pushed away
To find a place we felt unseen
And tried to get a clean one
Nothing will do instead
I’ll come back to you again
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We’ve all tuned our screens to the damndest of scenes then flipped them back and called it dull or depressing
Then got on with our lives with it rationalized as a problem for some brighter mind’s addressing
But when you’re next on the list to feel cruelty’s swinging fist, youll find your vain distractions much less pressing
And when it’s your house in flames and your concern is dodging blame, it would seem you’ve missed a fundamental lesson
Didn’t mean to proselytize
I think we can reach some compromise
I won’t blame you, you won’t blame me
We’ll all be blameless and fucked
Dire warnings from afar no longer preset in your car, cause the details, honestly, are boring
You’ve done all you can do or at least what you’ve got around to
And who needs doom and gloom to start their morning?
But when its your turn to ride along that fatal tide unheard cries will replace your mocking snoring
And when you’re floating away do you really think you’ll say, at least its not my fault that its pouring
Didn’t mean to proselytize
I think we can reach some compromise
I won’t blame you, you won’t blame me
We’ll all be blameless and fucked
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Mama Tried
02:12
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Hey!
Never thought that I could get away with half the risks I’ve took to date
Gonna pull some shit, you gotta do it quick
Least that’s what you always told me
Jumping at the chance makes the man
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Brutal Noodle
02:11
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Goosebumps Video Game
00:59
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Goosebumps video game
You could pick your nose twice while its painting a frame
Beware of evil pixels out to murder and maim
Its the spooky windows NT goosebumps video game
Goosebumps video game
There’s a spooky evil dummy with Slappy for a name
Beware of evil dummies when you’re playing the game (what game?)
The spooky evil goosebumps dummy video game (oh)
Goosebumps video game
Slappy reached right through the screen and stole the disk for the game
Now its that spooky evil dummy’s windows NT spooky evil dummy’s goosebumps low-frame video game
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Bucknasty Boulevard
04:34
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Been numbing myself cause its easier
Than processing things and feeling hurt
Pushing myself in any direction
Breaks off into pieces that all need attention
Energy’s zapped and I got no gumption
Pat myself on the back for continuing function
Don’t want to invite any sympathy
Got myself in this mess yeah its all me
Uh oh I think I been here before, turn around, where’s the light?
Here before last time I just slipped by
Here before last time I made it out
Hiding truths from myself I don’t really want to find yet
Not traveling to the dark side of my mind yet
Its a nice place to visit, got a lot to take in
But staying too long means less chance of escaping
Im holding tight here just working on my mind state
Playing games by myself and counting the passing days
I have three things to do and can’t seem to choose one
Turn it over and over and finally wind up with none
Uh oh I think I been here before, turn around, where’s the light?
Here before last time I just slipped by
Here before last time I made it out
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Slobs
05:02
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Its bright, its early
The night is blurry
Feel guilty, let things slip
Gotta find something to do to take my mind off it
The sun’s beating down
I step out, blow a smoke cloud
A haze is good for now
Im switching up my way down
Its fine, I handle my shit when I’m taking sips, but I’m throwing ‘em back
It might be too much to take cause wasting a day just ain’t what it used to be
I don’t think I got it in me to act like normal if you talk to me
The weekend is over and I’ve gone
And made myself sick in the head again
Verse 2, struggling broken fragments
of ideas buried in my notepad
Its fun to write these songs
Like making love with a mask on
Intimate, anonymous, close up, but distant
Its fine, I handle business, time to go all in, I got nothing to hide
I don’t like keeping secrets but lately I been thinking, might give it a try?
I don’t think I got it in me to act like normal if you talk to me
The weekend is over and I’ve gone
And made myself sick in the head again
I don’t think I got it in me to act like normal if you talk to me
Or function out there in society
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