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Coco
03:07
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Morning
Time to get the very first chore in
As she pampers the skin
With two hours of coddled attention
‘Cause time looks the best
When you dress dead bodies
Nocturnal squirrels
Moshin’ in Allston
Rat City
Getting giddy with the friends we pick
Drinkin’ down stories some folks don’t sip
Blonde, hips, quirky black lipstick
Do not panic, organic satanic
The girl we know by the name Coco
Not a musician, but a mortician
Her art exhibition stops decomposition
By making incisions where no one touches grandma
Rubbing freckled skin, Coco grins and begins
Spinning with the ever charming thrill of embalming
No picky nagger, just a…
Sticky cadaver
Lathered in soap
Trusting Coco won’t grope
Her Frankenstein valentine, eager to appear divine
Like a naked rose exposed on a silver plate
Sewing mouth and eyeballs closed
Gives Coco a peaceful date
To make up their final expressions
Down with thrash metal helps a morbid session
When my caterpillar dies
I’mma let Coco make me
A punk butterfly
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2. |
Same Damn Song
02:26
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There’s a demon livin’ inside of me
Though it begs I don’t let him breathe
Dopey smoke all he receives
That demon livin’ inside of me
Ex-girlfriend partying through my thoughts
Testing demons without my watch
Innocence she all debauched
That ex-girlfriend in my thoughts
There’s a friend in pain by my lonely hand
On the love of his choice when he left the band
Don’t you see baby, I cannot stand
That friend in pain by my lonely hand
I sing the same damn song every night
Maybe that’s why things don’t change
Ain’t got nothing to do today
Except drink my budget ’til I can’t pay
Round it past twenty these substances
Are costing more than my years
Stealing pot from a vacationed roommate
At a grandparent’s funeral or something to celebrate
So hooked I don’t consider his state
Stealing from a roommate
Morbid interest attracts me to road kill
Car crashes, bar fights, wherever the blood spills
Demise of control sparks a peek at thrill
Morbid interest attracts me to road kill
I sing the same damn song every night
Maybe that’s why things don’t change
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Mr. Lucky
03:39
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Mr. Lucky, watch me drive on by
Me and my best friends messed up just right
Rollin’ to a party
I’m Mr. Lucky, fucky fuck behind a wheel
Me and my best friends messed you up right
Rollin’ to a party
When we arrive
Sometimes I think I
Should have been drunk inside that car
Right next to you
Fucked with DUI
While I watch my friend drive away
In the rear view
I’m Mr. Lucky
Don’t nothin’ touch me
Mr. Lucky, fucky fuck behind the wheel
Me and my best friends just might just might
Narrowing percentages
With a big surprise
Sometimes I think I
Should have gone head on with a truck
Murdering a family
And just plain shit out of luck
I’m Mr. Lucky
Don’t nothin’ touch me
Been pushing the devil on a beat up motorcycle
Seeing how fast life goes in the dark
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Planned Parenthood
03:00
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She wrapped his head in a cellophane bag
Asked “How’s it compare to sensations felt before?”
Before, he locked eyes and smiled
Clueless words drunk in desire
Before
At least when he jerks
He feels his own hand
Get it in
What happened?
He found a bug in Boston from a certain special friend
Which one, who knows, think down the list
Pray it ain’t at the end
All those sniffly travelers down that worn out beaten road
All that skepticism, could it be he was that dirty hoe?
You gotta go to Planned Parenthood
Because all of you
Could be ripe with some fucked up mischief
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Tipping objectifies women
Tipping objectifies men
(but mainly women)
Make what you need to make do
Not take what I ain’t charged for
It’s a moral tollbooth
With every beer we buy
Without it they can’t feed themselves
Why?
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Got a blank that needs some solvin’
Or I’ll test it with another trigger
Keep on smoking, inhaling dope and
Problems keep getting bigger
Did all the bills lose my address
Or am I just a stressed avoider?
Ignoring the day in a bed never made
Boiling in disorder
Curious to the bliss of death
Scared how it stains the day
So hard to play when the mood is sour
Fingers cold and the mind is sold
Only warmth is fetal in the shower
Power lost with the drop of the shovel
Vanishing in vacation hours
Muscle now rubble, shaking from limbs
Within, too thin
Where to begin?
Dirty dish
Beg to be scrubbed away
Though not today, my old friend
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Stuck
02:13
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I don’t know if I’ll see you again
And all I want is our feet in foreign sand
Don’t sleep right any more
Betraying every girl I fuck
When I’m still stuck to you
And now it seems
I’m hurting souls like you hurt me
When I can’t stop daydreaming of your face
And now it seems
I’m burning souls like you burned me
When I can’t stop daydreaming of your face
What am I to do
I don’t know if I’ll see you again
And all I want is our feet in foreign sand
Don’t sleep right any more
Betraying every girl I fuck when I’m still stuck to you
What do I do?
Shut it out
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8. |
Stem Without a Rose
03:44
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Stem without a rose
Can’t find the reason
Maybe it’s your season
For slouching in the breeze
Without a rose
A stem can pretend
You’ve got a rose
No rhyme or reason
Caught off season
And now bake in that sun (with your new rose)
Or are you just a stem that pretends?
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9. |
Skinny Pigeon
02:46
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Skinny Pigeons on you
And they wish to dish you pain
Launching from the gutter
In a dive bomb for your brain
You’d better look up friend
You’d better look twice
Or you’ll be that sucker
And you will pay the penalty
(Unsterilized beak)
What’s that in the sky
It’s coming right for your face
Duck
Fly; we’ll not let you escape
Flight
Picks you in a public place
Skinny Pigeons on you and they wish to dish you pain
Launching from the gutter in a dive bomb for your brain
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Baby Fish
03:36
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China
Baby fish
Three foot salamander hot pot dish
Living on night trains
With nothing to do
Except spark another cigarette
And pretend that it’s food
Living on night trains
Preservative stew
Living on night trains
It’s all looking at you
Don’t panic
Enjoy the taste of the visual shock
Mountains staircase ages, to the land of rising sun
Tiger’s free on tap, must be in paradise
Rollin’ dice, don’t know the rules, but we’re all getting drunk
As communist cats in a Mao Livehouse cellar
Traveling bender with emotional friends
Dinner with Gunnar, the man who hates drummers
Don’t jiggle his pecs, put his knee in your chest
The dogs in the streets put the fleas in your sheets
Best beware what you eat in this feast of the East
Don’t touch the puppies
Puppies give you scabies
I told you not to touch it
(I know, but I wanted to touch it)
I’ll touch it…
Mao means cat in Chinese!
“Mao,” said the communist cat
Exterminate the rats
Tankman
I am just a baby fish
In a Chinese hot pot dish
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Zombie Nazi Pirate
02:30
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This government’s no better than a zombie Nazi pirate
Terrorist, imperialist, suck a serial rapist kiss
And dismiss the scent of their side-bitch shag
Power coward hungry on a chubby belly roam
Coffee-tweaking button pushers safe
Within your Vermont home of the free
Superiority has claimed morality
A unique metal angel shining through the sky
Melting the bewildered when the signal triggers die
Hey, predator drone
Better leave those kids alone
Flying with the angels you can catch a deadly rancid scent
Wafting over borders in a smog clogged with innocence
And denial of choosing the spot to play
Pray
You can pretend that a soccer ball’s what killed your friend
And if you pick another sport
That gruesome shit wont happen again
Pray you can pretend
Is it even worth it to play?
It isn’t even worth it to play
Hey, predator drone
Better leave those kids alone
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Whiny Pants
01:52
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Whiny pants
Why you whine so much?
You know you whine too much
Fuck the bass player
You dick
You know you’ve had enough
You twat
And now your time is up
Why?
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Together
04:09
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We’re together
My girlfriend wears bruises when I’m a sloppy cuddler
Drowning her in a moment of brief happiness
Not around
My dad ain’t a bad guy
Just ain’t the right guy to have a child
And show him what its like to hang around
Not around
Are we lucky if they don’t stay to make it last?
Was I lucky my dad wasn’t there to kick my ass?
Don’t worry baby, I’ll be downstairs
And don’t worry Dad, I’m gonna fly to Europe
We’ll be together
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14. |
Who Will Melt First
02:06
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Who will melt first, the ice or me?
Marinating in a splash of whiskey
With all those things that could ever be
I’m wonderin’ who will melt first
Be it the ice or me?
And who will rebuild that ashtray city?
Constructed with stories and a little more whiskey
With all those things people say we should do
Tell me who will rebuild that city
And who will complain about the noise of my tunes?
Bitchy neighbors, my solution: they can find another room
Because the only thing that I intend to do
I’m gonna melt with my drink, and repeat this tune
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