1. |
Mouth Job
02:44
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she said that she wanted to give me a hand job
with her mouth
i talk to the women, i talk to the women
but it don't work out
turn off the god-damned electro-
static-magnetic-synthetic-torture device
her hands are all over my hands
way too tight
a woman with boots on is not gonna end well
from the look in eyes
some strategic placement of the sanitized hand gel
and it'll be all right
fucking her's like throwing a hot dog
down a hallway
she says she wants anal sex
but she don't wanna play
turn off...
she said that she wanted to give me a hand job
with her mouth
i talk to the women, i talk to the women
but it don't work out
fucking her's like throwing a hot dog
down a hallway
she says she wants anal sex
but she don't wanna play
turn off...
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2. |
Pontoon
02:34
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it's not real, it's time
it's not space, it's just an ocean
she'll blow you off
land in her sticky, wet juice
grab a board, build a pontoon
here we are upon the horn
oh man if this ain't one mother fucking bitch of a storm
60ft waves
crash aboard your midnight special
shattered masts, tattered sails
i don't have a paddle
i don't have a boat
i can only tell jokes
no need to float
it's not real, it's time
it's not space, it's just an ocean
she'll blow you off
land in her sticky, wet juice
grab a board, build a pontoon
dreaming of goats
waiting for the right note
she says she wants a toke
first she must cross my mote
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3. |
Tin Boat
02:05
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hamburger candle, kenny
jesus from walmart delivery
a long way, a long way from tennessee
in texas the livin' is easy
rest stop hooker is sleazy
3 men in one bed believe me
i can't sleep, i can't sleep, i cannot sleep
gun smoke, spider, and kennedy
5000 miles to find land hoe
5 dead rats in 1 tin boat
5 bucks for you and me to party
stand tall, proudly retarded
romans, spartans and marty
she's drunk, sedated and horny
5 states, 5 states in 1 day
smoke blunts, grape in new jersey
piss blood and bleed piss repeatedly
her chest is heaven in 3D
5000 miles...
segal's cool
and i'm blue
chicago
and i'm blue
with kung-fu
i'm blue, blue, blue, blue, blue
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4. |
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hardcore was over by the time i was 3
i thought punk was MTV
i got my first beating from football jocks in 93
the circle pit was never the place where i felt comradery
all rise for the new machine
synthetic ectasy
what you call a band
what you call a scene
it's just an amplified DJ nostalgia machine
you think your gang of four
it sounds like kenny g
your just an amplified DJ nostalgia machine
is that what you believe
or are you just not trying
do you really find
vampires, and animals and robots inspiring
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5. |
Trog
03:55
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my plan is simple
i'm a simple man
do what i say, or i'll eat you
i am a trog
you are a trog
i am the bigger trog
god hates you
i build the bridges
i build the roads
stick out your tongue and i'll feed you
i am a god
you are a god
i am the greater god
god hates you (so very much)
critters ate my bread crumbs
now i can't find my way home
think i'm gonna stop to sleep under the bridge
and i'll eat my friends
cause they'd eat me if i gave 'em the chance
cause they're not my friends
and i ain't no friend
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