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Kick it Down
03:16
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I got a dog named Yeah, I got a dog named Yeah, I got a dog named YADADADA! DADADADADA! (2x).
He's got a big ol' mouth, so ya better watch out!
He wont kick it down.
He wont kick it down, down down, you better kick it down, Yeah!
Down, down, down, you better kick it down, Yeah! (2x)
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Fruit of the Godz
06:35
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The spigot gives no water, we are without clean clothes tonight,
and as if we stuttered, begging for rain, the clouds begin to call our names, in the form of thunder, the road infested with our steps,
and the council wondered where we went, when not a single trace was left.
We are not alone, We've devoured the Fruit of The Gods, and now we're high-tail on the run, its the sun that keeps us under the gun. (2x)
From beer to wine we plunder, pillaging dashboards of their loot, and often wondered where we'd get when the face we've met saw our souls again, we're blind, together; tethered through ankle, and through neck; and the bodies measured to no content when the blood that spilled flowed in our cities again.
We are not alone, We've devoured the Fruit of The Gods, and now we're high-tail on the run, its the sun that keeps us under the gun. (2x)
There's a town by the edge of the river where the sun always comes around, but the children are unfortunate to inherent their parents debt.
Every midnight and mid-morning the elders come to town, and collect a hundred gold coins to throw in the bayou well.
The score will settle and the skies as well; the crops will grow, and the iron will weld in the village, to form the shape of a carousel.
But the river ran dry, the river ran dry.
In the City of Babylon, where you reside.
Oi!
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3. |
Stray Dog
07:00
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I eat my food from a garbage can. I run so far that I could barely stand. Hidin' under a bridge when it's raining on me. I eat what I want, and I drink what I please.
Cause' I'mma stray dog, ooooo' movin' on!
Yeah, I'mma stray dog; ooooo' I'm all alone!
ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo,
daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, dadadada!
ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo,
daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, dadadada!
Folks come close, but you know they can't touch. Teeth full of grease, and my fur full of dust. Chasing after my bitch when she's all in heat. Eat, shittin', and swim; fuck, then I repeat.
Cause' I'mma stray dog, ooooo' movin' on!
Yeah, I'mma stray dog; ooooo' I'm all alone!
ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo,
daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, dadadada!
ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo,
daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, dadadada!
When i die, I wanna be alone. Somewhere dark in a great big ball. But till' then I'll keep stumblin' along. Ears propped up when I've heard you wrong.
Cause' I'mma stray dog, ooooo' movin' on!
Yeah, I'mma stray dog; ooooo' I'm all alone!
ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo,
daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, dadadada!
ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo,
daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, dadadada!
I eat my food from a garbage can. I run so far that I could barely stand. Hidin' under a bridge when it's raining on me. I eat what I want, and I drink what I please.
Cause' I'mma stray, I'mma stray dog; I'm all alone! dadadada!
Yeah, I'mma stray, I'mma stray dog; I'm all alone! dadadada!
ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo,
daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, dadadada!
ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo,
daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, dadadada!
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4. |
Home Sweet Homeless
02:27
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My clothes are crusty; my boots are worn and dusty. I've been all across this country side. I'm tryin' to spange up food to eat, and a forty of Old E.
Livin' dirty ain't never bothered me.
I take my time, flying this here sign. I'm gon' stay here til the cops tell me to leave. I'm tryin' to rage up gas to get the fuck outta Dallas, and back into New Orleans.
Ladadada ladadadadad, Yeah Buddy!
Dadadadada, ladadada, dadadadadadada!
I hopped a boxcar out the Avondale Yard. I drifted off to sleep; but somewhere undetected, my car was disconnected. Now I'm driftin' through these knee high weeds.
My dog's a bum. He panhandles everyone even when he's had enough to eat. But this, I'd weigh the test. Well he's learned it from the best. Now he's a dirty kid, just like me.
Ladadada ladadadadad, Yeah Buddy!
Dadadadada, ladadada, dadadadadadada!
My clothes are crusty; my boots are worn and dusty. I've been all across this country side. I'm tryin' to spange up food to eat, and a forty of Old E.
Livin' dirty ain't never bothered me.
Ladadada ladadadadad, Yeah Buddy!
Dadadadada, ladadada, dadadadadadada!
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5. |
Condoms & Nom Noms
05:26
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I remember when you woke up on the wrong side of the bed. You're hands were on your head, you hadn't heard a single word that I had said; and I always told you that you were much better than this. But, I'm just kidding, we know very well that I'm not fooling any fool who knows you.
oooooooo, oooooooooooooo!
Let's do meth. Let's have sex on top of, who the fuck cares where? I hope that they're all watching. I hope that they're all counting seconds. Grinding their teeth, I bet; wouldn't they like us to be celibate, and abstinent.
And abstinent!
And abstinent, yeah,yeah,yeah,yeah,yeah!
And abstinent!
And abstinent, yeah,yeah,yeah,yeah,yeah!
You smell worst than me. I think your smile's great. I got a lot to give. I got a lot to take; and when you're out there flyin', I wanna let you know that I'l be right there dyin' to call your name, and watch you run across that interstate.
Let's do meth. Let's have sex on top of, who the fuck cares where? I hope that they're all watching. I hope that they're all counting seconds. Grinding their teeth, I bet; wouldn't they like us to be celibate, and abstinent.
And abstinent!
And abstinent, yeah,yeah,yeah,yeah,yeah!
And abstinent!
And abstinent, yeah,yeah,yeah,yeah,yeah!
I remember when you woke up on the wrong side of the bed. You're hands were on your head, you hadn't heard a single word that I had said; and I always told you that you were much better than this. But, I'm fucking kidding, we know very well that I'm not fooling any fool who knows you.
oooooooo, oooooooooooooo!
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6. |
Makes No ¢
04:18
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Labels are stupid and I don't respect them. If you wear any kind of uniform then you're dead to me. If you call yourself an oogle, dead head, or crust punk, chances are you're a delusional trust fund tramp. With money in the bank just in case
It doesn't matter to me how many trains you've hopped, how many miles you've hitched, how many cocks ya sucked. You're a lonely ass kid, just like me, with bullshit goals and unrealistic dreams. You're a wingnut, just like me. Bat shit crazy!
oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
We all got ways how we make shit happen. If at the end of the day nothing seems interesting, it's probably cause everything that you've said to me, and everyone is irrelevant to all.
All!
It doesn't matter to me how many trains you've hopped, how many miles you've hitched, how many cocks ya sucked. You're a lonely ass kid, just like me, with bullshit goals and unrealistic dreams. You're a wingnut, just like me. Bat shit crazy!
oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
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Kalamazoo
04:34
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I got off the floor, I didn't wake up first, and I won't be the last to be hung over. I just got slightly plastered in a town called Kalamazoo. Beautiful girls with gasoline drenched wicks, and they spin them around when they're on fire. It's hard to remember what, when the land lord's gettin' ya drunk.
Well all I learned is your porch is a place where the sun feels amazing and a circle's a circle!
A circle's a circle, and I simply can't imagine a better place to die than the big, green, blue, sphere we lay down on every night.
A circle's a circle, and I'll walk one big fucking circle every day; and every night until the pieces in my head begin to cultivate just right
Sometimes a stroll inside your head can be healthy to flow with your own motion. I Believe a carton of almond milk should be replaced with a keg. Sometimes two tabs can be too many, be careful, you might leave your mind wide open. When your sense of time is gone there's an infinite amount of space
Well all I learned is your porch is a place where the sun feels amazing and a circle's a circle!
A circle's a circle, and I simply can't imagine a better place to die than the big, green, blue, sphere we lay down on every night.
A circle's a circle, and I'll walk one big fucking circle every day; and every night until the pieces in my head begin to cultivate just right
A circle's a circle.
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8. |
Bloody Murder
06:30
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We all shall dine tonight in the dark depths of Valhalla and feast with legendary fear mongers. Sharpen your blade and senses, for when the sun begins to set, we'll ride through mountain ridges painting them red.
Escort the maiden to the sea and hold her head under the water, watch the air rise as she breathes. A harlot screams, bloody murder (2x)
A harlot screams, bloody murder!
With mason jars filled to the brim, dilated eyes emerge in sin, covering their bodies in kerosene. In blatant sight the flames ignite, dissolving minds and fragile spines, the suffrage lies within their bastard children.
Escort the maiden to the sea and hold her head under the water, watch the air rise as she breathes. A harlot screams, bloody murder. (2x)
A harlot screams, bloody murder!
Cracked cauldrons, Angel Trumpets, Nightshade, embrace a dying age.
Blood blisters burst when gripping iron wires.(2x)
Escort the maiden to the sea and hold her head under the water, watch the air rise as she breathes. A harlot screams, bloody murder. (2x)
A harlot screams, bloody murder!
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