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Double Shot Espresso
02:21
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Wrote myself into a corner last night and then I sat down
Monkeying around and listening to records all day in the yard
Flower pots flowing into a puddle of my guilt and shame
I just cant settle for anything less than nothing at all
Drank a cup of black coffee this morning then I laid down
Fell about three feet into my couch and then
I drowned
Felt the carpet between my toes and when you called
There was nobody on the other end
nobody
no one at all
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2. |
Call Me Clorox
01:18
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Chewing on the candy
Licorice
Drowning all the fish
You could lick the dish
Just like this
You could suck a dick
Come around, put the dog down
I'm a beef hound
Listen to the castrator
I'm an orchestrator
Let me eat your Band-Aid
I don't fuck with Kool-Aid
I could drink a can of Raid
Call me Patty Mayonaise
Green
Tea
Chocolate
Cheese
Jenna
Ci
Onya
Knees
Call me Clorox
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3. |
Black Lung Dance
02:55
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Doing the black lung dance, sitting down, and coughing
Everyone moving around
Feels kind of awful
Everyone moving on
Not like me
Not like us
We keep sitting and talking for much longer than we probably should
We probably should get going now
We probably should
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4. |
Over Ya Knee
02:16
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Burning
Like a cherry bomb, merry round
Yearning in the woodchip elevated running grounds
Certain
There's another one going down
Be certain
There's another one coming round
Ice pick sticking in the mud of the weary sounds
Ugly
Wearing down the thoughts of the PAW
Break the T.V.
Change the channel
J.C.
"You can't see me"
Break it
Over ya knee
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Shinzt
02:07
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I'll be fine, I'll be alright
I could probably go to sleep now and wake up in a little while
I could sit here with you
We could pull my hair out and we could stick it back on with glue
All day with you
And you could pour the gasoline until it's running down my chin
And when I start to cough you could kick me in the shins
Are you okay? Do you feel Alright?
I could probably catch a ride home and come back in a little while
And you could paint all over my body
With your Mother's lipstick
And we could take all of our clothes off
Have sex until we're sick
And we could punch each other's eyes until they're black and blue
And it would be okay because I'm in love with you
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Carl Wheezer
02:18
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Don't it feel good to get picked up?
Eat the peach with the gold flake in the red cup
Cut the ketchup packet open with the scissors
Let it pour, let it pour, let it rain
Better watch yourself, get your head knocked
OFF
Open up the bottom of your sink drain
Let it pour over my head, into my ears, soak in my brain
Chop the top off
spit shine the Goldilocks
Bury it with alcohol
Clean it up with the gas
Chilling at Pacific East
Roll it up in seaweed
Saucin' up the rice bowl
Imma eat your bankroll
Gonna shave you down
Make the carpet brown
I could make you kiss the ground
(Leave the body around)
I could be still lick the window sill
Chew up my pills, sushi on my grill
I'll be having a good time just eating my krill
That's right
I'm a whale mother fucker
whatchu talkin' bout
Fuck what you're talking bout
I will never hit the ground running
(There's another one coming)
I don't know what you mean
Fuck a porn magazine
I'll eat a Lean Kid Cuisine and fuck a Cheerio ring
Inside the jelly scene
Lies a hidden cream
You could swing a ball peen
I could rip my spleen
Carl Wheezer
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