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(lyrics at the beginning are kind of nonsense but here are the new lyrics for that part which you would hear on a theoretical live version)
What has been done to all my things
You found and passed by
You seemed to imply
We're all humans
We interact
And how humans, erect
Get all cold
The clouds are parting now
and signatures are flying out
newspapers everywhere
the world is coming to an end
and i want this to stop happening
i'm living in a dream that came back to life this morning
how do i live with myself knowing that you're dead
i'm on the inside and i'm not even alive at all it's true
you're just walking around
and seeing what you can find
yourself your life, myself my life
for the best i'm done too
I know there's a cause you found
what you found
i'm living in a dream and you can't come back to me
i'm dead
I'm walking outside of my brain
you're holding something
what's that sound
what's that sound you're making
it's eerie
it's scaring me
i'm living in a dream
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2. |
Reapplying Face Tat
02:58
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hard to find a new tat in the shape of dinosaur
it's hard to find temporary tattoos
knocking around the table's fish bowl blind blind blind
daniel radcliffe uncredited as face tat guy
reapplying your face tat can be, let's face it, a little hard
it's not hard when you follow simple directions
i'm just gonna sit back here and smell the roses
you're not gonna have time, your face tat whine
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3. |
Chording Done Bird
02:42
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chording done bird again
stereo has a lick of sense about him
called yesterday and said can't factory
too sick got the ouch on
turn it on
the tv i mean sick to the stereo gotta cop a pay figure
again stuck hospital wheel me outta
bird done chord me again according to protocol
chording done bird
chording done bird again
stereo has a lick of, 's got a of
gone to the hospital, wheel me outta wheel me outta wheels
oiwerglakjb til the wings fall out
chording done bird (again)
spacing out in your apartment
sleazy drills up in your bed
life in line is your big talker
none in line talk faster
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4. |
Easter Sunday
06:48
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in a room with seven dogs, couches turn green
room full of relatives, make friends
the sky is a wall at night, it's the morning gray
it's your spring it's your time, no rabbits no carrots no eggs
maybe in time i'll grow to change my mind about it
my family came up to stand beside all that passed
it came to pass
a fellow cousin or maybe a figure it was all i could ask
it wasn't fast
it took some time it didn't rhyme it took some time
it didn't pass
there's no time get it out of the way
the day was Easter Sunday
sticking with something easter sunday
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5. |
Empty Dadys Only
04:03
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well there's right and wrong
in a society of daddies where the only thing keeping us together
is the fact that the big dong in the sky hasn't shattered our floors
with bolts of lightning cum
and he's nice about it
he doesn't flirt around it
our god in the sky repeat after me, he's loving and kind but
he's into the empty sort of guy
or is he
or what
i don't wanna trim my hair
i wanna look nice
i don't need to shave
what will the guys think
suppress any thought on
i wanna look clean
not real bear twink dichotomy
this isn't clean
turn around
this isn't clean
back to the storyboard
ten times my age in a mudslide
victory for big sky daddy
it's photoshoot time and i'm taking off my muscles
you're right it makes most sense
to feel like i gotta live up to some standard
and i don't wanna but it's cool and
i'm gonna drown in drool i just wanna sleep in your clouds
i just wanna fall asleep on tv i just wanna be paid for our anniversary
don't kid yourself i don't like you either
i'm tired of this shit i gotta go i got big plans
i'm gonna shit on this stage i'm gonna go all out
fuck this fuck this fuck this don't fuck with me
he's empty
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6. |
Eighth Roasted's
02:38
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painting my skin
painted eighths roasted
pulled off a bear, tugged off a bear in the woods
bears don't cum
eighths roasted
trimming the shrubs may 9th 2008
there is no bike path anymore
i'm roasting
i'm roasting
saw my brother outside ancient fence
topical, nails drawn, claws drawn
i'm blogging i'm roasting
eighths roasted
sweating through skin
lots of love for it and in
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7. |
Pioneer Girl Graduates
01:54
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rub off the lipstick on your arm
you were kissing your arm
you were sleeping in class
while the teacher read from text
it is friday morning driving back from school
it's your summer it's your sun
poking out through trees
the road is a tunnel through a neighborhood forest
you're back again
you open a tube of lip gloss
it's full of glitter and gold and vacuum
like a vacuum it sucks you inside
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8. |
Lines
02:58
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a lion's rotting face
all the flies are falling off
the fly paper and their necrotic sperm is floating around
in the dishes or whatever
all boys can play guitar
all girls can play basketball
all people can drink water from a lake with algae in it
dissolving a lion's rotting face
there are flies buzzing above
they're laying eggs in the water
i scoop out the water
and drink
i pour it onto myself
a lion's rotting face
all boys can play guitar
all girls can play basketball
all people sitting in their homes
on their computers
smelling bread dough
waiting for bread dough to rise
looking in their refrigerator
dissolving a lion's rotting face
there are four lines
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9. |
Cursed Cowboy Ass
01:16
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he writes to say that
"you just don't open up!
"you'd rather spend your time making up big stories."
what he lacks YOU feed him, into a big ol' room
it's parched, it's rough and he took it out of skin
he writes, "C-U-R-S-E-D"
above your tailbone
he's right, he's right
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10. |
Kill Me With Cum
06:00
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don't kill me with your cum
it's just a poster of Wesley Willis
there's no reason to be upset
don't point that thing at me
miles and miles beneath earth
40 pounds of cum await birth
no volcanoes of cum, just seeping out
into our collective mouths
don't shoot me with your cum
it's just a bit of burnt on the top
you can just scrape it off
the streets are ruined there's no reason to be mad
miles and miles beneath earth
there exists a pound of clean shirts
no stains no broth but it's shooting out
into our collective mouths
miles and miles beneath earth
40 pounds of cum await birth
no volcanoes, cum just spurting out
into our collective mouths
there's a train coming through town
where Melty Dadys hang out and fuck around
they've got spears and pitchforks and big balloons
earth is cum and cum is glue
don't change your mind don't change your hair
don't make me dinner i'll be fair
i just wanna sleep in your clouds
as cum dribbles into our collective mouth
he's spinning he's circling the earth
outside the earth
looking down from mars
looking through a glass plate
when the earth devolves to cum
three will ascend to the stars
where we'll all have a talk
and we'll all...
kill me with cum
kill me with your cum
kill me with cum
kill me with your cum
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