1. |
Smear Campaign
01:20
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this is what i know:
smear campaigns make me want to be forever seventeen
it's hard to know what to say
when my skin's all pulled and twisted
and you're screaming in my face
"every day is my fucking birthday"
secondhand lipstick and government coke
is a bender and flannel inspired joke
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2. |
Morning Gong
04:13
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the sun rings out like a morning gong
there are some places you can't come back from
i don't mean burlington. okay.
i shower in the dark and count my body parts
the faucet laughs so i don't know where to start
the drain just sighs and yawns. okay.
the sun rings out like a morning gong
there are some places you can't come back from
and I don't mean burlington,
I mean methamphetamine.
okay.
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3. |
Swing Song
02:35
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Hey rat trap, batter up, take a stab and settle down
cat got your tongue-tied to the roof of your mouth
you've got nothing to say when there's no one around
but through your yellow teeth, your thoughts come rushing out
i ain't smart enough to smile, but i'm dumb enough to try
i'm too high to talk, but i need to do crimes
i'm frenzied and deprived, hand me your keys
every man has a prison and my prison is mine
hey chickenshit i've seen you've made the list
keep your head down while you're led by the wrist
all i ask is that you save me a warm spot in hell
i can tell by your tracks exactly where you fell
i ain't smart enough to smile, but i'm dumb enough to try
i'm too high to talk, but i need to do crimes
i'm frenzied and deprived, hand me your keys
every man has a prison and my prison is mine. it's mine.
do you get off on being scary?
i lost more than friendship
when i proposition Mary.
all you had to do was pick up the fucking phone.
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4. |
Bad Country
01:50
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I’m bored of the song
I‘m bored of driving
I'm drinking and thinking of drinking and driving
Lay your head in the passenger seat
This is bad country
There are stranger things in the night
In darker corners, and they're hungry
I'm tired of fucking, and fucking's tired of me
I am bored of singing, and singing's bored of me
Is this worth it?
If hate is a seed then i am a ripe fruit tree
I'm so fucking bored
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5. |
Agent of Failure
03:17
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Agent of Failure
fork-tongued laugher
open him, no rest
lift the veil, Acolyte
Sycophant, show him
displayed
kiss me
in truer desolation
wed him to humiliation
a lesson in gossip and struggle and disgust
let lungs fear breath
Chorus, give abandon
and judgment and judgment and judgment
and burn
traitor, sodomite
eat yourself and choke
baptized in blood and urine
look at my smiling face while you weep
Dead is you.
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6. |
Spirit Wife
02:21
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What's more intimate than a girl and her knife?
Carving in the bedframe, letter by letter:
"what's a life for a life"
If it means i get to love you tonight?
I think i figured out how to become your spirit wife
Oh, you little blusher
Oh, my bedwetter
What a sucker
What's more intimate than a girl and her knife?
Bloodletting night after night
What's a knife for a knife
If it means I get to cut you tonight?
I think i figured out how to become your spirit wife
Oh, you little blusher
Oh, my bedwetter
What a sucker
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7. |
Gag
03:00
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I gag and gag for days and days
Well I like to start my day with a gun in my mouth
The sun on my face
Illuminating my disgrace
When I go to bed, I mean,
I find myself in bed
I wiggle and I giggle with the blankets on my head
No amount of sage you burn could burn the trace away
The trail of blood I bled, well I bled it there to stain
No amount of sage you burn could burn the trace away
The smell alone is gunna make me
Gag and gag for days
I gag
No amount of sage
Will burn the trace away
The trail of blood that I had bled
Well I bled it there to stain
Well, I'm vain
Yeah, I'm bitter
Blfghblfhbghfbfghgbffhfbgbrbrbdbf
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8. |
Kiss
02:21
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I want you to kiss me
I want you to kill me
I want you to cry when I'm not around
I don't wanna be around when you cry
I'm sorry I said that
I take it back
“You can't take that back”
I hope that you can do all the things that you need to do
to learn to be okay with the things you've done;
to learn to be okay with the man you've decided to become
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9. |
Storyteller
04:14
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Can you please rip off my body?
This is nothing transcendental
Nor the prospering of my soul
Can you please rip off my body?
Cause I can only seem to do it slowly
I came to the waterfront to get all coastal
Now look at me, going all postal
Can you please rip off my body,
Before it gets caught in my belly?
And I wretch out something irreparable
Or I shit out something unforgivable
Can you please rip off my body?
Hey Mrs. Virgin, I'm Mr. Meth-breath
It's raining, so kiss me like in the movies
I'm a god damn crackhead
Hey Mrs. Isthisit? I'm Mr. Watchmethrowatwelvehourfit
Where I cry like a bitch
Yeah, I cry like a fucking bitch
Can you please rip off my body?
From the whip to it’s crack
And the jones to the lapse
Let's see what I shit out next
From the itch to the gash
From the bitch on my lap
Let's see what I shit out next
Blood.
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10. |
...and into the Jungle
02:26
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...have you figured it out yet? well, have you? the riddle that puts the us in nauseous and fault in concrete and asphalt. these are the lords of the will of the weeds and blue moon abortions, pulling the tide of their red-dressed child. cesarean sun, show me the static lakes transmitting unknown intentions from unknown predators. catalogue this. burning plumage fizzles and pops into black sparks until you're left with what? entropy? and a more abstract monologue? catalogue this. numb from numbered days and autumns rock bottoms. old ruins come alive as neighbors gather and nearing sirens sing songs in harmony with passing clouds which would later weep. you can't crush the mountain, so salt the shield. catalogue this. cash the cheque. catalogue this. the unattended dead end roads of industry laugh their last laugh; meanwhile, diesel fumes just mumble so catalogue this. you put the pale in impaled and it's all you have left as the black bells chime from the jungles of night.
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