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Saturday Parade
02:13
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Saturday parade, Saturday parade!
Iron side soldiers, whiskey faced, selling lemonaide.
Quarterbacks in Cadillacs who didn't need to shave.
Warm weather thaws out this town.
Where are we from? Same place we always was!
Selectmen press flesh and infect your head,
but don't think about it, just watch the marching-band-mess.
Saturday parade lesbians and gays
rainbow-ed it up last year and thank God they've gone away.
Wrinkle-titted bitches lifting infants to the fray,
nosing at the Jones' and the chickens that they baste.
Clowns with painted on frowns
weave between the softball team as candy hits the ground.
Where are we from? Same place we always was!
Same place we always was!
Saturday parade!
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2. |
Richmond
02:51
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Mishaps stain the pavement and the bumpers look like faces
of the nameless and the hated, forever in the way.
Can't unwind for driving, dipping down and climbing
'Cause I'm coming out of hiding, and I've took all I can take.
She's a human of the New-Earth, and she's digging at the sutures.
She's staking out the future, but she won't give you a break.
All the heating pads and pain pills
from the South-West to the Maine hills,
Couldn't cure the way my brain feels.
A man needs sanctuary.
She's a human of the New-Earth.
She's digging at the sutures,
and she won't give you a break.
Although she is a good girl,
She panics when they push her.
All the grocers and the butchers,
Get the cans and then the meat.
She's a fuckin' slutty bitch-cunt,
She spent the night in Richmond
When she should have been with me.
U.S.A.! U.S.A.! You!
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3. |
On My Feet
03:08
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On my feet, I can't afford to sleep.
Walk a hundred blocks with legs of ground up meat.
Eyes bloody mines, burning in the belly,
hell, we bean grind with our teeth
I'll kill if you will.
Still drinks and pills, rest for thirty seconds in the truck outside the mill.
Bill chucks the drill, puts em where he wants em
He's the master of his will, no one knows where he goes
Panic in the rafters, cobwebs in his clothes
I'll kill if you will.
I'll kill. I'll kill.
On my feet I can't afford to sleep.
Walk a hundred blocks with legs of ground up meat.
Eyes sunken mines, fire in the belly,
hell, we grind it with our teeth.
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4. |
Amanda
02:51
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Me and Amanda, blissful in tandem.
Sometimes I smile 'til my face breaks open.
She's my mainstay, she feels the same way,
Swinging her arms around, smiles when we're joking.
Work and food, I think of you,
Perfect blend of looks and schooling.
Humor is sensible, news and events, you well
Choose to loose things you know make me laugh,
And I have to be frank with you,
I split the bank into
Hundreds of pieces, 'cause money is time.
And I'm thirsting for a trip,
let's travel to Europe,
Or someplace with sun-rays, umbrellas and limes.
And it's time to get going, I'm dying, it's snowing outside.
Me and Amanda, tenement, New Hampshire
green rivers and hillside trees, room..
To breathe..
She's my mainstay, she reads my brain-waves.
My girl Amanda, she fully enamors me,
Kisses me randomly, restaurnats and the street,
When I'm away from her, all I can think is the
Next time she'll ring me and when we will meet again.
My girl, Amanda.
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5. |
Out the Window
02:11
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Pack up the Corola, grab a sack of chips
Ice a box of soda, give your mom a kiss.
Oiling up the motor. Is it broken? Got it fixed.
Two wheels round the corner, shifting into fifth.
Cross on the dashboard, keep the path lit,
If he comes back, you'd better hide that shit!
Highway's getting snowed up and it's cold enough to stick.
Charlie never showed up, here's the smallest violiin
Playing 'my heart's bleeding' for a tampon-sliding bitch--
Honestly it's more for me and fuck him.
Waving at the ladies with the hips for making babies
and I'm cutting off the jerk turning, blinker-less Mercedes
Revving Hemis out of town and burn down all the maybes
And I'll rip your face and dick this place until I'm wearing fake teeth.
How do we get back from here? Siphon tanks when it's clear.
Ice scrape, blank states, hit the pedal - no brakes,
Truck bed, horny cops, no time for pit stops!
On the road, full throttle, piss in cups, out the window!
Pack up the Corola, grab a sack of chips!
Oiling up the motor. Is it broken? Got it fixed!
Highway's getting snowed up and it's cold enough to stick.
Playing 'my heart's bleeding' for a tampon-sliding bitch.
Cross on the dashboard, keep the path lit,
On the road, piss in cups, full throttle, out the window!
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6. |
Feral Friend
03:21
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Sit on this brain, living in the mid-range, nothing much to change.
Shun the pain, hunger fame, got done again.
My frind's a mess and I'm petrified he's feral
All the jive that we've survived is piled in heeps.
They render the test just as cold and hard as metal.
The winner smiles and kills and goes to sleep.
That dark black water keeps me opening my eyes up,
Sitting too close to the screen and both my toes over the line.
When you back that van, you be damn sure Bobby's watching,
there'll be no more splitting fingers, sitting doctor's office line.
Sit on this brain, living in the mid-range, not a thing to change.
Shun the pain, hunger fame, got done again.
Sat up, brushing, oiling on the right side of a gun,
in a box, over the seas, under the sun.
My girl back home looking perfect in a picture,
the world got just as big as I felt dumb.
My friend's a mess and I'm petrified he's feral.
All the jive that we've survived is piled in heeps.
They render the test just as cold and hard as metal.
The winner smiles and kills and goes to sleep.
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7. |
Dirt Man
02:10
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Early, early, I'm a dirt man with fresh batteries,
and my headphone dances.
And I'm on fire while last-minute-Jim jack-asses
Me again, and again, and again.
There's no time at work for friends.
And I'm flat-face, prick grim,
With disapproving jack-ass-Jim,
As he headlock-tosses, me into greased Hondas.
And it's still early, early,
And normally the dirt man would love to hear
about your fantasy football league.
But I'm dying here right now, if it ain't plain to see.
Go now, I told her, while I'm still sober.
Go now, I told her, while I'm still sober.
Go now, I told her..
Early, early, I'm a dirt man with fresh batteries,
and my headphone dances.
And I'm on fire while last-minute-Jim jack-asses
Me again, it's me again. It's me again.
I am the dirt man.
I am the dirt man.
I am the dirt man.
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8. |
Little Bit O Whiskey
01:50
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Little bit o'whiskey in me, little bit o'beer,
Leaving for the season and it seems a little weird.
Never been away like this, away from my baby, it's a mystery
If she's missing me.
I go out and I come home and dream of different roads I know.
I go right and I go left to navigate the wilderness.
Top of the edge of the cliff I've been climbing
Is shifty and tipsy and slippery, I'm finding.
Little bit o'whiskey in me, little bit o'beer,
Leaving for the season and it seems a little weird.
Never been away like this, away from my baby, it's a mystery
If she's missing me.
I go out and I come home and dream of different roads I know.
I go right and I go left to navigate the wilderness.
Top of the edge of the cliff I've been climbing
Is shifty and slippery and tipsy, I'm finding.
Little bit of beer.
Seems a little weird.
Away from my baby,
It's a mystery if she's missing me.
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9. |
F*** Thru Fences
02:12
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Let the counter-weights be removed,
It's peanut butter and jelly for those who want to be schooled,
I ain't rude, just honest and unglued.
Why don't you wanna meet my friends? She said.
Those fuck through fences might as well be dead.
Lock the bathrooom door and drown your heart in the head.
Those fuck through fences might as well be dead.
You didn't call while I was gone,
Free drinks at the bar away from home.
Good ol' Johnny's father has died,
and the snow is sticking outside.
And Brother Tim has bought a house on the dark side of who knows when
He'll come back to the land of the living.
To hell with the counter-weights, let em come unglued.
I'm hiding out in the city, once fucked-over, now twice removed.
Why don't I want to meet your friends, let me tell you again.
Those fuck-thru-fences are better off dead, or sitting in traffic.
I'm the boss, now you panic.
I can taste the shit in my throat,
there's miles behind me, but a million left to go
-the fuck do you know?
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10. |
O Tow Motor
02:41
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Run up on the bumper, Davey, how's the road?
OT Eyes are underlined, shaking from the cold.
Steel-toed feet on slab concrete, all your aching bones.
Passing in your papers, tired smile, going home.
O Tow Motor, if only you'd turn over.
Hands would be happy to bulldog the mess,
Elbows and shoulders, pissed off and penniless.
Keep that shiny side up and the rubber side down
as I'm scratching my back with nine wheels to the ground.
I can't face it, step-son in the basement,
Mama would have chucked him out if she was still around.
O Tow Motor, if only you'd turn over.
Hands would be happy to bulldog the mess,
Elbows and shoulders, pissed off and penniless.
Swing this rig in the yard and I curse about change,
as I'm thumbing that card, hauling dispatcher brains,
as my boss is adding up his losses.
Later, Davey tips a cup and picks at his mange.
O Tow Motor, if only you'd turn over.
Hands would be happy to bulldog the mess,
Elbows and shoulders, pissed off and penniless.
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11. |
Raze A Fortune
01:20
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I got twenty dollars for my eardrum
Made a dollar fifty on my lung
I asked a couple nickles for my liver,
but punk ass kids just grabbed that shit and run.
Punk-ass fun.
Someone's always saying I'm unstable.
Someone's always heading for the door.
I asked for fifty dollars for me corazon,
but they already saw it on the floor.
Drunk as monks.
I got half a dollar for my right foot,
and I got twenty five cents for my left.
How I wish that I was born a woman,
I could raise a fortune with two breasts.
I could raze a fortune with two breasts.
I could raise a fortune with two breasts.
How I wish that I was born a woman,
I could raze a fortune with two breasts.
I could raise a fortune with two breasts.
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12. |
Save My A**
01:45
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Rides collide, you lie beside the ditch, clutching your insides,
the siren whines, Moses parts the highway.
Fast, save my ass, gas, blood and trash.
Minding mine, I step beside the bum begging for money.
A filthy hand demands another dollar,
the fortune I purport to make is make believe,
I cannot help you out of your own squaller.
Fast, save my ass. Gas, blood and trash.
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13. |
Television Trap
05:58
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Got a feeling I'm out too late,
It isn't healing on booze and tape,
can't make a living giving it away.
Gave it all, came up short,
it's a red letter that I've ignored.
Johnny, Johnny, don't tell me that you're bored.
It's a television trap of tits and asses
and I won't even turn around or wipe my glasses,
for the endless repetition of the latest style of lies
when I've seen through each disguise.
The One-Fifty died in the yard,
Call Johnny, go get the part,
fly the highway and swipe the card.
Tell Mom, throw on some steaks,
change filters, fixed the brakes,
I wasn't hearing the sound you said it makes.
It's a television trap of tits and asses
and I won't even turn around or wipe my glasses,
for the endless repetition of the latest style of lies
when I've seen through each disguise.
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