1. |
Critter
02:12
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I'd say to play this game again
but every way just paves an end
If this could taste just like you'd said
then bitter phrase would leave my head.
But I can't help it,
It's the truth.
I'm happy we met, but it's fun being sad. (x3)
I'm happy we met, and don't you forget.
My burns return, assure it hurts
I'm sure you've heard it's near September.
Well I'm leaving, please try seeing some of these feeling for once:
Esoteric, all bullshit, it proves it from what's written.
We sit on plastic, the past ruminated.
This cigarette cycle sits sickly substantial,
so show me you still care and shun all my camels. (x2)
But I can't help it, it's the truth.
I'm happy we met, but it's fun being sad. (x3)
I'm happy we met, and don't you forget.
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2. |
Anthrax Shirt
02:16
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After droppin' out of art school,
moving here from Baltimore,
she'd gotten married to the wrong man
I feel so ignored!
Just like back home in Minnesota,
with your purple hair tied up,
you ate acid in a bathtub
and told me all about love.
I think I was 16, I think you were 23.
I listened to slayer, you sang:
"Hi diddle dee dee, goddamn the pirates life for me, goddamn the pirates life for me!"
But you're not the only girl that I wish I could've kissed
in my anthrax shirt on the graveyard shift. (x2)
You ordered a drink, and I just sat and stared at you
I had found you hopeless, you had found me hopeless too.
You passed me your drink, with no idea what to do, I had found you hopeless, you were oh so fucking hopeless.
It hurt to see you cry, with that final glass of wine,
I haven't seen you since we started workin' overtime
There are people in our lives, who we need from time to time, only know 'em for the summer, but it feels perfectly fine.
After droppin' out of art school,
movin' here from Baltimore,
she'd gotten married to the wrong man
I feel so ignored!
Just like back home in Minnesota,
purple mohawk, fuckin' drunk,
you ate acid in a bathtub
and told me all about love.
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3. |
Butterfly
02:29
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Oh, my little god,
don't see your mother die.
Hold this blindfold.
She looks much prettier alive.
Three years never home,
he lasted till the honeymoon.
Oh, sweet butterfly,
don't waste your faith on him so soon.
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4. |
Black Cat
03:09
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I want a black cat
so I have a friend that
I don’t have to talk to.
I don’t have to talk to you.
I want a black cat
so I can bring bad luck on you.
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5. |
Holier
01:58
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I'm smoking in Jerusalem
and I don't feel a dollar holier.
But I'll see God and we'll eat on our knees
inside a kitchen, cubicle or cozy place to pray.
And even when I need to eat,
I'm still searching for my rosaries.
And every time I wanna eat,
I just tell myself it tastes like gasoline.
And every time I never eat,
to me it feels like, it feels like getting clean.
And every time I finally eat,
it's just like holding a rosary.
Just like mom,
every road trip to Las Vegas.
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6. |
Vacation
02:43
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I lost my ego on vacation,
or I convinced myself I did.
So I'll just hang out on the side,
while the other characters
are keeping up with speaking terms
I lost prescriptions on vacation,
but I know I can get them back.
So you don't have to wait at all,
just tell me when my number's called.
And I will float on through the halls
to make sure everything's installed.
And this is really overplayed
when it is really everyday
The practical just seems to fade,
but recreational will stay.
It's the diet I don't need,
just 'cause this one isn't free.
And I was never really hungry.
I know some people on vacation,
but they don't even need a break.
It's only 'cause the money's there
and their employers are prepared,
so they've gone fishing.
I kept a journal on vacation,
but I got lazy with a pen.
So I will try and just recover
things I think my mind had stuttered.
It's the diet I don't need,
just 'cause this one isn't free.
And I was never really hungry.
I wish that I was on vacation,
but I know that I won't get paid.
But I don't mind the overtime
if it means an early goodbye.
I'm fucking hating this vacation.
I paid some money to stay home
So is it over,
I'm still sober.
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7. |
Opossum
02:42
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My little ones crawl up my back.
Stark white teeth, pink gums,
I ain’t no alley cat,
but I’ll still eat your trash,
climb highway exits,
eat beer cans for breakfast.
Every can I visit, I’ve got to admit that I might not make it back.
I’m not playin’ around.
The true black is comin'.
There’s no use in runnin'
from a sixteen wheeler headed southeast out of town.
And I knew it from the start,
in my little junkie heart,
that I’m better off dead than a scoundrel in bed around noon.
Pour one out for opossum,
who lay up there, rotten.
Hope they scrape ‘er up pretty soon.
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8. |
Fakie
03:19
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Another god
to let me down,
but I feel it coming now.
My other god,
weak like me,
again when the weekend ends.
But that's only magic and I don't believe in it.
So what'd you have to say that for?
The horror, baby.
Just before you're on your fours.
So shitty.
PTSD.
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9. |
Tattooed
02:39
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There's a cute and quick-witted, ex-heroin addict
at the other side, the other side of the room.
And maybe she would like to rattle my head,
start lookin' down the cross, and live undead
with the needles in her nightstand
or flip a car in Oklahoma.
Call back her alcoholic father,
or write about some girl I can't get over.
The next time you see me,
I'll be a little more tattooed.
The next time you see me,
I hope I ain't fallin' for you.
'Cause love is for suckers,
and I ain't no sucker.
I'm just one unlucky motherfucker.
There's a cute and quick-witted ex-heroin addict
at the other side, the other side of my bed.
And now I'm feeling misled.
I probably should've said to you
what I know now is better off unsaid.
The next time you see me,
I'll be a little more tattooed.
The next time you see me,
you'll be a little more tattooed.
'Cause love is for suckers,
and you're such a sucker.
I'm just one unlucky motherfucker.
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