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Have you seen this boy?
02:09
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(So what's your mom like?
She's pretty cool, huh?)
She's a psycho
Locked in Pescadero
Mental hospital, ok? OK
Now I'm stuck with
These shitty foster parents
Not cleaning my room, I'm riding my bike
Tonight
And
Party and bullshit
Spending all day at the fuckin arcade
Got the easy money from the ATM
Ginger mullet asswipe asking what my mom's like
Take a hike Bozo, oh yeah
Cuz
She's a psycho
Locked in Pescadero
Mental hospital, ok? OK
Now I'm stuck with
These shitty foster parents
Not cleaning my room, I'm riding my bike
Tonight
And
Party and bullshit
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2. |
Dumb earth
03:07
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I fell deep into a hole
Spent my money on good blow
And good women--well, OK women
The rest I wasted oh no
Fuck this dumb earth, it's such a bummer
We need a plumber for this hole
Fuck this dumb earth, give me the plunger
I'll pull the shit out of the hole
I keep tabs on all my friends
Especially the white men
The main offenders are cis gendered
Y'all need goddamn custodians
Fuck this dumb earth
Fuck this earth
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3. |
Only child
03:06
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Don't make me over
I'm all I wanna be
Idk why you're here
Don't need no siblings
I wanna to tell you to go to hell,
but I never want to see you again.
You're a piece of shit and I hope you die
Bet nobody would fucking cry
Being emotionally manipulative wasn't very punk rock of you
You hurt my feeling, I broke your shit
Everything's all tickety boo
You can go to hell
Cuz your a piece a piece of shit
Idk why our Mommy had you, must've been an accident
If she didn't, you wouldn't exist
Everyone would be happiest
AND
Mommy lets me smoke
I wanna be an only child
Cuz you're piece of shit
A real piece of shit
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4. |
Must See TV
02:51
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MUST SEE TV
Hey F-R-I-E-N-D-S, I'm not MAD ABOUT YOU
It's an UNSOLVED MYSTERY
Why they won't gimme gimme Kelsey Grammer
I'm primed, it's time--hey NBC
Don't fuck with my TV or I'm gonna kill myself
I know it's fiction but it's psychiatric help
Hey Roz don't put me on hold cuz you know I'll kill myself
Lemme talk to Dr Crane--or ELSE
You know it's A DIFFERENT WORLD when
You got copaid ER deductibles
So three CHEERS for the KACL call-in
Fuck me Clooney--no Huxtables!
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5. |
Juice demon
02:36
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If you call my name
It's but one of many by which I'm known
Say it three times, dear
Say it, I'll be near
Let me hold you close
I'll be your GHOST with the MOST
I attended Julliard and lived through the black plague
Had a pretty great time during that!
Seen the exorcist about 167 times and keeps getting funnier
Every. Single. Time I see it!
Not to mention the fact that you're talking to a dead guy here
So What do you think? You think I'm qualified?
Let me hold you close
I'll be your special ghost
Let me hold you close
I'll be your ghost with the most
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6. |
APOASDDD
02:40
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Some people want to walk a thin blue line
So they can beat you up for petty little crimes
So they can murder your sister and brothers
Flash their badges and they won't do any time
All police officers are stupid doo doo dumb
It doesn't matter where they're from
Or where they're trained
All police officers are stupid doo doo dumb
And all they wanna do is smash
Your fucking brains in
I'm on my way to save the world
I'm on my way to save the WHOLE FUCKING WORLD
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7. |
Sexident
02:52
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Capri sun ain't got enough juice in them (BRUCE GET EM)
Capri sun ain't got enough juice
Just shut your pretty eyes, deadend girl for a deadend guy
Capri sun ain't got enough juice
But you do
STOP
Blood on my walls, blood in my hair
Blood on my hands, face, and underwear
Who knew an ovarian cysts could pop like this?
Capri sun ain't got enough juice in them (BRUCE GET EM)
Capri sun ain't got enough juice
Driving in your car oh please just drop me home
Because it's not my home, it's our home, we made it a home!
And while we're on the same subject
Why come a bag of chips ain't never full?
Went to school to make money
Now I ain't got none and still owe them fools
If I can walk on water and I can turn into wine
Then how y'all can't fill my cup with nothing more than lies?
And if a double decker bus crashes into us
To die by your side, what a heavenly way to die
And if a ten ton truck kills the both of us
To die by your side, well the pleasure, the privilege is mine
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8. |
El Molcajete
02:48
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You ask me if I wanna grab a bite to eat then I say okay
But we probably shouldn't go downtown
cuz there's a Bernie Sanders rally today
Someplace central between our residences
Where no one will be running for presidency
It seems like we're both pretty into Mexican
What do you say?
Do you wanna meet me at El Molcajete?
And we can really talk it out
Meet me at El Molcajete
Even though you don't drink I am a party girl
You let me be yer partner and it's something
that I'm really fucking happy to be
And I don't even mind it when you get a lil midwestern on me
You take no shit from anyone
I think it comes from being raised in Michigan
Maybe we should take it back where it begun
What do you say?
I'm a party girl
She likes to party every night and day
She likes to party singing hey hey hey
I'm party girl
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9. |
33
02:14
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I don't even like old people, but
I am slowly becoming one
like the world's shittiest Animorph
Turning 33
Has got me mad as bees
It's my party and it sucks
Not a single person asked me how fast I can run
in my brand new shoes today
Turning 33 is gonna fucking murder me
So old in my shoes
I may be ugly but at least I don't got any money
What's a boy supposed to do?
Turning 33
Wasn't supposed to happen to me
It's my party and it sucks
And whys everyone so bored ehen I talk about dinosaurs?
Turning 33 is gonna fucking murder me
The killer in me is the killer in you
Ooh, the years burn
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10. |
Not my real dad
02:13
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You're not my real dad, fuck you
Don't know why I thought you'd be cool too
My real dad smokes pot, not you
You're not my real dad, fuck you!
You're not my real dad
And you can't tell me what to do
You're not my real dad
Just cuz my mom is fucking you
You're not my real dad, and I'm not your real kid
So stay out my business except birthdays and Christmas
You're not my real dad, just some dude
Came around like it's 1992
You're not my real dad, who are you?
You're not my real dad, fuck you!
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11. |
???
02:23
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I'm usually awfully shy
But if you're hungry on the 4th of July
Would you wanna join me?
I'm going to the place that I call BBQ Town
BBQ Town!
It's just right over that hill
They've got a garden and a BBQ grill
And I want you to come!
Oh everyone's expecting you in BBQ Town
BBQ Town
In BBQ Town we have so much fun!
Because the mayor is a hamburger bun!
And there are no rules!
And no one to enforce the law and CHAOS is KING
in BBQ Town
I've seen men GRILLED to ASH
and STRAPPED to GRILLS
with part of their EYEBALLS SMASHED
by bands of vagabonds who ATE THE MAYOR and SEIZED CONTROL of BBQ Town
BBQ Town:
That's my town!
:)
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