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Gogodildodancer
02:44
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No lyrics really. Just a bunch of "ahlllahhllahllahllahhllahhlahhll"
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A Different Face
04:47
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Walking away from things
Is easy to do.
Retreating from a wasteful thing
Is all right to do.
And if you can’t tear away,
You’ll never be free.
You’ll just be in a wasted life.
That’s nowhere to be.
So you think you’d be better off on your own?
Keep reminding yourself how much that you’ve grown?
But you’ll just recruit a different face
It’s just a different face
But you’ll be playing the same old game.
Trying to resurrect the glories
Of the good old days.
But see, you can’t repeat your past,
At least not in those ways.
You think it’s hell to be alone.
I know this is true.
But wouldn’t you rather have your pride.
And wear your own shoes?
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Kill Trap
04:08
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He was a quiet and a clean-cut guy,
A perfect neighbor. Never made any waves.
Kept to himself; only smiled and said “HI”,
Then he’d keep a-going on his way.
He’d get on his bike and he’d ride to his job
As a clerk in a grocery store.
Got along with his bosses, and his co-workers too.
They all thought he was an okay dude.
On his lunch break, he’d sit and read Herbert Marcuse.
He walked in the shopping mall department store
One chilly December evening.
Took a look around at the holiday crowd.
He unzipped his field jacket and screamed out loud.
Pulled out an AK and a Glock 17.
He filled the air with bullets. It was quite a scene.
He hit about a dozen people, killed about half.
He took a smoke break and he started to laugh.
He took several hostages and called Channel 3.
He demanded… that the governor masturbate on live TV.
They told him “No, sorry, son, that can’t be done.”
So he shot a hostage, then he quickly made another one:
That his cat be appointed ambassador to Saturn.
The doctor theorized he’d stopped his medication.
So, they’d plotted out a way to end the situation.
The SWAT team closed in and aimed at his head.
They later got medals for shooting him dead.
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Rich Kid
04:01
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Think you’re above my life?
You should know better than that.
Just someone with expensive things;
I want much more than that.
You’re somebody’s spoiled little brat.
Bank account nice and fat.
Mom and Dad are all you’ve earned.
Face it, you’ve got money to burn.
Think you’re an aristocrat
With influential friends?
If you were disowned tomorrow,
They wouldn’t give you their last crap.
Is money all you ever think of?
Ever think of falling in love?
More than just for fortune and fame;
Not to marry into a name.
Nowadays, you’re the toast of town.
The debutramps think you’re divine.
You’re just too elegant,
You dandy pearled swine.
Someday, you’ll get your dessert.
Screwed up with nowhere to turn.
They’ll send you off to the shrink.
Your empty life has made you sink.
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Drug Fiends
02:34
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Drug fiends
Walking down my street
Hanging around in font of my house
Looking for people to cheat
Drug fiends
Dying to get high
Beating people up for money
Just so they can buy
More drugs
More drugs
More drugs
More drugs ‘cause that’s all they do
They’re drug fiends
Drug fiends
Getting on my nerves
People cut ‘em too much slack
More than they deserve
Drug fiends
I’m sharpening up my sword
Think I’ll go out for a walk
Slice and dice about 24 of them…
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You're turning into the type I hate,
As I watch you disintegrate.
You let your partying dictate your life,
Cutting off your future like a knife.
I'm not trying to tell you
How you should spend tour time.
But if you just waste it,
You're getting none of mine.
You've got to save yourself.
You've got to serve yourself.
I know I sound like the preaching type.
Deep down inside, you know I'm right.
When's the alienation going to end,
Burning bridges with your closest friends?
I know I'm not perfect;
At least I'm in control,
While you're busy digging
A deeper and deeper hole.
You've got to save yourself.
You've got to serve yourself.
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Surrender
'Cause nothing is legal anymore
Just sit in your house and watch TV
Just sit on your porch and drink your beer
'Cause nothing is legal anymore...
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The Purge
03:39
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You’ve got a lot of nerve,
Thinking you’re superior.
You’ve got a lot to learn.
If you play me, you’ll get burned.
Thinking you can step on me…
Get nothing in return?
You ain’t seen the last of me,
I’m just waiting patiently
For my turn to take you off your pedestal,
Burn your image and drag your soul straight down to Hell.
You picked the wrong man to screw around.
You need someone to
Knock your ass straight to the ground.
You made a big mistake,
Dicked me off straight in my face
And I bought it. What a waste.
People like you make the world what it is today:
Plastic, ignorant and cruel.
Go ahead, say what you’ll say.
You’ll get yours real soon I guarantee.
I don’t care if you don’t believe me or you disagree.
I’ll show you what spiritual warfare really means.
I’ll teach you not to
Fuck with my reality…
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One More Day
05:10
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Standing in the corner
And the room is filling up.
Why do I feel all alone,
So lonely in a crowd?
I feel bored and so on edge
With nothing else to do
Except to go out in the world
On one more stupid search for…
YOU.
Life. It seems so useless
Because we are apart.
And I know you feel the same
As we drag around our hearts.
It hurts my head, my eyes get red
The water starts to fill
Whenever I am thinking
That we’ll never meet…
We never will.
We just can’t connect.
We’ve got to live our separate lives
‘Cause we’re not getting younger
And it’s a struggle to survive.
We’ll never have the chance to find out
Who’s dead or who’s alive,
‘Cause we’re too busy dealing
With the rest of our lives.
Yea yea yea
Ooo… one more day…
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Hard Guy, Dead Guy
02:14
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I see you every once in a while
Looking hard as I pass you by
Funny how so hard you try
Looking like you’re such a hard guy
Think you’re a real man?
You’re just a charlatan
A lower animal
Stinking up the program
You don’t scare me
You’re just a tragedy
A third-rate actor
Just another nobody
You think it’s cool to fight?
Your head ain’t screwed right
You’ll find the truth out
One day or night
Someone may stomp you
Might even kill you
The news will play you up
As one more dead fool
One more dead fool gone at last
Sayonara!
Arrivederci… good riddance.
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Y.M.G.C.S.W.S.
03:04
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I git up in the morning
And take my ass to work
I work all day, go home an’ eat, get drunk have sex and go to sleep
‘Cause I’m a FUCKPIG!!! And that’s all I’ll ever be
Yeah, I’m a FUCKPIG!!! Lord, have mercy over me
I’m underpaid, I got a shitty job
I really hate my boss
But if I quit, my wife would leave me
Plus I couldn’t buy no more beer
And I’m a FUCKPIG!!! And I’ve got no self-control
Yeah, I’m a FUCKPIG!!! Lord, have mercy on my soul
I sold my soul to the company store
But hey, man, I don’t care
As long as I’m always stinkin’ drunk
And my dick is getting sucked
I’ll be a FUCKPIG!!! And that’s all I’ll ever be
Yeah, I’m a FUCKPIG!!! Lord, have mercy over me
On my days off, I watch TV
Get drunk and fuck my wife
I’ll be like that ‘most every day
For the rest of my sorry life,
I’ll be a FUCKPIG!!! ‘Cause I’ve got no self-control
Yeah, I’m a FUCKPIG!!!
Satan straight up raped my soul…
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See that woman out on the street
See her husband slash her like a piece of meat
Someone should call 911
But I don’t get involved with anyone
I’m apathetic and I don’t care
I do nothing and people stare
I can’t help it life’s unfair
I only work ‘cause it pays the bills
Never seeking kicks and thrills
Spend all weekend vegging out
Nothing’s what my life’s about
Don’t even try to get me to vote
I think ballots are a fucked up joke
Politicians are all the same
None of them even know my name
My girlfriend is a neurotic wreck
Thinks I only want her ‘round for sex
Yeah she’s right I just want to get laid
Which is once every 30 days
All these philosophers are such butt wipes
Waste their time with the meaning of life
If there is a meaning I could care less
Knowing would just make me depressed
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Turn Off the Butt Rock
02:09
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Don't wanna hear it any more
Turn off the butt rock
I can't stand it anymore
Turn off the butt rock
I don't like the way it sounds
Turn off the butt rock
I don't like what it represents
Turn off the butt rock
Turn off the butt rock
Turn off the butt rock
You don't even like how it sounds
Turn off the butt rock
You just think you'll have more friends
If you turn up the butt rock
Why can't you just understand
And turn off the butt rock
Playing that just makes people mad
Turn off the butt rock
Turn off the butt rock
Turn off the butt rock
Turn off the butt rock
Turn off the butt rock
Shut it down! Do it now!
Turn off the butt rock
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- Evan Minsker, Pitchfork
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