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Bad city bad house bad lungs of mine
I get so fucking sick I had to find the time
My head is full of shit my head is full of mines
If only we were all this unhappy
If only we were all this unhappy
Bad news
Bad look at mine
My head slips right off of the spine
And right through
Right through to you I see what you’re doing
To me and
My city
I like it
I like that
I never know what I want until I don’t get it
Yeah
Why did I say
You could stay in my garage?
If we were all unhappy
We wouldn’t have to be
Waiting so long
For you
My head is empty
It’s full of fucking shit
If I have to hear this song on the radio one more time I’m gonna fuck it up man
Why did I say
You could stay in my garage?
If we were all unhappy
We wouldn’t have to be
Waiting so long
For you
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2. |
Shithead
01:24
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Pissed off
Shit-faced
I don’t give a fuck about your mixtape
I’m Pat Benatar
My heart breaks quick
I like a little shit in my Nesquik™*
And I don’t like this
I don’t like mixed drinks
I’m an upright walking, talking quadruped
'Cause I'm a shit head
I'm a fucking shit head
And I don't wanna be me
Yeah(3x)
I'm not like Seinfeld
I'm about something
I don't really give a fuck about your side hustle
This shit's like Darwin
'Cause it's got legs
When life gives you lemons, fuck the lemonade
Cause I'm a shit head
I'm a fucking shit head
And I don't wanna be me
Yeah
Dicks out and express emotion
*Nesquik does not promote defecation in your chocky milkys
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3. |
Cpt. Copelet
03:13
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I got a brand new paint job
On my Subaru 2009
Jim is always coming up to the passenger side
He's like
I think your car is great
I wish your car was mine
I really really really really wish your car
Was my mate my mate my mate my mate
I Waste
I Cope
I Waste
I Cope
I got a brand new paint job
On my Subaru 2009
Jim is always coming up to the passenger side
He's like
I think your car is mine
I think your car is great
I really really really really wish your car
Was my mate my mate my mate my mate
I Waste
I Cope
I Waste
I Cope
She mocks the pepper boys
And cold cuts the arrows
In this small provincial town
I call home
And I cope
Cope
She marks the errors on my
Diploma cover up
And I decide
How I want to die
And I cope
Cope
I Waste
I Cope
I Waste
I Cope
And I waste
And I cope
And I waste
And I cope
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4. |
Canadian Peso
04:31
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Me and my own
A skintight jeans type of home
Full of canadian pesos
Fe fi fo sea foam
Washes ashore with your bones
To show you don't know what you know
And you know
And you know
And you know you don't know what you know
And you know
And you know
And you know you'll be the one to see the day
And it goes uhh
I'm kosher I'm King James
And D-d-d-d-d-d-desire
It's a brand new kind of commercial fire
I'm gonna break
Into your home
And leave disgusting voicemails on telephone
I like the taste
Of celibacy then you see
That you really don't know what you know
And you know
And you know
And you know you don't know what you know
And you know
And you know
And you know you'll be the one to see the day
And it goes uhh
I'm kosher I'm King James
And D-d-d-d-d-d-desire
It's a brand new kind of commercial fire
Yeah
It goes cu-cu-cu-cu-cu-cu...
cu-cu-cu-cu-cu-cu...
Cut it up
Mark Fisher writes:
The long, dark night of the end of history
has to be grasped as an enormous opportunity.
The very oppressive pervasiveness of capitalist
realism means that even glimmers of alternative
political and economic possibilities can have a
disproportionately great effect. The tiniest event
can tear a hole in the grey curtain of reaction which
has marked the horizons of possibility under
capitalist realism.
Ugheaahhhh
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5. |
National Park Service
04:48
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I'm King Coopa
I'm Casanova
I won't stop fighting 'till the fight is over
I fuck up
And I fuck up again
I'm not the type of man who learns his lesson
I move up
Another rung
Then you push me back down like it's so fun
You push me around and around
Around and around
Around 'till I say
Take! Time! To thank!
Your National Park Service
Take! Time! To thank!
Your National Park Service
Take what you want from me
Take what you want fro me
Take! Time! To thank!
Your National Park Service
I'm glass atlas
I'm glass atlas
I break under the weight
Of that kingdom come
[lyric unavailable]
Big man dick man
A little bit stronger
Than a conman
We're bringing up the basement
Fuck you
We're bringing up the quality
Will do
You push me around and around
Around and around
Around 'till I say
Take! Time! To thank!
Your National Park Service
Take! Time! To thank!
Your National Park Service
Take! What you want from me
Take! What you want from me
Take! Time! To thank!
Your National Park Service
Let’s take some time
To go up to your parks and then we’ll
Sit under the stars
The holes that burned right through the dark sky
It didn’t take us long
To fall in love in moonlight
I hope I see you again
Until that time comes I’ll be singing
La la la la la la...
La la la la la la...
National Park Service
National Park Service
Take! What you want from me
Take! What you want from me
Take! Time! To thank!
Your National Park Service
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6. |
Criss Angel Death Cult
03:08
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In 20 words you gained my sympathy
13 minutes you became my enemy
Can no longer take your wide deception
Your only fate is full abolition
I’ll make you disappear
I’ll make you disappear
I’ll make you disappear
We’ll make you disappear
You come into the bar
Head so sicken-like
I don't know what I want
I comb my hair back
And see what what I can make
But I don't want your love
And I don't need it
No, I'm so self-assured
The sycophantic play
Binds to my desires
While you walk away
Yeah
Fuck this place fuck this place up
Fuck the people up fuck the people up
Arm the mothers fuck your fathers
I want to see their fucking heads on the floor
I’ll make you disappear
I’ll make you disappear
I’ll make you disappear
We'll make you disappear
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7. |
T.P.A.N.Y.F.
00:20
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Just Google “Police 40%”
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8. |
Jerry's Song
04:01
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I heard you scream out in the woods
That Fugazi shit
Pissed a little bit
That felt just like a pistol whip
A mentality wasted
That's so sorrow-filled
If today don't work
Maybe tomorrow will
I try so hard
But I can't
And I try so hard
But I can't
I spent three days in my room
When I heard the news
It's the worst kinda shit
To lose a future view
It's true
Kicks the shit out of you
Gives you a little bit
In lieu of something better
And I try so hard
But I can't
And I try so hard
But I can't
I take what I got
To keep what I get
I try not to lose it
Even a little bit
Slipknot ain't got shit
On us cause we fuck up
In such fashionable ways
Sweet, tender, and mild
Heaven on high
Give me a sign
Give me a reason why
I ain't got money
I ain't got no more money
I ain't got no more time or peace of mind yeah
And I just give it up
And I get stuck
I need some melatonin
Choking on the ends of our hope up in Ticonderoga
Kids around the table
Talk smack
So she don't like hip-hop
But she likes Wu-Tang
Remember wasted in basements
Watching Batman
Man I fucking miss you
I take what I got
To keep what I get
I try not to lose it
Even a little bit
Slipknot ain't got shit
On us cause we fuck up
In such fashionable ways
Sweet, tender, and mild
Heaven on high
Give me a sign
Give me a reason why
I ain't got money
I ain't got no more money
I ain't got no more time or peace of mind yeah
I push it I push down child
I push I push it down child...
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9. |
John's Song (Interlude)
00:36
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10. |
Johnathan
02:36
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The history of all hitherto existing society
is the history of class struggles.
Freeman and slave, patrician and plebeian,
lord and serf, guild-master and journeyman,
in a word, oppressor and oppressed, stood
in constant opposition to one another, carried
on an uninterrupted, now hidden, now open
fight, a fight that each time ended, either in
a revolutionary reconstitution of society at large,
or in the common ruin of the contending classes.
In the earlier epochs of history, we find almost
everywhere a complicated arrangement of society
into various orders, a manifold gradation of social
rank. In ancient Rome we have patricians, knights,
plebeians, slaves; in the Middle Ages, feudal lords,
vassals, guild-masters, journeymen, apprentices,
serfs; in almost all of these classes, again,
subordinate gradations. The modern bourgeois
society that has sprouted from the ruins of feudal
society has not done away with class antagonisms.
It has but established new classes, new conditions
of oppression, new forms of struggle in place of the
old ones. Our epoch, the epoch of the bourgeoisie,
possesses, however, this distinct feature: it has
simplified class antagonisms. Society as a whole is
more and more splitting up into two great hostile camps,
into two great classes directly facing each other —
Bourgeoisie and Proletariat.
John comes crawling down...
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Yeahhhdbahisjaofasnqaa
This track gets shit-faced on Saturday nights
And picks fights for no reason
This track votes politically right-wing
Because of its paranoia and lack of self-esteem
This track tears holes in the ozone layer
Gnashing teeth ripping through the atmosphere
This track withholds desire
In hope God will reward his love
A child running through the darkness
An adult unsure of his career path
The army approaches unseen
'Cause all the posts have been abandoned
To be unsure it hurts
To feel the way
You make me feel
Ohhhaudhoasdoajiaaa
This track uses public transportation
'Cause infrastructure is well and surely sound
This track is mostly improv
This song is made up words
A child running through the darkness
An adult unsure of his career path
The army approaches unheard
'Cause all the scouts have been absorbed
The way
You feel
The way you do what you must do
Asifafaosjdoaockaoxksakpaappappaaaaa
This monument was not not built for men
This monument was not not built for men
I love what you do do do in my head
I love what you do do do in my head
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12. |
Milky
03:18
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Soy. Cincinnati, Ohio
•Music for Soy Boys
•Liminal Dread Productions
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