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U Mad
01:46
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It’s so funny.
It’s so funny you would think that.
I find it all so amusing,
This indictment you’re accusing.
Why would you think it’s my fault?
Why would you even suspect?
You think you’ve got me caught.
Methinks thou doth project.
I’m not mad,
This all just makes me laugh
Not even mad,
It all just makes me laugh.
U mad
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2. |
Twins
02:39
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Creeping while you’re sleeping,
Tag teaming the dream.
Hunting treats,
You know exactly what I mean.
Creeping while you’re sleeping,
Dump in your trucks,
Make a whiz with whiz,
We’re a couple of unsettling fucks.
We’ve got beer and a burning truck,
Need much more and you’re outta luck.
Keep an eye out you stupid fuck,
We’re hunting treats, you tryna suck?
Twins, ooh.
Creeping while you’re sleeping,
Tag teaming the dream.
Hunting treats,
You know exactly what I mean.
Twins, ooh
Squirrelling, ooh
Sweating, ooh
Scheming, ooh
Might not mean much in the long run,
But we’ll give you hell at the start.
Criminally creative,
We’ll make the unsavory an art.
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3. |
Tuba Practice
01:09
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4. |
The Fear
02:50
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I think I might be dead,
Maybe dying, can’t decide.
Like a weightless brick of lead,
Can’t tell my down from my upside.
And now I’m falling up the stairs,
And now I’m drowning in the sky.
I need to come down for air,
Can’t move I’m petrified.
Trapped in an imagined crowd,
The silence getting too loud.
My skin is on too tight,
And there’s no escape in sight.
I’ve got the Fear.
I’ve got the Fear.
Just give me an hour,
I’ll be in the clear.
And this is all my fault.
I’m the one to blame for this sensory assault.
I tell myself I won’t forget,
But I haven’t changed a goddamn thing yet.
I’ve got the Fear.
I’ve got the Fear.
Just give me an hour,
I’ll be in the clear.
I’ve got the Fear again.
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5. |
Cellar
04:15
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One look and I knew what her face meant
Stay out of the basement
I gave her fair warning, heard everyone tell her
Don’t go in the cellar
Had to hide away, lest he be found out
Had to dig the ground out
Seventeen years in the dark and the gloom
Hid away in his room
A boy was born, monstrous to behold
Worse now that he’s old
What noise? I don’t hear anything
And stay out of the cellar
Look away! Don’t watch him feed
And stay out of the cellar
God taketh and God giveth away
Stay out of the cellar
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6. |
Let Go
02:20
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Let go,
It’s only downhill from here.
You’re too slow,
Gone and pissed away all your good years.
Using Orthos for your spine, body aching all the time,
How’re you gonna keep this up and still be punching in by nine?
Let go,
This shit cannot be good for your heart,
And you know,
You’ll only end up worse off than you start.
What’s grandpa doing?
He’s gotta quit this shit.
What’s grandpa doing?
Let go,
And yell at your cloud.
Just go,
And stay away from large crowds.
What’s grandpa doing?
He’s gotta quit this shit.
What’s grandpa doing?
He’s gonna break a hip.
Let go.
Hell no.
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7. |
Theme
01:32
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The Throwups
(extremely tuff and cool noises)
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8. |
Brute Failure
04:22
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Another day just came and went
One failure closer to the goal
Future’s probably wasted, the past is spent
Hurry up and put me in a hole
I’ve got my toys I’ve got my fun
I won’t be hurting anyone
It was just a gopher, no big deal
How much pain do they even feel?
Born of a fireman, broken neck
Mom went nuts, hit the deck
Spend all my time down by the creek
Take off your pants, give me a peek
As much chance as the next guy
Almost set up to succeed
But when it comes to the crunch
Brute failure is all you need
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9. |
Trash Animal
02:50
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Awakened by the lake,
Amid the boxes and the dregs.
A refuge from the tumult,
And to rest his mangy legs.
Blissful in the refuse,
Debris his only friend.
Approaching him is no use,
Solitary to the end.
Respect the Trash Animal.
Emerging from the cesspit,
He waits to make his move.
Searching for a respite,
He’s paid all of his dues.
Obey the Trash Animal.
He’ll never interact,
Past fleeting eye contact.
He’ll never know your name,
But you need him all the same.
You love the Trash Animal.
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10. |
Thought Leader
02:31
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I’ve got a kooky sense of humor,
Got a vision of success.
Organic, cold-pressed coffee junkie.
Rise every morning feeling blessed.
Social media ninja,
All opinions are my own.
Check out my Favstar if you need to,
My online presence is well known.
‘Cause I’m a thought leader.
Sharing endless leveraged content,
Snatch up that low-hanging fruit.
I was born to tell your story,
My influence is absolute.
I can help you do great things,
For all the boys and girls.
My expertise is mission critical,
Together we can change the world.
‘Cause I’m a thought leader.
I’m about the big idea,
Unthink the common thoughts.
We’ll rise above the fold,
And revolutionize outside the box.
Synergistic solutions,
Discussing global opportunities.
Hit up my Paypal with some bitcoins.
We are not lacking in diversity.
Director of New Media,
Remotely working, working hard.
Beware the Cloud Systems Analyst,
As we whistle past the graveyard.
‘Cause I’m a thought leader.
I’m about the big idea,
Unthink the common thoughts.
We’ll rise above the fold,
And revolutionize outside the box.
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11. |
Once More to the Breach
02:33
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It’s raining sideways in my head.
Roads are closed, windows boarded up,
Frozen in my bed,
And I’m fucking tired.
My ten forecast is a dying star,
And I’m praying that it’s wrong.
I’m gone.
My seams grow weaker by the day,
I’m springing leaks, weak at the knees,
My vision’s going gray,
And my brain’s rewired.
Now I just wait ‘til the frenzy fades,
So I can rest again.
So I try to write but the words all suck.
I want to cry but I’m just too tuff.
Once more to the Breach.
Dear friends, I need you now.
Stay within my reach.
It’s all that’s left of me.
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12. |
Watching Stossel
02:02
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Itching for some punishment,
We all need a reprimand.
Bludgeon me with my bootstraps,
Show me that invisible hand.
Oh God, I’m watching Stossel.
Gonna wallow in the spite and smarm.
Like Ted Cruz without the charm.
I just can’t wait to watch you gloat,
With one foot on a beggar’s throat.
I know I’m a masochist,
There’s still no excuse for this.
I’m watching Stossel,
Christ it’s fucking awful.
John, why can’t they give you a break?
Without you, I’d never see the light,
All these bums, they're all on the take.
Oh God, I’m watching Stossel.
I know I’m a masochist,
There’s still no excuse for this.
I’m watching Stossel,
Christ it’s fucking awful.
Talk down to me,
The only way you can.
You’ll never be Geraldo,
But you’re still a horrible man.
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13. |
Chip
02:57
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This Chip weighs a ton,
There won’t be friends left when I’m done.
I’ll judge how you have fun,
And ostracize myself.
I feel a slowly building tension,
One that I’m too afraid to mention.
This chip weighs a ton,
There won’t be friends left when I’m done.
I’ll judge how you have fun,
And ostracize myself.
And as I get older,
This chip becomes a boulder.
No room left on my shoulder
It’s time to put it on the shelf
I feel a slowly building tension,
One that I’m too afraid to mention.
I feel a slowly building tension,
But it’s alright. It’ll be ok.
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