1. |
Dog
04:31
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Call your doctor, call your lawyer,
Call your whore
The birds and bees, and the lemon trees
Are gettin' divorced
Call your sister, if you miss her
If you want to
Call your lover, call your mother,
Stop eatin' dog food
I'll be happy, although I'm not right now
It'd be easy, but it does not, not know how
To crawl into me, like a baby
Crawls through a dog feud
I'll crawl into you, and we can
Count the things you said that were not true
(You would not do)
Well if you're okay, sit at Circle K
Put cigarettes in flowers
Cause you're so vicious, that you're not with us
Every other hour
Yeah you get married in a cemetary
With you feet in the semen
They'll be buried when you're wearing
Your tight black and white feelings
You're hooking up, your fish hooks in lungs
And nobody's breathing
I'm throwing up, your dead worms and guts
Every weekend
I've got no money, but I got somethin'
Got my head in the toilet
And I've got stars named after scars
With things that you didn't regret
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2. |
Pink Room
03:55
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3. |
Gasoline Drunk
03:14
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Well she was easy, just like I knew along
She's kinda sleazy, she's like a fly on the wall
She's not needy, just wants to be mature
And when she's sleeping, she's gonna sleep on the floor
And she'll burn through the money
And burn through the love
She's burning all her friends and
it just isn't enough
She'll burn through the weekend
And burn through the month
She's loving me and loving you
And throwing us up
Well she was nothing, until she picked herself up
When she was something, she didn't know what was up
She wrote poetry, that didn't make any sense
To anyone but me because I didn't pretend
To just burn through the city
And burn through the floor
And drinking all this gasoline
Is burning us all
Well she hurt everybody, yeah
She's hurt everyone
But she still cares enough to
Get upset when I'm drunk
I burn myself
So love me baby and love this song
Love me baby and love this song
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4. |
Box
05:22
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5. |
Tape Hiss
03:04
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I wanna sit and listen to an hour of tape hiss
With you, and get fucked up off of dog piss
And do, the thing they didn't want you to do
I wanna write a theory on the modern existence,
Of you, and break the bones that haven't been fixed yet,
And do, the things they didn't want you to do
I wanna cut, the skin right off of your lips and,
I'll sell the color as a new type of lipstick, and glue
My nervous system to you
Yeah and all my other organs to you
Big hole, in the sky
In the middle of everyone's good night
Big heart, big flowers
Wet pollen in your eyes for hours
And it's a lovely thing
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7. |
Gum
02:45
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When I was young,
I liked chewing gum
And when I'm finally 25
I don't want to realize that
I dissolved my teeth
And happy's all that I wanna be
And everything's a joke
I still like drinking Coke
And when I'm finally 27,
I don't want to go to heaven
I don't wanna die
I want to be alive
And everything is fine and dandy today
I'm still sittin' eatin' candy-cane
I don't care if it rots my teeth,
I can't stand another week
Of smilin'
And when I'm finally 21
I'm gonna have a lot of fun
Just dyin'
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8. |
Eye
04:15
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9. |
Mosquito
03:21
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Oh hey, Miss Libido
You can do the Mosquito
Oh hey, Miss Maria,
You do the Crawdad Swing
Oh hey, Miss Maria,
Hey you kick the TV screen
Hey Miss Lucinda,
You can do the Mosquito
Hey Miss Maria,
You do the Bull-Frog Swing
Oh hey Miss Lucinda
Don't do a god damn thing
Oh hey Miss Pollution
I'll give you a solution
And hey Mister Lawyer
I'll bury you in the soil
And hey Miss Gasoline
You're such a fine young thing
But you ain't got nothing unless
You do the Mosquito Swing
And hey Mister Police Man
Sittin' Holdin' a beercan
You give the can to me
Oh Me
Yeah hey Miss Maria,
You can do the Mosquito
And hey Miss Libido
You do the Crawdad Swing
And hey miss Lucinda
You can do the Mosquito
Don't do a god damned thing
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10. |
I'm An Asshole
03:57
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I hope your dog runs away
I hope your pretty teeth decay
I hope your car runs out of gas
I hope you fall in broken glass
Cause I'm an asshole
Yeah, I'm an asshole
I hope you get something in your eye
I hope your pet fish dies
I hope you have trouble getting to sleep
I hope you're late every day of the week
Cause I'm an asshole
Yeah, I'm an asshole
I hope your wallet gets stolen by terrorists
I hope you crash your car into a deer
I hope you get robbed by your therapist
And that he cuts off both your ears
I hope you fall into a black hole
I hope a demon devours your soul
I hope you get struck by lightening
I hope that you are dying
I'm an asshole
Yeah, I'm an asshole
Ass
Hole
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11. |
Blue And Pink
04:18
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And I'm mad, when I don't wanna be mad
And I'm happy, when I just wanna be sad
And I'm blue, when I wanna be green
I'm alright, with the fact that your eyes are pink
I'll be alright in a while
I'll leave my blood in a can
And my head on fire
I'll be alright in a week
When my fingernails turn pink
And I'm cold, when I wanna be warm
And I'm all sewed up,
When I wanna be torn
I'll be alright in a while
I'll leave my blood in a can
And my head on fire
I'll be alright in a week
I'll soak my fingernails in gasoline
-the sound of time shifting into reverse and heaven touching hell's genitals-
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13. |
on a cd
06:41
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Twisting over old cassette tapes
Broken VCRs
Coffee stale and ginger ale and
Seventeen guitars
Tambourine's in pieces and it
Feels like '83
With nobody in front of anything
But a TV
Cause you know, everything you need
It's all on a TV,
It's all on a CD
Red on black and black and white
It's useless telling time
Children buying all their precious
Acid hits online
Send me all your senseless insecurities
And paint the burning concrete shades
Of burgundy and pink
Cause you know, everything you need
It's all on a TV,
It's all on a CD
Here's the milk-man, knocking at the door
Comes in every Sunday as you crawl across the floor
Across the floor
Across the floor
Here's the automobile traveling machine
It will get you 'round and get you
Hooked on gasoline
On gasoline
On gasoline
Cause you know, everything you need
It's all on a CD
It's all on a TV
It's all in an AC
It's all in AC/CD
It's all on a CD
It's all in the AC
It's all on a CD
-computer experiencing out of body experience-
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14. |
Bottles and Cans
04:42
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Picture your percoset modern lover
Well I still love my sister and brother
And I don't know if I even want her anymore
I turned pink and stared at the cars
Well birds turned into bright silver stars
And I slowed down the beat of my heart in my chest
Well you can love yourself and
Love one another
But I'm in love with
Taking it with water
Well you can love the sun
And love what it brought her
But the bottles and cans
Are so much hotter
I fell in and you fell in love
Well I fell asleep outside on the rug
With the red sweat bees and all kinds of bugs
On me
I woke up all wet in the flowers
I forget why I even matter
Two months into some other
Summer day
Well you can love your self
And love one another
But I'm in love with
Taking it with water
Love the sun and
Love what it brought her
But the bottles and cans
Are so much hotter
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15. |
Chicken Walk
02:36
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The prostitute speaks and the
Universe beats on a drum in the street
And the dogs are in heat on repeat
Your throat is a broken machine
The peach is the pit and this species is shit
When you're speaking you spit and the
Bodies all hit the cement
And the ground is where our time is spent
The sun is a sperm cell, the world is a candle
I'm diggin' up worms out of the grass, just relax
Don't tear yourself right in half
There's blood synthesizers and organs inside her
Lipstick and lighters and nicotine fires, she bleeds
When a week is a month and a month is a week
And she chokes on the bleach
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Mary cuts her ovaries
Out of her thighs
Apricots and tambourines
Float inside her mind
The moon is saying goodnight
Call the Pisces full of shit
I'm spitting on my sign
All that I see's ignorance
Astrology's a lie
The stars are in your eyes
The scars are in your mind
'Cause you are who you are
No matter where you are
It isn't very hard
When your love tastes like stars
I'm not lonely anymore but
I would love to be
All alone with my vocal cords
Laying by my feet
So I wouldn't have to speak
Somebody take my place
I want to leave this place
-goodbye-
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