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1. |
Sunday Best
03:05
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You'll be wearing your Sunday Best,
On the day they bury you dead,
When everyone pretends to regret
Every shitty thing they said about you,
Now, undoubtedly, they claim you were a cool dude
Since there's no chance of you apologizing and it's
Impossible for you to put the screws to anyone,
No doubt, son!
You'll be wearing your Sunday Best
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2. |
Say Tan
01:16
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Say Tan!
Can anybody say Tan?
Say Tan!
Why can't everybody play?
Say Tan!
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3. |
Ya Only YOLO Once
03:47
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I say hey ho, She say ya? yo?,
I says fo sho, She says l8r bro,
I'm all like wait, whoah, She's all like, slo yo roll,
Says I been here befo, & I'm comin back fo mo,
It's like she don't even know
Ya only YOLO once! Ya only YOLO once!
I got the flame that thro, Burnin up like it's made o pure alcohol,
Took too much, settle up, It's time to go,
Caught enough of a buzz to sleep till morn,
Gonna hafta keep up with the needle's soar,
Turn it over, crank it out, prepare fo more,
One half collapsed, other drags it,
Low hanging fruit sells outta habit,
It's like we're bled out before we ever have shit
Ya only YOLO once! Ya only YOLO once!
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4. |
I Took My Brain Out
03:01
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Rollin in my fancy car, now I'm gonna go far
Cuz I'm a superstar, beats rockin in my rolls royce,
My liquor is primetime's top choice,
And tar tattered pavement between colored lines as they blur
Avoid warning my useless skull of events about to occur
Because the cavernous dark behind my eyes points blatant
To my obvious lack of concern for having
Adequate gray matter actually inhabit that which lies between my ears
For now it's just pure void there,
As this dialogue is likely to share
I took my brain out
So I could rumble through the nightlife without ever a care
So as to adhere to concerned citizens everywhere
So you know it's sincere when I give a vacant stare
So there
Blood spattered on the pavement
The vacuum finally cause a cave-in
Abdominal thrust just upchucked enough spunk
To send my wandering mind all the way up to the sky
As I lie, dyeing the grass,
As my flaccid lips manage one last feeble gasp,
One last feeble gasp,
Hell ya,
I took my brain out
Now I'm at the gates of heaven, wondering if I will be let in
Because I'm betting the big guy up there, finds it quite upsetting
When you manage your entire life, perpetually failing to utilize the tool designed,
To keep your body from separating all its parts, Cuz you're better off as a whole
But ignorance was my only defense, so before they asked the question,
I already had said it:
I took my brain out
So I could rumble through the nightlife without ever a care
So as to adhere to concerned citizens everywhere
So you know it's sincere when I give a vacant stare
So there
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5. |
the Future Goes Fast
03:57
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You dreamt the dream of a caterpillar,
Thrilled with the thought of growing wings,
But when you awoke from your slumber,
You found yourself to be a very different thing than expected,
But moth or not, you got no regrets,
As you reach the highest hot,
And touch the next form you'll become.
Because the future starts slow, and then it goes fast,
All a sudden it's the past,
You looked through the eyes of a fly,
Rising up from a lowly maggot,
Until you touched the sky,
And now you're left wondering why,
You don't have enough time to realize,
That the future starts slow, and then it goes fast,
All a sudden it's the past,
You were just another pretty kitty cat,
That had to have your baby-maker hacked in half,
So you wouldn't have a chance,
To notice how the time can pass,
The Future goes Fast
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6. |
Thee Abyss
01:54
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Hey ah, Hey ah,
We are guarding thee Abyss,
So go on, stick your head in,
Hey ah, Hey ah,
We are obstructing it with bricks,
The kind we like to bash in heads with
Cuz ya, we signed the treaty,
But didn't show up to the meeting,
Instead we sent blankets
Infected with syphilis,
And did you notice that your country
Got overrun by white monkeys
That thought God promised them
All of this:
Just a subtle portion,
From an ocean to an ocean,
And the quotient of what lay
In between them,
And some of your people might survive,
But we'll make sure your culture dies,
And dwindle your numbers down
To less than 2%
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7. |
You Were Not Offered It
02:41
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Yes it does guarantee personal satisfaction
For all qualifying inhabitants, but
You mistook seeing the message for meaning
You met the requirements,
When, in fact, my friend
You were not offered it
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8. |
What the Ghost Says
04:28
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Are you following you script?
Or just some random influences?
Are those your gods talking again?
Do you keep them on your shoulders,
Or buried deep in your butt pockets?
Are we just some aliens entertainment?
Fulfilling the audiences expectations,
If we purposely, caused the plot's derailment,
Will they come down on us, open us up,
Or just wanna watch the process?
Making the most, of what the ghost says,
You've got buried in your butt pocket,
Making cold-hearted decisions,
Do as your told, and repeat what they said,
Knowing full well, what the hell they meant,
When they sold you on its opposite,
They are feeding on your angst like a drug,
So beam them what they love,
Making the Most, of What the Ghost said,
Do as your told, Knowing full well,
What the hell they meant
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9. |
Howllelujah
05:46
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He had passion in his past
And it put motion to his hand
Kept at the level of his eyes
But Johnny tended to gaze real high
And his fist flew out of sight
All the time, Waving goodbye
But Johnny never knew
Where his fist eventually got off to
Waving goodbye (4x)
Waving goodbye baby, Gracie
Ya gave me a home
Kept me out of the cold
Kept me reminiscing of the days of old
Sorry, doll, but I can't stay long
Lost part of myself to the burning hot sun
So I'm jackin the car from your boss's parking lot
And tracking schematics of my lost habitat
A place I loved once, but now forgot
That orange, auburn soot soaked rock assault
Meteor pock-marked desert we all came from
The lessons learned from abandoning said destination
Won't go untouched before this adventure is done
And I am through
Quite soon you'll see blue tune out
And havoc rule
I went to Chaos cowering
He said "Die, or entertain me"
I can't dance, but I'll try to sing
Try harder, he screamed
so I screamed
Oh, Johnny Mo, I don't know where off to you've gotten
But I can guarantee you won't be forgotten by me
Not by me, Not by me, Not by me
Because
I used to be a Werewolf, but I'm alright
Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow
Howllelujah
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10. |
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We're the thrill kill krew, We're gonna do,
Whate'er we want to, Pro'lly kill you,
We're the thrill kill krew, We're gonna do,
Whate'er we want to, You're Fuckin screwed
We're the thrill kill krew, We're gonna do,
Whate'er we want to, So Fuck you
Check it, dude
I was in hibernation, On the darkside of the moon,
Inside of my old home space station,
When these assholes found me and assumed,
I'd want them mixing their DNA
With my special secret, sexy, saucy goo,
They woke me up, & gave me an army
To go wreak havoc on all you,
I'll prolly never get a chance to take a shot in ya,
You'd be raped five ways before I got it up,
I'm too busy fucking Hillary with Donald Trump,
You see a crater down the road, to me, it's just a speed bump,
Cuz we're the dirty things goin thumpin in the night,
To let you know everything is just not alright
Now I'm chillin like a villain in Antarctica,
Even the Pope shows up just to kiss my nub,
It's like a party in a basement with John Podesta,
Ever seen a boy's butt get pealed like an onion?
Now we're gargling oil like it's lubricant,
Getting every single orifice fired up,
Satan passed out, though he's the one that hired us,
Yo, I wanna give a shout out to how much he sucks,
But while he's asleep, there's something I should say,
We spell crew with a "K",
Don't care that Tom Cruise is flamingly gay,
And though our arrival marks your end of days,
We'd like to offer you a way,
To make a play that lets you stay,
Until the last bits get swept away,
And only nothing remains,
Step 1: Kill Yourself, Step 2: Kill Everybody Else
Yo, I met your chick, She offered to suck my dick,
Said she's the best at it, Willing to work the tip,
& cradle the balls 'til I blow all over her chest,
To which, of course, I said yes
Cuz I don't give a shit about fuck,
Don't give one fuck about shit,
Don't care what you did with your pussy, loose bitch
Cuz you're just another dumb dick-sucking lack o judgement
Shit don't give one fuck about...
Beelzebub Beelzebub now bow
Beelzebub Beelzebow
Satan invented Dubstep
So would suck more dick
Ya Satan invented Dubstep
So would suck a whole buncha motherfuckin dicks
My name is Vinny Vin, and it's a fuckin sin,
To look this good without puttin any effort into it,
Hashtag, I woke up like dis,
With Beyonce suckin my lil white dick,
& she told all the other bitches,
That I gave her those special itches,
The kind that are sexually transmitted,
Now all her friends are rather insistent,
That they should get to get what I got,
Insert tab A in slot B, you're fucked,
But you know those hoes can't ever get enough,
Of my milky white chocolate hot fudge man stuff
My hot fudge man stuff
My milky white chocolate hot fudge man stuff
Cuz it's on like Donkey Kong,
Wearing a rubber thong,
That can stretch with his
King Kong rivaling dong (4x)
You really don't wanna go to jail it turns out,
I'm gonna fuck you hard right away in the mouth,
Then I'll turn you round and head on down south,
It's gonna get brown in pound town, no doubt
I'm gonna get your shit on my dick,
Then make you lick it off, cuz, you're my bitch,
And even after you go and kill yourself,
I'll kill myself as well, so I can fuck you
Again in Hell,
Singin...
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11. |
Left Me Loosey
01:56
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They say ya left me Lucy
Cuz you're just Loosey Goosey
And I can't do anything to make you stay
Cuz you're cray cray bae bae
That's what they say
That's what they say
Ain't that just what they always say
Now I don't care if you're a Plain Jane
As long as your face don't look like it belongs
Underneath your waist
And I can say without too much disgrace
Ya got a saving grace in the way
That you don't blame me
When I go insane, and I scream and I shout
About how Gwen Stefani ain't the same thing as No Doubt
You were wrong about her then
And you're wrong about her now (3x)
So get the fuck out!
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12. |
Headlines
04:13
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Headline:
They drew a line in the sand
Headline:
Turns out it's alright to kill them
Headline:
It's likely that some children died
But we won't mind cuz they ain't too white
Headlines
Head Lies
Headline:
Looks like it's time for war again
Headline:
Turns out the last one did not end
Headline:
Join us live tonight at 5
We'll justify, then describe the sacrifice
Headlines from the Head Liars
Who justify, then describe the sacrifice
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Let's get piss drunk and fuck,
She's sayin
Let's get piss drunk and fuck,
She ain't playin
Let's get piss drunk and fuck,
She's sayin
Let's get piss drunk and fuck,
All day 'n all night
You do it 'cuz it's wrong
But it feels alright
All day 'n all night
Doing out of site
What we can't have brought to light
Do it 'til it feels wrong
Until it feels wrong
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14. |
Keep On Goin (Momentum)
05:43
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Keep up the speed and learn to weave
Or slow it down and yield to me
So concerned are we with mere fractions
Of interactivity
Where we choose to sit or split or spit
For just one moment
Psychiatrist suggests there are health benefits
From social engagement
Do you feel some pressure to speak?
Walk along the block and glance at the clock
Or look you in your face
Is Hello / Goodbye really very necessary
If I'll never see you again
Or is this contrived event
Wholly inappropriate
In which for us to partake
Like rushed advances on a sunny day
Would you be the one to make that mistake?
So often it seems, motivated by worry
Pre-emptive grief, that in our hasty state we
Trip over our own feet
Dancing like fools for the powers that be
Frame your life so it fits in the boxes they sent
Formed your notions as per-conceived
Turning everyone into monkeys that live
In overpriced, towering glass trees
Giants targets to which they may have their pawns sent
To destroy populants and twist the remainder
In the direction they so please
Well, shit, stop this madness
I won't put up with it
Or maybe I will just stand here and spit
And when the time comes, I'll take no action
Well, fuck 'em, you can let them have it
I came to the show; I paid for my ticket
And I was promised explosions
Explosions Terrific
I sure as hell do not wanna miss it
Cuz when the end comes, I'll be among the ones singing
La-di-dah-di-dah-di-dah
La-di-dah-shoo-wop-bah-di-bah-bah-di-ya
La-di-fuckin-dah-di-dah
We took a vote; chose to fuck off
We've got full bars in the trunk of our cars
Did all the drugs; it still wasn't enough
So ya, ya ya ya, we all demand
The end of glitz and glam
We're built to crash not fast enough
The flash outlasts our momentum
Let's keep on going
Let's use up all of our momentum
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Freakz
03:08
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When nerds get wet, they multiply like gremlins,
And all the geeks, I know they won't defend them,
Cuz there's too many Freaks on the Inside
There's just too many Freaks on the Outside
There's just too many Freaks, alright?
Spic and span, we'll keep this place if we can,
And kill the man for Afghans,
And drop his dirty bombs off at the laundry mat,
We don't flaunt gold; we know we're worth more,
Than your law books told us; False government sold us,
So get ready to offload your Egos,
Dude, suck tube; we're so incredibly smooth,
Riding in style, always comfortably cool,
But if you can't glide, you might as well just cut loose
Cuz there's too many Freaks on the Outside
There's just too many Freaks on the Inside
There's just too many Freaks, alright?
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16. |
Number One Gun
05:55
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In my brain mother fuckers ain't playin,
We wait and wait all day outside the jail,
For my friend Jimbo to come to the window,
And say, hey, baby, yay, isn't life great,
Isn't life great?
Mechanical spiders come to rule this town,
I blow those fuckers down, blow those mother fuckers down,
With the giant machine guns mounted on my car,
We're driving through town, blowin shit up,
Isn't life great?
In my makeshift world, Tropical Island,
Where it makes it all okay,
My Jamaican Mall, Greenhouse Studios,
Where it all begins to fade,
And where there are now mountains,
May one day be beachfront property,
Thanks to volcano's quaking,
So don't complain about the heat,
Until that dragged out oceans coast,
Boils right before your feet,
In warmth we'll bathe,
Hazy, dull-orange glaze,
Wrap the world up in my lazy blaze,
Melt, repeat to freeze, please parade,
But you're still number one,
In my book of guns,
To shoot myself from,
Ya you're still number one,
In my book of guns,
To shoot myself from
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