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Jezebel
02:58
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LYRICS
Jezebel, you're my ruin.
Jezebel, my downfall.
My future is now history because of what you’re doin'.
Jezebel, You're my gal.
Jezebel, You're my gallows.
Jezebel, my femme fatale.
You come from somewhere deep and dark,
A creature from down below.
Jezebel, you're my gal.
Jezebel, my black ace.
Jezebel, my last call.
Your Johnny Hancock’s chiseled
On my final resting place.
Jezebel, you're my gal.
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2. |
Unlove You
02:51
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LYRICS
It's been a long time since you broke my heart,
But, It ain't been that long since I cried.
And, it feels so good getting over you,
Like Laz’rus when he un-died.
So, I’d undo what I undid, turn the mountains into sand.
Just to know how we went wrong, I’ll never understand. But...
I’d Unlove you, Unlove you, Unlove you, yes I would.
I’d Unlove you, Unlove you, Unlove you, if I could.
I’d Unlove you, Unlove you, Unlove you,
Unlove you, Unlove you, Unlove you,
Unlove you, until eternity.
So, not much changed, since I moved on
I’m still here, just being me.
But if I could just be someone else
who didn’t know you intimately.
Well, I’d undo what I undid, until all was right and sound.
And I would try, not to fuck it up, till I was underground.
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3. |
Barbicide
02:54
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LYRICS
As I was walking down the street
I saw that sign in front of me
I pushed the door, got in the chair
Told that gal to cut my hair
She spun me round and she said,
“Son, tell me how you want it done!” I said....
Oooooh Bar-bi-cide
Some Rude Boy comes into my shop.
I ran my blade down the strop.
He said take some off the top and sides
I reach into my Barbicide.
And just like that, just like you said,
I shaved the hair off his head!
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4. |
Rubberneck
03:01
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LYRICS
Rubberneck You're just a rubberneck,
You're looking over there
while the action's over here.
You’re a Rubberneck You're just a Rubberneck,
You’re always celebrating victories you lost in yesteryear.
Twistin’ and turnin’ your crooked neck,
You got a look on your face,
you don’t know what to expect.
You’ve been there, you’ve done it,
But you’re doin’ it again,
The shit will hit the fan,
but you just don’t know when.
Your head nods like a dog
in the back of a Camry.
Why do you not know just where you stand?
One day your mind will all go Ka-blamy
And your soul will snap just like a rubber band!
Same old grind, same old mill.
Same diagnosis, same old pill.
Progress getting colder
as we are getting older.
Faces on the T-shirt,
Heavy on the shoulder.
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5. |
I Get Mad
03:12
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LYRICS
I get mad when I feel sad
Never any peace for me
I get up when I get down
Sleep, always a luxury.
Never ever ever gonna find my way
Never ever ever gonna stop.
Never ever ever get a wink
Till the day I drop
I never thought that I would be here. (I don’t know.)
I never thought that I would care. (I don’t care.)
I never thought that I would feel fear. (I don’t feel.)
It’s the cross I’ve got to bear.
I never thought, the wages of sin
would ever pay the bills.
I never thought, the way I lived,
I’d ever get my fill.
I get mad when I feel sad
Never any peace for me
I get up when I get down
Sleep, always a luxury.
I get mad when I feel sad.
Never ever, ever, ever get a wink.
Till the day I drop.
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6. |
The Scrub-up
03:19
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LYRICS
It was just a shower thought
It was one that I just bought
That gave me total pause
Cause I just found my cause
The secret to the skies
Sits right before your eyes
Printed micro size
It’s only soap, yeah sure
But a hundred per cent pure
Like the message on the side
Doctor Bronner really tried
Brought commandments straight from god
Eternal truth seems pretty odd
I tell life’s secret here today
Everything you need to know
Is right there on your soap
Dr Bronner gave it to you
Just sit and read the side
It’s sure to change your life
It helps to magnify
It’s waiting for you
It’s simple as it’s wise
Just don’t get it in your eyes
It cleans your soul inside
Out and inside
His words are straight from god
And life’s secret may seem odd
But the universal truth is simple
DILUTE! DILUTE! DILUTE! DILUTE! DILUTE! DILUTE! OK!
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7. |
Bloodfall
04:42
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LYRICS
The lights went down at Mar-a-lago
Inside a cake awaited Charro
The sparklers lit.
And they all clapped.
The sequins brushed, the models swooned.
The velvet crushed, the crooners crooned.
It was a classy party, after-all.
When the clouds parted wide
They decided to stay outside
The heavens opened an artery
And slit its wrist to shower on thee
And the rain came down
And they kept laughing
And the hail came down
And they kept golfing
And the frogs came down
And they kept coughing
Oh no. Oh no.
And the blood came down
And we kept dancing
And the blood came down
And we kept dancing
Oh no, Oh no…
Here we go.
Things heated up at Casa Blanca.
The next one on was Frank Sinatra.
‘Course Dean was lit. And they all Clapped.
The palms were pressed. The elbows rubbed,
A dwarf was tossed. And wives were drugged.
It was political, after-all.
They counted down on the big old clock
A stage arose with the great Kid Rock.
Clapton tuned. And whipped his slave.
The noses browned. The circles jerked.
Babies burned. Their mothers twerked.
It was the last Christmas, after-all
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8. |
Enemies
03:29
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LYRICS
Enemies, And that ain’t how it’s got to be
Yeah that ain’t good for you and me
It’s the world that will set you free
Enemies, I woke up and I could see
It’s the people who hold the key
To a world two plus one is three
Don’t look too hard at yourself
Or the people around you see
Don’t look too hard at yourself
Your lies will not set you free
Enemies, Yeah you’re wrong when you think of me
You’re wrong cause you just don’t see
And you’re wrong yeah you’re wrong about me
Enemies, And that ain’t how it’s got to be
And that ain’t how it’s got to be
Cause that ain’t good for you and me
Enemies, And that ain’t how it’s got to be
And that ain’t how it’s got to be
And that ain’t how it’s got to be
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9. |
Think That Thought
03:24
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LYRICS
I ain’t gonna lead no revolution.
Or seek some restitution.
Cuz I ain’t got the constitution, for it.
While I believe in evolution.
Don’t wanna have no resolution.
Why, I ain’t in collusion with shit.
‘Cuz I don’t want to think, think, think that thought.
Y’see I’m not the kind of sort
Who wants to get all caught
Thinking about you.
And I don’t want to think, think, think that thought
It’s a battle not well fought,
I ain’t gonna fight that fought
Thinking about you.
Everybody shows it (whoo-hoo)
Everybody shows it (whoo-hoo)
Everybody shows it (whoo-hoo)
Everybody shows it (whoo-hoo)
I’m not that strong of heart.
I know I ain’t beyond delusion.
But I failed at elocution.
Corrupt by the pollution, of my mind.
I don’t expect no good solution.
Or some simple absolution.
Live in social destitution, for life.
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10. |
I Don't Remember
02:43
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LYRICS
Do you recall when we first met?
You called me “love”, you called me “pet”?
Do you recall, the fun we had
We never could do nothing bad?
I don’t remember.
I don’t remember.
Do you recall, our wedding night
You held me close, you held me tight?
Do you recall, you said to me,
“We’ll be together for eternity.”
I don’t remember.
I don’t remember.
Do you recall, we had ten kids,
Ten piles of laundry, all covered in skids?
Do you recall all our money’s spent,
Had us stacks of bills, not one red cent?
Do you recall my brother, Paul,
Three hundred pounds, and is the law?
Do you recall he’s 8 foot 2?
To rack your memory, he’s right behind you.
(Chorus)
I don’t remember.
I don’t remember.
All that, I recall, was once, I had it all.
But said “one more” to the bartender. After that...
I don’t remember.... I don’t remember....
I don’t remember.... (What an asshole!)
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11. |
Why Don't You Love Me
02:54
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LYRICS
Why some things, here to stay?
Why some, just for a day?
Why some go on and on?
Why some, all go wrong?
Why don’t you hold, me
Like you used to?
Why don’t you kiss, me
Like you used to?
Why don’t you love, me
Like you used to…
Do! Do! Do!
And it’s all been for nought
If we don’t get caught
Why some things, for the brave?
Why some things, for the knave?
Why some eternal flame?
Why I get all the blame?
And it’s all been for nought.
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12. |
Always Again
03:50
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LYRICS
Na-Na-Na-Na-Na-Na-Na Na-Na-Na-Na-Na-Na
The meek crawl out when all is still. They no longer hide
From under rocks in Charlottesville, Fine people on both sides.
They dread they’ll fade. Their screams unheard.
Completely gone. Without a word. Wiped-out from all of history.
No here, no there, no legacy.
We will replace you. You will be replaced. We will replace you. You will be erased.
Always again Always again Always again Always again
Like plankton in a stream of trout There’s one thing that they fear.
That one day they will all die out Their breed will disapear
Their lives, their thoughts,
Their humble ways.
Will all be gone. Just like their days. No trucks, no beer, no TNT.
All erased from memory.
We will replace you. You will be replaced. We will replace you. You will be erased.
Always again Always again Always again Always again
They try their best to stay alive. Like moths to tiki light.
Perhaps the fit will not survive. What if Darwin wasn’t right?
Like some pre cro magnon man. Without a thumb upon his hand.
No grasp of his mortality. No future for him to see.
We will replace you. You will be replaced. We will replace you. You will be erased.
Always again (With your goose-stepping!)
Always again (With your salutes!)
Always again (On the road to Poland!)
Always again (You’ll draw and shoot!)
Always again (Nowhere to hide!)
Always again (You’ll rise again!)
Always again (Cancer comes back!)
Always again (The strong survive!)
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13. |
Ceci N’est Pas Une Song
01:03
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LYRICS
Well I guess you want some kind of fucking lyrics
And I guess you want some kind of fucking song
Well I ain’t got the words, to mollify you turds
So there isn’t gonna be no fucking song! (Hard stop)
(the F-word) You!
Well I guess you want some kind of fucking rhythm
And I guess you want some kind of fucking bass
Well this is not the place, so stick it in your face
Cause there isn’t gonna be no fucking song! (Hard stop)
(the F-word) You!
Well I guess you think you got some fucking music
Well I hope you think the solos were too long
Cause we don’t really care, if you think that it’s not fair
Cause this was not some kind of fucking song! (Hard stop)
(the F-word) You!
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