1. |
Matching Teeth
02:41
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You've got anxiety
It involves your dreams
You won't get relief
Until you dream of your matching teeth
What did you do to yourself
To get you into this mess?
No you have to admit you've got dental distress
You've got anxiety
It involves your teeth
You won't get relief
Until you get some sleep
What did you do to yourself
To get you into this mess?
No you have to admit you've got mental distress
You've got two sets of teeth
You've got matching teeth
What will you do when they fall out again?
Nothing.
You've got anxiety
Better take some pills
Better get some sleep
Dream about matching teeth.
What did you do to yourself
To get you into this mess?
No you have to admit you've got mental distress
You've got two sets of teeth
You've got matching teeth
What will you do when they fall out again?
Nothing.
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2. |
Clamtasy
03:29
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I'll see you on the bridge
Your heart's an open fridge
Shut the door again
Open up to me
The sun climbs up to the corner
The sun climbs down
The sun crawls off my eyes
I look into your eyes
Pale foam, bitter skies
All of your failures and lies
Open up to me
The sun climbs up to the corner
The sun climbs down
The sun crawls off my eyes
The sun
The moon
The stars
Purgatory
I'll see you on the road
Your heart's a twisted rope
You twist the rope again
Open up to me
The sun climbs up to the corner
The sun climbs down
The sun crawls off my eyes
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3. |
Songus
02:11
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Nope.
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4. |
Crockpot
03:49
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I don't know me
I don't know you
Confusion reigns in this crock pot, baby.
After 40 hours a week
Your breathe starts to stink
from hovering over that crock pot, baby.
You think the moon is hollow
You'll be the spirit I'll follow
Let me know when you slip
When you start to lose your grip
Slide back into that crock pot, baby.
You're on such a doom trip
Your heart is like a melted bicycle grip
Melted it down in that crock pot, baby.
You think the moon is hollow
You'll be the spirit I'll follow
And we all feel for you
Yeah, we really do
yeah, we really do
We feel for you
At first I felt a shrug
And then I felt a tug
pulling me down into that crock pot, baby
Where it gets so dark
A person can't leave their mark
This world is a crock of shit, baby.
You think the moon is hollow
You'll be the spirit I'll follow
And we all feel for you
Yeah, we really do
yeah, we really do
We feel for you
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5. |
Before He Sees The Sun
04:42
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Standing in the driveway, the water up to his knees
The look of pain across his face, is it a disease
He won't know until he feels the sun on his face
he won't know if he's been replaced
There's a strange taste in his mouth
He feels his mood heading south
and it's cold inside this cloud
He won't know until he sees the sun
Everyone acts like they're having fun
Standing in the doorway and the
water's up to his neck.
He won't know until he begs.
There's a strange taste in his mouth
He feels his mood heading south
and it's cold inside this house
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6. |
Sherman
03:18
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Take a walk into the jungle
Take a walk into the woods
Give me a chance
Give me a look, Lord.
I can see your gaze is bored.
Take a walk into the city
Take a walk into the woods
Give me a chance
Give me a look, Lord.
I can see your gaze is bored.
I've got a new angle
The trumpeting of angels
In a dark corner
In a dank corridor
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7. |
New Idears
03:50
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Keep your elbows off the table
Keep your laces tied if you're able
Don't talk with your mouth full
Don't act up, don't act like a fool
Say grace and say grace again
You don't answer the phone when the pot roast is in
You don't play with your food, you don't touch your face
Keep your mouth shut you family disgrace
I didn't know what you wanted from me
Something real, probably
I didn't know what you wanted
but you left me depressed and totally haunted
You're taking too long to make up your mind
You just sit there, you're the silent kind
My words fall like rain upon your head
and the ashes absorb the metaphysical dread
Say grace and say grace again
You don't answer the phone when the pot roast is in
You don't play with your food, you don't touch your face
Keep your mouth shut you family disgrace
Well, the captain of ship is going down
He's going to paint your world a permanent brown
And you may be relieved that you're through
but you left us aggrieved and permanently too.
I've got new ideas.
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8. |
Greenfoot
03:05
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None.
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9. |
Smokeus
02:11
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Lipstick and leather
Got bananas coming out of the walls
You're searching the sky
Replaced your balls with eyeballs
You want more
That has merit
I'll be your smokin' joe
Looking at you
Through a hole in the pants
Turkish midnight box
Smooth box, red box
You want more
That has merit
I'll be your smokin' joe
Lipstick and leather
See your point from my vantage
You play it cool and I'll play it mild
Alive with pleasure, let's get wild.
You want more
That has merit
I'll be your smokin' joe
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10. |
Don Potato
03:27
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Oh my God are you the night stranger?
Dislocate my brain, stick in a manger
Turn my dream into a bun, burn it up in the oven
When your soul is this dead might as well join a coven.
Too much at stake
You want to drive in that stake
Are you the night stranger?
My brain jumps out, it's gonna run down the street
I see a fool in the mirror, he's a mindless piece of meat
Talking to a mop head in a darkened room
You wait for the crazy man to change his tune
Too much at stake
You want to drive in that stake
Are you the night stranger?
Starting to think about starting my own army
But these dreams I'm having are starting to alarm me
You've got to pull me out, pull me out, tell me I'm your man!
I'm the man who wants to take a nap in the sand.
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11. |
F***face Wins the Race
03:37
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On the way to your vacation
Leave your soul in a vacant station
There you see your doppelganger
Speak to it, but it doesn't answer
Where are you going?
Nowhere fast.
In the end you'll win the race
Even though it'll be a disgrace
Because you lie, you cheat, you steal
You leave it all up to fate.
Where are you going?
Nowhere fast.
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