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(S)election (O)f (S)laughter
I went to the polling both as if I had a choice
I wanted to change the world but I never even had a choice
Oh you have been raised since birth
to obey and to consume
and THEY LIVE to tell you that
there is nothing you can do
They say it's rigged, everywhere you go
you are a pig, cooking nice and slow
It's 2016 by now I thought we'd be justified
I thought we'd change the world somehow but we're the generation lost to democide
Oh you have been raised since to birth
to stay asleep and reproduce
and THEY LIVE to tell you that
there is nothing you can do
They say it's rigged, everywhere you go
You are a pig, cooking nice and slow
Do you read between the lines
(THEY LIVE, WE SLEEP)
Do you see the world outside
(PUT ON THE SHADES)
Your lies left the world behind
Your eyes left the whole world blind
(STAY AWAKE, OPEN YOUR EYES TO THEIR LIES!)
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2. |
Punk Rock Bush
02:17
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Punk Rock Bush
A couple years ago I meet this filthy fuckin punk
she was hanging in the front yard and i could she was real fucked up
she was planeted by the mailbox, we were drinkin on the balcony
and up above from our new home we felt no sympathy
That bush is more punk rock than me
She's filled with broken glass and spray paint canisters
She's got rocks instead of rainbows that make up her character
Never want to let her in for fear she'll bring in bugs
It's hard to clean her up when you know she's hiding drugs
That bush is more punk rock than me
Always got a couple of skateboards hang 'round
Yah some hacky sacs and baseball bats in case some shit goes down
Like god above we throw our empty cans and cigarettes
Just like Detroit she's filled will burning trash and hopelessness
That bush is more punk rock than me
Lets see if this bush is more puck rock than this!!
(Metal Solo)
That bush was more punk rock than that
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3. |
Better Off Without You
03:09
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Better Off Without You
I want to talk to you about How this world is fucked
But at least I'm not insane
I'm tired of Being in the middle of broke and stuck
Digging my own grave
I gotta get out this town Before I’m shit out of luck
Before I splatter my brains
At least I have my 40 ounce Too let me down to bring me out
For Another hung over day
But I'm still here
I have my beer
And I could go on without you
Cuz You my dear
You are not here
I'm better off without you
I don’t want to talk to you about how you left me that night
you made me go insane
I’m tired of living in the past out moments of my life
Just put me in my grave
I gotta figure it out the future not looking so bright
I better rack my brain
But I still have my 40 ounce Too let me down to bring me out
For Another hung over day
But I'm still here
I have my beer
And I could go on without you
Cuz You my dear
You are not here
I'm better off without you
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4. |
Bedroom Floor
04:37
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She had her boots all laced up but he pretended like he'd forgotten how to tie his shoes
so they sat in the four seasons room looking sad, counting every last word they used
She tried to help him but he always had this way of being constantly comically drunk
so they let the boredom creep in and munch on their feet like a dumpster diving punk
She tried again, she couldn't help it and she carved a canoe from the old oak tree out back
She offer him her hand sitting silent in the water but he freezes and he can't react
Yah, he's just terrified of those pretty blue eyes, they're like an ocean on a sun set
So he watches her drift into the low hanging horizon until she's just a silhouette
But he panics when he sees the beak of his giant squid-like mistake
Yah the slippery, wet, choking tentacles squeezing until he feels something break
So he jumps into those storm torn waters, he doesn't know how to swim
So he's sinking to the bottom like a pebble he's wishing that he could start again
He brought her down
He drank too much to be around and he never thought enough about her
She planted all the seed while he threw the stones, the foundation to their home
And as he broke out all the windows she would cover them in plastic and Cardboard cuz hometown's cold
She had a plan worth every penny
He had the blue prints to the bank
But he left the bullets to his 44
like a call for help on their bedroom floor
where the don't zip up in those sleeping bags anymore
But it's so cold this time of year way up there in Michigan
and as the water freezes around him, he can finally understand
That the ice can only hide the body of a fragile, broken man
until the spring it brings the bleached white bones not the life that he could have had
So he climbs his sad, soggy ass out of the river and he looks up at the stars
pointed in the same direction you were when you left and he wonders where you are
Oh his cigarette breath and whiskey distress is only good for ignorant requests
He can literally see ever lie he tells himself inside of his frozen breath
He brought her down
He drank too much to be around and he never thought enough about her
She planted all the seed while he threw the stones, the foundation to their home
And as he broke out all the windows she would cover them in plastic and Cardboard cuz hometown's cold
She had a plan worth every penny
He had the blue prints to the bank
But she took the bullets to his 44
So there's no red wine on the bedroom floor
Just the imprints of ghosts not sleeping anymore
Trying to grasp the concept of time with cigarettes and whiskey
There's a parallel universe he swears somewhere out there, were she's still with me
Trying to grasp the concept of time with cigarettes and whiskey
There's a parallel universe he swears somewhere out there, were she still loves me
At least there god damn better be!
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5. |
Flaming Young
02:59
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Flaming Young
Flaming young, Flaming young
what a delicacy for rich Ameri-cunts
Flaming young, Flaming young
You better hide your kids from america
Picture all these burning babies running through the streets
And all the rich white men with golden forks to eat
The smoldering remains of the innocent and poor
Isn't this what we created capitalism for?
Flaming young, Flaming young
what a delicacy for rich Ameri-cunts
Flaming young, Flaming young
You better hide your kids from america
There will always be a better hunk of meat to eat
But how would you know if you only eat the feet
So close your eyes, do exactly what they say
And we can feast on all the scraps those fat cats throw away
(Strange reggae stuff)
Flaming young, Flaming young
what a delicacy for rich Ameri-cunts
Flaming young, Flaming young
You better hide your kids from america
Flaming young, Flaming young
Can't let 'em live if they're poor or dumb
Flaming young, Flaming young
They're not as tender past year one
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6. |
I Fall To Pieces
02:16
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I fall to pieces
I fall to pieces
Each time I see you again
I fall to pieces
How can I be just your friend?
You want me to act like we've never kissed (Never kissed)
You want me to forget
Pretend we've never met (never Met)
And I've tried and I've tried, but I haven't yet
You walk by and I fall to pieces
You walk by and I fall to pieces
I fall to pieces
Each time someone speaks your name
I fall to pieces
Time only adds to the flame
You tell me to find someone else to love (Else to love)
Someone who'll love me too
The way you used to do (That's Not Cool)
But each time I go out with someone new
You walk by and I fall to pieces
You walk by and I fall to pieces
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7. |
Magnum PO'd
03:08
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Magnum PO'd
Endless power, meaningless actions
not enough thought into what’s going to happen
I will not take my chances to procrastinate
and I can’t change cuz there’s too much hate
I will not pay for your glory or your income
I will not stand for this cuz you stole my freedom
I can’t say I’m right, but I can say you’re wrong
With all the debt you left us in…we’re never going to get along
We’re going to fall away
With nothing good to say
Were digging further into the ground
The example we see
They’ll be no future for me
Unless we turn this place around
death comes from animosity
pull the trigger too soon and you’ll see
You’ve taken away their dreams
you act this way but you can’t keep the peace
People die and people mourn
Life goes on but the scars are worn
through all these years, nothing to say
Except the obvious, why can’t we change
We’re going to fall away
With nothing good to say
Were digging further into the ground
The example we see
They’ll be no future for me
Unless we turn this place around
Something I’ve been thinking out loud
Is how we all grew up in the same place
Look how we live, look how we die
It’s a fucked up world we live in today
I’m not sure How we made it this far,
From what we need and what we take
but i’m sure if we take it too far
it’ll be the last song that we sing
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8. |
Sunbeam
03:34
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Sunbeam
Put me in a sunbeam
Cuz I've been Living in the shade
Take me out of the darkness
It's where I seem to be most days
Now that winter is over
And the clouds have gone away
Spending time having adventures
Just an endless Saturday
Hay man we might not come back
As a matter of fact we lack the social obligations that hold you back
we got what we need sunshine, whiskey and love
Put me in a sunbeam
Cuz I've been Living in the shade
Take me out of the darkness
It's where I seem to be most days
Hay man we might not come back
As a matter of fact we lack the social obligations that hold you back
we got what we need sunshine, whiskey and love
Hay man we could still come back
But after all we've seen, what would really be the point of that
we got what we need sunshine, whiskey and love
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9. |
Hungry Worms
03:56
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Hungry Worms
I bought my casket
I bought my plot
I found myself a nice place to rot
The ground is soft here
Longing for my bones
And this is where I'll lay them as I decompose
I know that I wont be in one piece for very long
This box it has locks, But soon I will be gone
Hungry worms
They'll break in and eat my skin
They'll eat my organs and my nerves
Hungry worms
Holy shit!.... These Hungry worms
I want my lantern
So I can see
Throw it in my coffin, right nest to me
Turn that fucker on
As you lower me down
Cuz I hear it gets pretty spooky undergound
I want to see those little fucking assholes breaking in
I want to see those slimy fuckers crawling on my skin
Hungry worms
They'll break in and eat my skin
They'll eat my organs and my nerves
Hungry worms
Holy shit!.... These Hungry worms
Laying underground smoking cigarettes watching worms eat all my flesh
Laying underground smoking cigarettes watching worms eat all my flesh
Laying underground smoking cigarette after cigarette after cigarette
Laying underground smoking cigarettes watching all these mother fuckin
Hungry worms
They'll break in and eat my skin
They'll eat my organs and my nerves
Hungry worms
Holy shit!.... These Hungry worms
Tell all your friends that I am dead and that I taste just like cigarettes
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10. |
Pork Chops In A Cann
01:37
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Pork Chops In A Cann
I don't eat, I just drink
Pork Chops In A Cann
Isn't it fun, nutrition from aluminum
Pork Chops In A Cann
Mother says I'm the prettiest girl in school
Pork Chops In A Cann
I teach the children that drinking's fuckin cool
Pork Chops In A Cann
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11. |
Pennies In My Mouth
01:22
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Pennies In My Mouth
She hides knifes in her vaginal cavity
But that kind of shit hardly even bothers me
When she walks by, Blood on her thigh
Thats when I know, to jsut go with the flow
Pennies in my mouth and I taste that I love you
If tonight was only to blow up in my face
I'd do it over just the same, ingore the voices in my brain
And hopfully you'll fall asleep before I have to leave
Because when you wake up
I will be over the cliff
Because I drove my sick ass crotch rocket over it
A display of affection
to avoid your rejection
I'd mangle my corpse just for you
As I lay here on fire
My crotch rocket pyre
It's boiling the skin from my bones
Thanks for that one good time
But I'd rather die here alone
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Whoopi Goldblum Lansing Charter Township, Michigan
Band members:
Travis J.Thompson-vocals/Bass
Matt Carr -
Guitar/vocals
Cayman Little-Keys/Horns
Adam "The Cheetah" Phelps-Drums/vocals
Jason Roedel -lead guitar/Vape pen
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