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Cataract
01:47
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I can't help but think that no one cares
C'est la vie
This deluge of fear and dread of
Loneliness seems will never cease
I can't get ahead, I'm stuck in despair
All my life,
Rife with strife, and it seems as if
The next rung can never be reached
Well, If I had just one thing to say to you, it would be:
When you look at your lifeline,
This shit is so stupid
It's just like the cracks in -
a long line of fence
And you know that
tomorrow's gonna be, surprise!
Another day,
Though it may seem the same,
use it to your gain
The days that are lost, man,
can never be saved
When I look ahead,
I'm stuck with the past
Permanent scars,
Never detached, and it seems as if life
Is a collection of mistakes amassed
But I guess it has worth,
'Cuz it's worth a laugh.
I've got nothing left, left holding the bag
And it seems as if I've fulfilled
This adage at last
Well I recall what my father said to me in a time of need:
When you look at your lifeline,
This shit is so stupid
It's just like the cracks in -
a long line of fence
And you know that tomorrow's gonna be, surprise, another day
Though it may seem the same,
use it to your gain
The days that are lost, son,
can never be saved
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2. |
Aliens
02:30
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Aliens are gonna fuck us hard,
Big spaceships hovering over our cars
No!
Maybe this ‘every man for himself’ will start to fade
Maybe these feelings of nobility will dissipate
Even Vietnam will be on our side against
The short bald headed bitches, with the oblong heads
No we’re not talking about the Chinese,
Strictly interplanetary,
Communists fighting with democracy,
Proletariat with bourgeoisie
We’re shooting missiles straight up
into their dispatch bays,
All roads out of town
Soon to be disintegrated
Setting the stage for the slave trade boom, yeah
Watching their shuttles destructing the Hubble -
What’ll we have left to boast
When we’re locked up with our international foes?
Why is it every time I go for a walk through the woods at night
I see a silver disc hovering above me?
A beam of light flashes down from the ship to take me away,
they want my DNA!
If you thought this funny
Wait til you see authority losing control,
Vladimir Putin’s up next for the prisoner anal probe
The remnants of earth finally reduced to
A common class: specimen with red asses
We’ll be saying:
Where the fuck is Will Smith!?
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3. |
Cancerous Appendage
02:13
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As you spend your days,
Contemplate
You must have weighed
the weight of hell
And for the first time felt
A cancerous appendage.
You must be afraid, to throw away
To throw away yourself
With the distant smell
Of rotting friendships
Is it worth it?
Or is it worthless?
Of course, no one could answer this
And even if God did, in fact, exist
He’d leave you answerless
So much for him being majestic
You’re on your own for this
And that feeling in the pit –
Of your stomach...
It couldn’t come at a
more perfect worse time,
couldn’t come at a
more perfect worse time.
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Chicago Style Weenies Chicago, Illinois
You can go to New York for pizza or Philadelphia for cheesesteak, but everyone knows you come to Chicago for a heapin’ weenie. Don’t let the cute name delude you, though; no fillers or by-products make their way into Chicago Style Weenies’ songs. We offer a humorous outlook on our surroundings, but don’t tread lightly in voicing our opinions through our brand of punk-rock crooners. ... more
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