1. |
Road Blues
03:41
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i looked down deep inside my pot
searching for a supper good and hot
the food inside had started to rot
i looked at my life and i took a shot
i got the road blues
and i know what to do
rummy george and suzy bricks
had met out in the sticks
hit the road just for kicks
sold me a compass for a fix
i’m on the road again
i don’t know where i’ve been
blew some horns with pegleg sam
kicked the gong with the reefer man
shot some rats by the garbage can
felt up helga with my own bare hands
i got the road blues
so i’ll go somewhere new
drank some gin at a texas diner
met a girl i wined and dined her
tried my best to find her finer
and when i was done i crept up behind her
i’m on the road again
i don’t know where to begin
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2. |
Hound Bowel
04:06
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you gas up the car
why don’t you gas up the driver?
starin in the devil’s eyes
i pulled out the pliers
you gas up the car
why don’t you gas up the driver?
sucking on his mama’s thighs
there were no survivors
hound bowel
stuff it all inside
of a hound bowel
you gas up the car
why don’t you gas up the driver?
get up from out your seat
and ignite a fire
you gas up the car
why don’t you gas up the driver?
i really just don’t know why
i am such a liar
hound bowel
wrap it all up
in a hound bowel
you gas up the car
why don’t you gas up the driver?
sucking on the devil’s eyes
i pulled out the pliers
you gas up the car
why don’t you gas up the driver?
i’ll execute your mother’s mom
if she wears a wire
hound bowel
hide it all inside
of a hound bowel
hound bowel
hound bowel
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3. |
Moonshine
02:50
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well the moon don’t shine
and the sun don’t sing
and everything tastes like blood
the dogs are whining
and the trees are dying
and you’re stuck in the mud
you look up at heaven
at the seven eleven
and you only see a cigar
a big fat fist
from a hairy wrist
and a stolen junky’s car
they planted my knees
and it’s starting to freeze
and i’m not sure where i am
they gotta black blindfold
it’s starting to snow
and my futures just a sham
my body stalls up
when there’s nothing much
i’ll go back to eating lunch
well the bums are dancing
and you lost your chances
and your bones are bleeding again
your teeth like tobacco
and the sky turns the lotto
in the back of your mind
there’s a rich man eating
and his lips are bleeding
blowin his nose on a one dollar bill
nobody gets felt
your cock will melt
i don’t like you anyway
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4. |
Late at Night
03:30
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late at night i left my bed
i felt well rested asleep in my head
the hallways melted and turned into streets
around every corner mafia police
stags and peeps loops and cheeks
neon lights and fist fights
a parade in the night
i figured i would take in a show
barb wire dolls with candy bardot
the floor was bleeding the ceiling full of bees
i felt nice and cozy right there in my seat
the raincoat crowd was all around
a cloud of smoke and dirty jokes
everybody’s broke
the air was full of pimps and creeps
serial killers homeless asleep
violence in the aisles and on the screen
moonwalk to the party out on the scene
live nude girls and tilta-whirls
a ferris wheel a final meal
dancing 12 inch heels
i looked all around at the places i could go
went into a nightclub as it started to snow
a caterpillar served me a drink
i took a few sips and found myself at the sink
alprazolam citalopram
thirteen cyclobenzaprine
i got back into bed for 60 hours
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5. |
Hard
03:10
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i got myself a migraine
it hurts to the touch
my mind is full of fumes
and my brain it aint much
and it's so hard
when you're not around
it gets so hard
when you're outta town
i start to cry
in my backyard
i start to cry
it's so hard
well when i get lonesome
i like to huff dirt
i stick my face down in it
and inhale till it hurts
and then i'll sleep
out on the lawn
it's really dark out there
among the prawn
it's just me
and the bugs
it's just me
and the drugs
thhe moon is leaking sleep dust
the stars are full of lard
the steel guitar is jerking off
and baby it's so hard
it gets so hard
when yer around
and it's so hard
when urine town
you start to cry
it's so hard
you start to cry
it's so hard
it's so hard
it's so hard
it's so hard
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6. |
Deviled Ants
02:35
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alienate
isolate
avoid
i’m unemployed
mute mute mute mute
mute mute mute mute ant
alienate
isolate
a void
i’m paranoid
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7. |
Wally Wood
02:21
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the light and shadow play upon his barstool
he drinks a can and crush it gainst his head
he don’t talk much i seen he lives in squalor
makes dollars drawing pictures, he said
wally wood went to hollywood
like he thought he should
but it was no good
a cheshire grin spread across his threshold
the moon’s a yellow jacket in the sky
says that lately he’s been getting headaches
and the doctors won’t tell him why
wally wood was up to no good
he drew stuff that he shouldn’t’ve
wally wood wally wood
wally wood would wally wood
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8. |
Gone Fishing
03:26
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i went fishing the other night
the water was dark nothing would bite
i went drifting around midnight
the fog covered everything it felt alright
i went fishing in the sea of dreams
i noticed something around 2:15
a dirt mound swelling from the waters it seemed
growing by the second as the moon beamed
i got out of my boat
onto this great dirty mud float
seen a lone doorway as i roamed
opened it up and down i go
checking my watch at about four
i bound down the stairwell behind this door
it led down miles and miles more
found a fishing hole in the earth’s core
down in the hole where you never been
i caught some fish like you never seen
sunrise never comes when i’m fishing
it goes on and on for eternity
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9. |
VHS
02:31
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i’ve got tapes and tapes and tapes
of suicides and rapes
i’m a VHS viewer
i collect VHS
i have never had sex
i’m a VHS voyeur
troll two
i got deja vu
i’ve seen it
have you?
revenge is my destiny
i think of you when i pee
i’m a VHS voyeur
never too young to die
please be kind and rewind
i’m a VHS viewer
rodan
garbage can
gidget goes to court
i’ll kill you, man
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10. |
Toxic High
03:17
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every night we go to toxic high
we get on the bus around 8:05
toxic high
toxic high
toxic high
toxic high
i learned to count and i looked around
and i started to frown on your account
toxic high
toxic high
toxic high
toxic high
toxic high i want a toxic high
i want to die cause of a toxic high
toxic high
toxic high
toxic high
toxic high
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11. |
Jackie Gleason
04:43
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jackie gleason saw a dead alien
in notre dame i saw a two-headed jesus
elvis absorbed his little twin
that’s why he could sing the blues
that’s why he could sing the blues
i’ve got a face on the back of my head
it never eats it never sings
it cries and laughs and whispers things
i like to stick my hands in the meat
i like to stick my hands in the meat
uncle’s deal went down in the basement
he made them fight and took pictures
down inside you’re dirty
all you kids make me sick
all you kids make me sick
curly had a stroke and went to baldy view
stepin fetchit was born in 1896
or 1894 or 1902
joe cobb died masturbating
joe cobb died masturbating
as i lay dying you can give me some head
there’s some worms rhyming in my tomb
to the moon to the moon
i’m no alcoholic i’m a drunkard
i’m no alcoholic i’m a drunkard
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12. |
No Brain
01:54
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red feces
shit vapors
butt sweat
take a bath
bogart’s kidney stones
lsd hamburger
tits and no brain
miced and moussed
no brain
for me to use
tooth decay
sexy stuff
earwax
baby farm
little weasel
bone eating snot flowers
dicks and no brain
no pain
no brain
no pain
no brain
red feces
shit vapors
butt sweat
take a bath
bogart’s kidney stones
lsd hamburger
piss and no brain
miced and moussed
no brain
it’s of no use
no brain
no pain
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13. |
Shit Vapors
02:32
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i don’t know what i’m doing
but i’m not doing fine
i don’t know what i’m spewing
but it’s the color of wine
shit vapor
shit vapors
i fell asleep in my bedroom
despite all of the smells
everything’s growing mushrooms
and i’m under a spell
shit vapor
shit vapors
i don’t know what i’m drinking
but i’m not one to whine
thinking leads to stinking
when you’re a pathetic swine
shit vapor
shit vapors
shit vapor
shit vapors
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14. |
Nightdreams
02:08
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night dreams
indecent
disturbing
insane
mutant
night dreams
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15. |
Bed Bugs
05:42
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i’ve got bed bugs
i’ve got bed bugs
i’ve got bed bugs
i’ve got bed bugs
i just can’t go to bed
there’s bugs in my food and bugs in my head
i’ve got bed bugs
i’ve got bed bugs
i’ve got bed bugs
i’ve got bed bugs
i just don’t know what to do
there’s bugs in my hair and bugs in the stew
i’ve got bed bugs
i’ve got bed bugs
i’ve got bed bugs
i’ve got bed bugs
there’s bugs on the wall and under my skin
i just don’t think i’ll ever sleep again
i’ve got bed bugs
i’ve got bed bugs
i’ve got bed bugs
i’ve got bed bugs
all night long bed bugs fill my dreams
every night i wake up with a scream
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