1. |
The Curse of Big Job
02:10
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i'll take that 18 wheels
straight into yr living room
& watch as i crucify myself to the grill
nails thru hands
grab the hose
& siphon the diesel down my throat
i'm bonded american
to product & machine
a real american dream
i'll be the spare
the 19th wheel
probably not in use
& i hope i never will
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2. |
Candy Christian
02:13
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lust for yr love
that feeling has come
a devil's drive
a moonlit ride
in the house of ill-repute
yr uncle & yr gardener too
an ache for longing
desire for candy
i don't want to be wanted
spit on me
spit
on
me
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3. |
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i woke up this morning with a pain in my head
went to bed spinning
thought i'd wake up dead
i bought a pack cigs cause i felt so gross
now i'm headed for a nicotine overdose
cigarettes, cigars, snuff
i went to a party last nite
& stole someone's juul
probably belonged to some daddy's money fool
i don't like to brag
& i don't like to boast
but now i'm headed for
a nicotine overdose
cigarettes, cigars, snuff
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4. |
And Me
00:31
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shame on you
i want you
shame on you
shame on me
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5. |
Appalachia
02:37
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somewhere between appalachia & the west
a family lost
a brother & sister's incest
longing for an outer dark
a cow's disease
caught between you & me
the middle states landlocked drone
no home
come close
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6. |
Keep
02:35
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what is a life worth living?
if i'm not breathing
can't seem to feel anymore
what is a life worth living?
if i'm not breathing
look in my eyes
see my fear
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7. |
Present
02:20
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never alone
i want to go somewhere
where nobody's home
to be in exile
to be in control
to hurt my body
to cleanse my soul
i've never ever
ever
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8. |
Carnal Knowledge
03:05
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i can taste my blood
dripping off yr hands
i'll watch the red-exit
it fell to the floor
feel like you fall
a step too close
& now tears
tears on the bathroom floor
how hard will it be?
to talk you up
i'll abandon carnal knowledge
become the understanding one
blood
i want blood
i am blood
blood
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TYL Bellingham, Washington
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