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My Deathbed
03:02
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My deathbed rattles and rocks as it rolls out the back of the hospice truck
Come on!
My deathbed rattles and rocks as it busts into my bedroom
Fucking, goddamn it!
Born to be a wheeze
Not a full asthmatic
My deathbed, my deathbed, my deathbed reeks of heaven
My deathbed rattles and rocks and the hospice nurse just laughs a lot at me
My deathbed rattles and rocks and it’s you that set this up
So, do something, goddamn it!
Born to be a weed
Not a full asthmatic
My deathbed, my deathbed, my deathbed reeks of heaven
And it’s the last thing I need
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2. |
Work The Boss
03:45
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Grew up on a farm nestled in the city
Big apple, Wisconsin, Philly
Got detention in Miami and vacation in Detroit
Shack in the Swiss Alps - basketball courts
I think a lot about services rendered entirely useless
Everything for me - nothing left for you
‘Cause I work the bosses at the annual review
And there’s nothing to it
Even you could do it
There’s nothing to it - even you could do it
I believe in you
Smash my alarms - haunted by a Mickey
Walt was the scapegoat for Eisner’s Disney
Prevention can be tacky - I’d rather just exploit
All those double-L-beany-baby-low-lifes at Deloitte
I think a lot about wework - Arent Fox: motherfuckers ‘leg T-shirts
Slang ‘em out the trunk, take the J. Crew out to lunch -
Watch them stuff they face with Colony Capital Crunch
And there’s nothing to it
Even you could do it
There’s nothing to it - even you could do it
I believe in you
That’s why I don’t fuck with you
That’s why I don’t fuck with you
That’s why I don’t fuck with Sidley, Turelk, Morrison Foerster too
When I get up, I sit back down
I don’t lift many fingers -
I lay about and wait for your call
You always call
You ask me if I wanna do things, but nah
No, thank you
No, thank you - fuck you
No, thank you
I practice saying “no” in the mirror every day
So, when you knock-knock-knock
I know just what to say
No, thank you
No, thank you - fuck you
No, thank you
If you want we could talk about it
If you want we could talk and talk and talk and talk and talk and talk and talk and talk
I’d rather not
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3. |
Spectre #4
01:02
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(sounds of ZORCH)
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4. |
Welcome Back Rat
01:19
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I'm fucking gone 'cause I never was here to begin with
Just because you see me doesn't really mean a thing
I'm gone
Never coming back
Not in this lifetime or the one's after that
Decidedly: voided out entirely
I could turn it all around if I could turn the rest down, down, down
Welcome back the fucking rat
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5. |
Mondogargantuando
02:10
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Mondogargantuando means big under the table 'till we get to know
Each other better - better than you've ever known a motherfucker
That's how good we gots to get each other
'Cause it's mondogargantuando, you follow?
Big problems today and tomorrow - always caving in
Braindead prophets slanging spin, what the fuck?
What the fuck?
Mondogargantuano means I don't ask why 'cause I expect to know
What they did when you said that you did what you said
And their faces looking all fucking shook up I bet
Yeah, it's a mondogargantuando
Small fry down today, but he up-up tomorrow
All a wash - blowhard bigshot greasing the lot
What the fuck?
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6. |
Where's Waldo?
03:50
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Sacco and Vanzetti Jr. show up at the plaza
They looking real slick -
Sipping micro marijuanas
I asked them if they’d show me how to bomb the computer
They said, “find a Waldo or just stay in school ya bruiser”
Oh god, all my demons riding for free
Oh god, degenerate destiny
Oh god, Waldofo come home to me
Where’s Waldo?
Where’s Waldo? I need a Waldo
Where’s Waldo?
Took it too seriously and now I’m no fun
Took it too seriously and now I’m all used up
Where’s Waldo?
Where’s Waldo? I need a Waldo
Where’s Waldo?
He could be lost in space
He could be any place
But him probably with you -
In the same trunk that I saw you stuff him into
He could be lost in space
He could be any place
But him probably with you -
Gently rotting like forgotten fruit
Where’s Waldo?
Where’s Waldo? I need a Waldofo Astorioso
Where’s Waldo?
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7. |
Hanging Up The God
01:50
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Hanging up the god
Feeling like my head’s strong
But I don’t know nothing
Bringing down the rob
Picking at my old scars
Facing who I was
Scrub myself ‘till I become clean
Speaking up is hard
Folding all my thoughts in
Feeling like I’m wasted
Gunning for a nod
Sleeping through a lifetime is sounding kind of smart
Scrub myself ‘till I become clean
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8. |
Go Fuck Off
01:56
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All they really, really, really wanted was to b’have like a bigshot
Crash the picture
All they really really really really really really really really really really wanted to do was use up
You and me and everybody
You and me and everybody
You and me and them that’s why you gotta listen to what they’re saying to you -
‘Cause it’s obvious
Tell ‘em all to go fuck off!
Tell ‘em all to go fuck off!
Gotta find the strength to grind the bosses into paste
All they really, really, really wanted was a place they could rest their bloated quota
All they really, really, really wanted was a pass so they could keep on fucking over you
Do you, do you listen to what they’re saying to you?
‘Cause it’s obvious
Tell ‘em all to go fuck off! Yeah!
Tell ‘em all to go fuck off!
Gotta work the boss ‘till they forget how to work a fucking clock
Tell them all to get fucked
You work for me now!
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9. |
Ring Round The Drain
02:33
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Ball game on freeze frame
Makes me feel like the ring round the drain
It's a close-call for nicknames
Can't complain, gotta swallow the day or go -
Back to the middle
I went back to the middle and it ain't no fun
Maybe you would like it 'cause it's where you belong
All shame gone away
Make me feel like the scum I crave
It's a big price to twice pay
When I say "no", I mean what I say - I can't go -
Back to the middle
I went back to the middle and it ain't no fun
Maybe you would like it 'cause it's where you belong
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10. |
Lords Of Blow
02:37
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Lords of blow - it's how it goes
Cut straws, grandma's, three days in a row
Lords of blow - intervention heroes
I miss those days when we always founds a way to
Sort it out
If it wasn't for Motley Crue shit - I'd have been a dentist
Sort it out
If it wasn't for Ziploc - you and I would not talk
Not talk, not talk, you and I would not talk
Lords of blow - forever broke
Call me Mr. Frontpage - hit you up on pay day
(Lords of blow)
Sort it out
If it wasn't for Motley Crue shit - I'd have been a dentist
Sort it out
If it wasn't for Ziploc - you and I would not talk
Not talk, not talk, you and I would not talk
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Big Infant Los Angeles, California
Four unbearable nicklickers come together to chief it big underneath a rotting California sun.
Featuring members
of Xibalba and Bitch Jagger - Big Infant has arrived to bring the world ZORCH: a curiously new style of heavy music that has one foot in the bing and one foot in the bong. Crushing, weird and defiantly jubilant, Big Infant is a big ol’ thing for all them little wingdings.
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