1. |
The Mouthwash Years
02:59
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Lie awake all serrated copper
Bow to what you said
Shame arrest for the one for pleasure
War in weight’s caress
Father for the
Winter skin, forever
Dial, try you once again
But you’re sick
Hit diamond
Penis Pan
Go worm dig
Slave to my dick
Cowgirl bite her
I fucked her
I rail red
Now you’re dried out
What do you want for it?
Now you’re dried out
What do you want for it?
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2. |
Carousel of Progress
02:19
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Countdown to extinction
They're cutting off all the excess flesh
It's on again
All smote fucks dreamt of
The fates of their bodies
Wrecking like trains
On the way home again
It’s on again
Yeah, it’s a gag
I know it's on again
I didn't want it
It's on again
I know it's on again
And no one's laughing
And it's a gag
I know
I know it's on again
I didn't want it
It's on again
I know
I know it's on again
I didn't want it
And it's a gag
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3. |
All The Way Down
02:32
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The silence has an echo
I call out
As she replies
A wet thick voice comes over her
"She's gone"
Deafeningly loud
I call out
"I'm always here"
It's 5am
I can hear
Screams from behind the bathroom door
Strips of flesh in a pile
Blood all over the sink
Curled up
In the tub
He sat
Pieces of flesh in the sink
I can’t take it anymore
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4. |
The Stupid Man
04:55
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He is an idiot
He pissed in the oven, the animal
The couch in flames
Arrested again
Stealing medications from the elderly schizophrenics
Now physically violent
I’m certain that he’ll kill me
He is an idiot
Piece of shit
My head wasn’t there
Was not there at all
His mind wasn’t there
Piece of shit addict
Spent my time waiting for him
In the hall closet
I have been waiting for the
Perfect time
I’ve been an idiot
I’ve been cutting myself
I’ve been hit again and again
I have been hit again and again
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5. |
In A Pig's Eye
02:27
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They said “These things, they don’t just happen”
They wanna know
They asked if I’m a whore
They took my dress
They swabbed my white car
I hope they're dead now
I hope they’re fucking dead now
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6. |
Topless and Bottomless
03:13
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What do you boys say?
Cry to me
Like a baby
So fussy
Oh yeah
Every man said
"Fuck my way"
You can't even
Fuck a doll
Oh yeah
Open your mouth
Let the cum and dirt fall out
Let the stars of the night sky
Guide you out
To a working payphone
And now I said “Get up”
I know you heard it
Get on your knees and
Open up wide
I think you should calm down, man
Really
Take it easy
Like a desperate fuck
Like a desperate fuck
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7. |
I'm 14
04:35
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I open the gate
Cocaine and some other shit
I just turned 14
The manager pierces my clit
My mom doesn’t know
Just where I go once I'm dropped off
I'm on so much pills
I get in exchange for sucking cock
I open The Gate
By director Tibor Takács
In which two young friends
Discover an evil dimension
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8. |
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00:51
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9. |
Someplace Cheap
05:17
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Down a dirt road in the middle of nowhere Ohio
There’s hundreds of motorcycles parked out in a clearing
Fire archery out in the woods
Pigs roasting
A heavy metal band
Inside there’s a bar and a guy named Randy
Who would play a cover of any song you told him
We drank for free all night and hung out with the three bikers we met earlier at the McDonald's parking lot
We had the time of our lives
They offered us a place to stay
They didn’t live far
Coach and Ron and the other guy whose name I can’t remember
Ron was wearing a leather vest that's sewn onto it the American flag
So his biker nickname was Captain America
So we ride to this guy’s house
The youngest of the three
A fireman and recently divorced
I think it’s the coolest thing
Riding through the night to this house
We get inside and he has a whole room
Full of assault rifles all over the wall
He’s got all kinds of handguns and swords
They ask us if we smoke weed
And they roll up a blunt
We smoke
Then we realize none of the three bikers are smoking
Then it kind of hits us that we've been drugged
Before I know it I’m in handcuffs
And they're trying to take me into this bedroom
They say they just wanna film me in the handcuffs
Because it was funny or whatever
My friends don’t let it happen
We’re freaked out because obviously we've been drugged
And we don't know with what
Coach, I think, went home
And the firefighter man went to sleep
And me and my friends slept on the couch together
We woke up in the morning
And one of our friends had disappeared
We couldn't find him anywhere
There was a video camera sitting on the coffee table
We’re ready to fight
We woke up at 7:00 in the morning
And we have to get the fuck out of here
We find our friend in the attic on a stained mattress
And he’s naked down to his underwear
He doesn't know what happened
We don't know what happened
We get back downstairs and D is like “Look at this”
He plays back the camcorder that was sitting on the coffee table
And Captain America was jerking off
He was filming himself jerking off on us
While we were asleep
Saying the most foul, vile shit that you could possibly imagine
We’re whispering
‘Cause Captain America's passed out on this little, like, chair in the living room
But Chris is so angry he records himself saying like
“My name is __________
I work at the LensCrafters store number 664
Lehigh Valley Mall
Come to Pennsylvania and fucking find me, bitch”
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