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Beater Lyfe
01:09
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I live a beater lyfe, it's kinda nice. I piss in my backyard. Got my bb gun, it's loads of fun. Ain't no need to go real far. "Yo pup could you toss me a beer"? Ah fuck there's foam everywhere, but we don't care.
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Regrets
01:28
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Our regrets, they linger like bad tattoos under turtle necks. So what ya gonna do about it? You could stay in you're room, and you probably will. So take another look at yer life. Are ya waitin for a change? Everybody's playin the waitin game. It's so mundane, so full of shame. Cuz that game ends right where it begins, like terrible twistin winds. And that ain't a storm you wanna get caught up in. Cuz our regrets, they linger like bad tattoos under turtle necks.
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Oh Celia
02:12
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Oh Celia, what ya wanna know? Oh Celia, where ya wanna go? Do ya wanna know what it'd feel like to feel like the others, the others that've tried? Do ya wanna go where the concrete climbs? Why ya think you'll feel alive where so much life has had to die? Oh Celia why? Oh Celia, you know you ain't gotta stay. But oh Celia, if you do go away, ya gotta promise that you'll stay real strong. If I had the will you know I'd come along. Ya gotta swear that if those pillars do fall, you'll make it out alright and you'll give me a call oh Celia.
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Little Ones
01:49
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I see the little man inside of me, and he's sorry, he's sorry. We've all got little people inside of us hiding behind our guts. And they don't wanna be seen, they're hiding behind the screen. Cuz they ain't much to look at. They ain't keep it very clean. So let's here it for the little ones, clutchin our ribs like, the bars of a jail cell, bars of a jail cell. And they ain't mean to be mean. It's just they're caked in brown and green. And they ain't used to talkin. Ya know all they do is scream. So let's hear it for the little ones.
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Non-Fiction
01:59
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What's on my mind tonight? Most likely not much and a lot much in perfect harmony. Will we have a good time tonight? Most likely maybe but I'm afraid we may be over thinkin, maybe. So get drunk and punch a window. Do the chicken and do the limbo. Make somebody realize that they could be happier with their lives and they wanna wear a funny hat. They wanna tuck their dicks in. They wanna grow strong and fat. And speak with different diction. It could all be so non-fiction. What might we find tonight? Most likely nothin but maybe somethin might could jump right out at me. Will it all be fine tonight? It ain't very likely but it might be if we ain't over thinkin, maybe.
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Been Tamed
01:01
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That old rusty shed, with the vines climbin up it. Ridin dirt bikes in the rain. Wanderin round the woods climbin the trees, givin em names. Pretendin the wind could talk. Oh how i miss, bein a lost boy with a real mean hiss. And oh how I long for, my claws n tail not to be gone no more. But I've been tamed.
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Star Hugger
02:05
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I I just told ya my sign, it ain't fair for you to say ya knew it. or "I coulda figured","I shoulda figured" ah screw it. Cuz I won't lose my cool. No I ain't no fool. No, no, no I ain't no star person. Nah I ain't no star hugger. Nah I ain't no star lover, no. Star dust in my underwear, star dust in my pubic hair, star dust everywhere. But I don't care, no. Gemini oh gemini sweet gemini. There's two of you that's what they say. Let's hope one of them's okay today. Scorpio oh scorpio oh don't ya know? Yer anger'll cause ya to explode. Let's hope, oh wait, no.
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Billy Joel
01:13
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Billy Joel could write a song twice as long as the one he wrote about the fire, but about this year. 2020. We all started the fire.
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Thankyou
01:42
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To everyone whos taken care of me when I was a poopy drunk baby I thank you and I am sorry. I guess we're both a bit lucky that I'm still just a little guy, but not for long. Yeah I'm still just a little guy, but don't get me wrong. I know I'm growin thicker, quicker, like a big bowl of batter. Fatter and fatter and sadder and sadder. Let's hope I can keep myself from splatterin out onto the side walk, the public bathroom, the middle of the street. To everyone whos taken care of me I thank you and I am sorry that I'm still just a little guy, but not for long. Yeah I'm still just a little guy, I know it's wrong. I'm still just a little guy, but not for long. Yeah I'm still just a little guy, I know it's wrong that I'm still just a little guy, but not for long.
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Big Black Sky
01:44
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Well it's a big black sky hangin over you and I and while it sure is pretty to look at, it also kinda makes me wanna cry. I hope when I strum these chords she's listenin. I hope when I'm lookin up she's lookin down. I hope when I sing this song she's smilin. I hope that she's got alotta friends around. I know that she's showin em all her son's song. I know that she's got em all singin along.
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