1. |
Pulp Friction
01:35
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I drove drunk last night
Home, I'm disgusting-
No one showed, now I'm
Feeding the glutton
What a drag, what a joke
I'm a TV trope..
And I spent the night alone
Slippin' in and out of consciousness,
Tapped out of my own existence
Got my fingernails caught in the shag of the carpet,
Watchin' some old tape, I'm as good as busted
Throwing up my guts, it's just like
Quentin Tarantino wrote my life
I drove drunk last night
Home, I'm disgusting-
No one showed, now I'm
Feeding the glutton
Got eyes crawling out my skull
I'm just a carousel of broken bones
Everything's gray and dull
Except the blood coming from my nose
Throwin' up my guts, when man,
I should just go home
Go home,
Go home.....
Go HOME!
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2. |
Dude Quest
02:50
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I'm going out, out, out with a bang
Out with the empty bottles, the cold sweats
Out with the hard falls, all of the cheap gags
Out of my mind and laugh 'til the bitter end...
It's a slow burn, but I'm feeling brand new
It's my party and I'll die if I want to
I'm going head-first into the deep end
The roof is on fire, and I'm coming up next
Burn out, call it a tailspin-
Melt down my parts so we can all pretend
I'm this cool calculator, smooth operator-
"Michael J Faker"
When I could be a cheap imitation,
Someone who hates us-
Someone you wish was dead
It's a slow burn that I'm holding onto
It's my party and I'll die if I want to...
And I wish you all the best, but I swear
That part of me is dead,
Dead....
A farewell to all that's been done and said,
But I don't have one regret
Melting in the mirror and I've never seen this world so clear
Melting in the mirror and the future's never been so clear
Melting in the mirror and my head has never felt so clear
Melting in the mirror and I've never seen the end so near
Melting in the mirror and I've never seen this world so clear
Melting in the mirror and the future's never been so clear
Melting in the mirror and my head has never felt so clear
Melting in the mirror and I've never seen the end so near
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3. |
Orange Dracula
03:02
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You needed a crutch when you're out of touch,
And you're drowning just a little too much
You're throwing a stone into the river alone,
And lately you've been biting through your tongue...
And you're fucking up,
Having to clean up dried-up blood..
From your bathroom tub,
Lying awake, you've had enough...
You've had it coming all along
But you're hiding from
(Thank god for dumb luck)
A life that's come undone
Where is your light?
You lost it in spite of all the bridges you set on fire
There's no cheating grief, and you can't fake sleep
But something's gotta bring you to your knees...
And you're fucking up,
Having to clean up dried-up blood..
From your bathroom tub,
Lying awake, you've had enough...
You've had it coming all along
But you're hiding from
(Thank god for dumb luck)
A life that's come undone...
I'm not stuck, you know
Down deep alone inside this hole
And I'll drag my feet straight down to hell
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4. |
Canada Dry
03:44
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Cuffed-up sleeves, be the centerpiece
Of the garden leaves, and the warm summer breeze
Do we all float away,
Cuz it's an easy escape?
I'm just a human, I can't control it
Optic illusion- am I alone
In this confusion?
Am I just a hazy, lazy sack of bones?
Break a leg, like in old age
You'll stay the same way
Like a stubborn man-
You're a hologram,
With paper hands, like grains of sand
In uncharted lands..
Like a canonball...
My head hits the wall
I'm just a human, I can't control it
Optic illusion- am I alone
In this confusion?
Am I just a hazy, lazy sack of bones?
Make your home in a shallow grave,
Working towards a weaker end-
Where're you going? Where've you been?
I'm just a human, I can't control-
Am I dreaming lucid... or am I gone?
I'm just a human, I can't control it
Optic illusion- am I alone
In this confusion?
Am I just a hazy, lazy sack of bones?
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5. |
Little Brains
02:43
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Turn the page at 21
A cultural phenomenon
That tastes like candy on your tongue
You crash and burn to hit-and-run, and it's
Done, done, and onto the next one
Cast out, we're all the same
Just stuck with little brains...
Cast out, we're unashamed
Just stuck with little brains
Lost for words and common sense,
Stripped of pomp and circumstance,
So take your technicolor bath
And slip yourself an opiate,
'Cuz it runs for miles downhill from here
And everybody's got their heads in the sand-
Everybody does it, so dive right in
Cast out, we're all the same
Just stuck with little brains...
Cast out, we're unashamed
Just stuck with little brains
Dear god, we'll never be the same...
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6. |
Avant Garbage
03:31
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You're so pathetic-
Oh yeah, I said it
Where will you go when the world starts to notice?
Live like a critic, feast on the gimmick
Getting addicted to things like a time and place...
It's such a waste,
And I heard that you found somebody
To tolerate, and she's just like you
In every way
A real class-act, minus the "class"
You better watch your back, the girl can't be bothered
With the hipster trash, the "avant garbage"
And she hates my life,
But I think she wants it...
You play the part of
Her absentee father
You're not in love, and you sure ain't a martyr
Don't be so modest, I promise, it's obvious
You're here for the show, like the rest of us...
It's such a waste,
And I heard that you found somebody
To tolerate-
Your little So-Cal, lowbrow Girl Scout
A real class-act, minus the "class"
You better watch your back, the girl can't be bothered
With the hipster trash, the "avant garbage"
And she hates my life,
But I think she wants it...
You're a part of the problem, an uncultured product
Of your generation, there's no escape
All the things you become are the things that you hate,
So your partner in crime is your "one-in-the-same"
A real class-act, minus the "class"
You better watch your back, the girl can't be bothered
With the hipster trash, the "avant garbage"
And she hates my life,
'Cuz I think she wants it
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7. |
Bruised
01:16
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It left a bruise
They're hard to lose
Until you prove
You're not fool
It lays heavy on your brain
It stays busted all the same
It left a bruise
They're hard to lose
Until you prove
You're not a fool...
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8. |
Homebody
03:25
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There are paintings on my wall
That my mom drew when she was small...
And there are trophies on my dad's desk, but
I've got none, 'cuz I'm just a fuck-up...
So I'll stay away and pray, that maybe someday....
I'll fix the cracks, I'm broken up
I'll sit up against that wall
And maybe I'll crawl but I won't stall...
I know that I look better
Wearing your tattered sweater
So I'll stay away and pray, that maybe someday...
I'll fix the cracks, I'm broken up
I'll sit up against that..
(WOO!)
There are paintings on my wall
That my mom drew when she was small...
And there are trophies on my dad's desk, but
I've got none 'cuz I'm just a fuck-up...
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