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HEAL! HEAL! FROG ASS!
04:15
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He’s coming home tonight
He’s prepping his own coffin
He’s bring lady death to dinner
Own won’t his folks be proud
And the world is a dumpster fire
Please done wake me up
He’s eatin his way out of his brain
You’ll see his masterpiece soon
As winter draws in closer
He slowly fades away into his favorite place
And the world is a dumpster fire
Please done wake me up
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I saw you dancing in the dark
The silhouette of the strings that pulled you
Danced off the wall in unison
Where will they pull you next?
Will you dance?
Will you dance with me?
Don’t mind the hands not seen
Your cry for help has been lost in translation
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Hey hey there
Hey there, sailor
What does that sailor mouth do?
Hey hey there
Hey there, sailor
Where do those sailor legs go?
Little sailor, little little sailor
Lookin just like a sea queen
Hey hey there
Hey there, sailor
suckin those sails so mean
Take a ride on my dream machine
You’re gonna drown down with your scene
Ride the wave of insecurity
Ride the wave
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SeeYouSpaceFuckBoy
01:42
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Poor little spoiled white boy
Crying over spilt milk that he dropped inside the shiny car that his rich daddy bought for him
Poor little spoiled white boy
Can’t spare a quarter for the homeless man gone hungry or the dying kids how funny he thinks women owe him everything and now we’re left with a crime scene
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You’re just a white face in a brown parade
Put on a brown mask for your masquerade
But now the party’s over time to sell us out
Riding on this bullshit crisis clout
Put on a brown face
It’s time to go to work
Get the fuck off the stage
And into the dirt
John Ingram ate my ass and all he got was this lousy song
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The Midnight Man
01:38
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Ive heard of you before
I’ve seen your face around
He’s coming
Closer closer
Please do not make a sound
He’s slipping farther in
He’s thinks he’s gonna win
How did he fucking find you?
Must Facebook remind you?
He’s rising from the grave
It’s your voice that he craves
When you hear that sound
It’s your number he’s found
He’s gonna come for you
Even though you’re through
Leave his punk ass on read
Better dead on read
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Doomed Forever
03:20
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I want the sky to open up
And swallow me whole
I wanna feel the grime on its teeth
As I slip in
I want to get stopped at the gates
And get cavity searched by a handsy little fuck
There’s no time to cry for the dead
Just say a prayer and hope you’re not next
And if heaven crashes down on me
Fate will take its place
Satan, please take a bow
That’s checkmate, baby
This will be the last song I ever fucking write for you
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