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Spud Like Torso
01:46
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Girls bloom faster then men for sure
then lose that certain allure
with a bullseye painted upon their chest
y’all keeping talking but give it a rest
when you hit 30 your time is up
I’ll take this opportunity to wish you good luck
and I’m working my ass off from 9-5
now I’m self medicating with boxes of wine
one unwanted, two unwanted, three unwanted, four
your the smart one who had to have more
five tater, six tater, seven potater, nine
your spud like torso has left you behind
to separate yourself I’ll pay the price a breast augmentation
I had to pay twice girls decline quicker that’s for sure
two in the hands worth one in the sewer.
when you hit 30 your time is up
I’ll take this opportunity to wish you good luck
and I’m working my ass off from 9-5
now I’m self medicating with boxes of wine
one unwanted, two unwanted, three unwanted, four
your the smart one who had to have more
five tater, six tater, seven potater, nine
your spud like torso has left you behind.
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I’m the soundtrack to the end of the world
I’m the soundtrack to the end of the world
it’s also systematic, erroneous and slapstick
I’m the soundtrack to the end of the world
Morrissey sung the DJ a pandemic sweeps across the land
Ace Frehley sees a comet but I liked his other band
you’ve been through the desert but forgot to name your horse
so who’s your favorite beetle why the stink bug of course
not part of the solution blame others for the cause
just hang out and watch tv you are all patriotic slobs
so thanks for your attention now you’ll listen to me
in my hands I will hold a playlist but you’ll have to wait and see
I’m the soundtrack to the end of the world
I’m the soundtrack to the end of the world
it’s also systematic, erroneous and slapstick
I’m the soundtrack to the end of the world
Some folks fear the reaper but consider it a cult
will Sydney be a prodigy my answer would be nope
someone shouted Boston heard the drummers well endowed
oh that barracudas packed on way too many pounds
the answers in the music no pretty much got it wrong
the proof is in the pudding or perhaps at Altamont
Amy Grant is full of shit well I’ve had it up to here
while attending Bonham’s funeral I surely wore cashmere
I’m the soundtrack to the end of the world
I’m the soundtrack to the end of the world
it’s also systematic erroneous and slapstick
I’m the soundtrack to the end of the world
the soundtrack to the end of the world.
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3. |
New Car Smell
01:59
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No more of that new car smell
baby baby baby no more new car smell
once upon a time you drove perfectly well
no no no no more new car smell
In the beginning your on top of the heap
in the back of a truck or maybe a jeep
well I’ve already had my gasket blown
your trade in value is getting low
I broke your seal you blew my hose
the cause of my financial woes
I hit the brakes you hit the wall
indifferent to your overhaul
but the horse before the cart
an eyesore at a pick apart
I wish you luck I bid the well
you have lost your new car smell
No more of that new car smell
baby baby baby no more new car smell
once upon a time you drove perfectly well
no no no no more new car smell
when things were, were so brand new
kelly blue book said it was true
now your gearbox is fully blown
now I’ll part you out not take you home
I broke your seal you blew my hose
the cause of my financial woes
I hit the brakes you hit the wall
indifferent to your overhaul
but the horse before the cart
an eyesore at a pick apart
I wish you luck I bid the well
you have lost your new car smell
No more of that new car smell
baby baby baby no more new car smell
once upon a time you drove perfectly well
no no no no more new car smell
Jesus Christ I'm getting bored
I'd rather push a FIAT than drive a Ford
ass, gas or grass it's up to me
'cause nobody ever rides for free
I broke your seal you blew my hose
the cause of my financial woes
I hit the brakes you hit the wall
indifferent to your overhaul
but the horse before the cart
an eyesore at a pick apart
I wish you luck I bid the well
you have lost your new car smell.
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4. |
Perma Walkabout
01:55
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I’m out, I’m out, I’m out, I’m out, the mishap my folks know as me
I’m out, I’m out, I’m out, I’m out, no love no dog no hide a key
I’m out, I’m out, I’m out, I’m out, you’ll never train me how to pee
I’m out, I’m out, I’m out, I’m out, I’m out never never getting out
your relationships in turmoil and the face card dictates pain
lets reproduce once more we’ll be chipper once again
I beg to differ in a dumpster I’ll be tossed
thanks for playing Jesus now I’m taped up to a cross
I’m out, I’m out, I’m out, I’m out, your breastmilk tastes like alcohol
I’m out, I’m out, I’m out, I’m out, wish the state would tie dads balls
I’m out, I’m out, I’m out, I’m out, my inheritance blown at the mall
I’m out, I’m out, I’m out, I’m out, going on a perma walkabout
this selfish procreation if you do not have the dough
prescription meds come first for you did i mention the blow
I’m a human not a preowned car
kids don’t repair the strife
feel free to fucking fuck yourself enjoy your mundane life
I’m out, I’m out, I’m out, I’m out, your breastmilk tastes like alcohol
I’m out, I’m out, I’m out, I’m out, wish the state would tie dads balls
I’m out, I’m out, I’m out, I’m out, my inheritance blown at the mall
I’m out, I’m out, I’m out, I’m out, going on a perma walkabout.
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5. |
Mail Order Bride
01:57
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Girls in California complain they got it rough
they’ll check up on your bank accounts if you don’t drive a truck
if your pockets are not deep enough a tantrum will ensue
did you rifle through my wallet? now I know what I must do
this, that, this, that, the evidence is clear
this, that, this, that why don’t you disappear
this, that, this, that under boulders i will hide
it’s time for a mail order bride
it would be ideal to lease the perfect tart
it’s cheap to ship her cargo but I don’t have the heart
if I save my invoice she can be returned
no formal education so I know I won’t get burned
this, that, this, that, the evidence is clear
this, that, this, that why don’t you disappear
this, that, this, that under boulders i will hide
it’s time for a mail order bride
the skies begin to clear
best be pouring me a beer
no longer I will hide
I got’s me a mail order bride
this, that, this, that, the evidence is clear
this, that, this, that why don’t you disappear
this, that, this, that under boulders i will hide
it’s time for a mail order bride
apprehended at the border
yeah, she couldn’t get across
I’m marooned on my own island
no more mail order bride.
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6. |
The Human Mulligan
01:56
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One by one your losing your teeth
just suck it up eyes chin and checks
the futures now but it looks so bleak
that fork in the road didn’t taste so sweet
nowhere, going nowhere
going to a dark place where you sit all day peek out the window
while the kiddies play got a good hunch what the others say
bought a round trip but it goes one way
nowhere, going nowhere
not a soul on earth that you haven’t burned
had a great girl but you lost your turn
if there was a hell maybe than you’d learn
the sign read right but you made a wrong turn
nowhere, going nowhere
once upon a time you were so refined
now it’s you your cats and a box of wine
you were the bees knees in your prime
no ticket to the boat now your left behind
nowhere, going nowhere
I’m going nowhere
since i’ve got no place to go
I’m going nowhere.
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