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My Girl
03:18
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Looks so fine in her hazmat suit / Dangling corpses from a crane / Or sipping Heineken at Applebee's / Met her working the incinerator / Burning bodies filled with plague / Said let's jump in / And I'm like no let's wait / So we did / My girl, my girl, my girl / I'm just what I'm supposed to be / Throng of haggard folks down on their knees / Around the church that just collapsed / Sam's Club hiring all the refugees / Exxon River, well, we wash our hands / Make it underneath a tree / Think I tricked myself with swollen glands / We're the Wal-Mart greeters of love / Get your Kama Sutra, it's love
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Entourage
01:13
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When the lights go down, the yachts turn around / Oh when the burden stops, we stare / Upon an ashen wall, you'll take my call, but on Tuesday y'all won't care / Oh my entourage / Oh when the ship comes in, the crowd goes thin / When it's the weekend, form a queue / Oh with the curtains drawn, the lights come on / Lightly boozy residue / Oh my entourage / Here comes a cannonball, a light, electrified, weekend wandering dark and lonely so sons and daughters, hey philanderers, dark and lonely man / Oh with the curtains drawn, the lights come on, baby, no one wants to fuck my entourage
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Let the Right One In
04:14
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My Ohio, found a home / I believe you, specious one / It's done / And Benji, truer words were never spoken / How'd you hold a heart so small at all? / So throw it in the bin, come on, it's broken / So you say if not, what then / And Jen, well, would that not depend? / I'm not you-owning / Take the wrong ones out / Let the right one in / Even though I'm not / Still I'll like you / Let the wrong ones lose / So the right one wins / Even though I'm not / Can't fight you / I waste my life away / And hardly can I claim to be above this / Take a tome that's not slim / Ben, although I might be dim, I know what love is / Now it's done, the mystery is gone / Tell me Jen / What rung / The mist, it moves a long, independent / Now we're done / The mystery is gone / Hallelujah / Oh, the sour sum is nil / It's spilled / But Jen, I'll write you still / I'm not an ogre
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In the '90s
01:26
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In the '90s I was asleep, but now I am awake / And the bleating from the club downstairs is more than I can take / Oh man, in '93, I was dead, but now I am alive / And I'm leaving for the West as fast as I can drive / I threw the '80s under the bus, for all those years were lies / And I wasted with the worst of them the chance to say goodbye / In the '90s I was asleep, but now I am awake / And the bleating from the club is more than I can take
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Get Off My Lawn
04:27
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I'm buried deep again / Tonight I sleep and then I'm buried deep again / I won't be any fun / I won't know anyone / I won't be any fun / This beard is breaking, for the burden gets me off / Tonight I'm sleeping, for the burden gets me off / This peerless weeping for the burden / Get off my lawn / No one on the alley would hurt anybody, so burn me in effigy / I don't know anything / I don't know what's-her-name / I don't know anything / Tonight I dream of darkness / No worries, let me in / I don't want none of them / No worries, let me in / Tonight I dream of darkness
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Dead Kid Stop
02:19
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I tooled around with some old-ass bomb so I could pawnshop it / I wanted bright-lighted damage done / It did the opposite / Planted a garden on a rich man's lawn / And fed the poor with it / A youthful cause is so quaint and sweet but just ridiculous / Now that I'm old I like binding feet, something insidious / Man, I turned 30 and knew I was beat / And joined the idiots / Brian, baby, turn around / Brian, turn around and make the dead kid stop / So I applied for some dumb-ass job with a phrenologist / The door swings open and then I'm mobbed by wingers bottomless / So I retire in defeated sobs / Or something obvious
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Where's My Party At
03:29
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Where is my party at? / Where is my party at? / Where is my party at? Party, party, party / Where is my party at? / Where the fuck's my party at? / Where is my party at? / Party, party, party, party, party, party, party / This feels like a womb / Caught beneath my dead-end walls / This feels like a womb inside the room that I will die in / Tried to raise the dead, but the dead won't crawl
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Satellite Heart
03:24
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Pride
05:27
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My last matchstick bit it, oh my god / Burned to crispy catatonia / Took a week to quit it, oh my god / I'm one / Dirty thoughts are in it, oh my god / Something Sodom and Gomorrah / Purse your lips to quit it, oh my god / I'm one / Not making sense, not having fun / I said, if someone takes my knees tonight, I got pride / There might be something I'm not doing right, but I got pride / I'll never ask, I'll wait to freeze tonight, but I got pride / I'm one / I'm one / Tied to the mast, out in the sun / Introduce yourself to the world / Turn yourself around, don't let doubts abound / Introduce yourself to the world
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