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I can't keep fucking up this week
cause persona 5 is out soon
I fully intend to have a 40 straight hour play through
This week I'll break my bones
or cut my brake hose, I don't know.
Cause I don't feel so much like me
more like some broken, fucked up TV
I can't keep leaving trash out on the porch.
Cause that skunk's really cool and all,
but what if it's too much for it to
stay outside eating garbage all night
and he sprays us first thing in the morning?
his week I'll break my bones
or cut my brake hose, I don't know.
Cause I don't feel so much like Corbin,
more like broken tile flooring
And I don't feel so much like Dylan
more like cracked acrylic ceiling
and I don't feel so much like Nathan
more like a hole in the wall shaped like Alabama
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I hope I get to know you before the bombs drop and everyone's too desperate
I hope that when the end times come, I know beforehand that that's my final exit
And if cannibalism sets in and we all go full thunderdome,
I'd rather be an amputee with you, than be alone.
There's a tweaker in the supermarket bathroom, with the stall door locked
They carried him out in a bodybag when a man walked in and decided to call the cops
We can weep for his lost innocence, but I think that instead,
We should go home and have a Lean Cuisine on my bed.
This land is your land, this land is my land
from the gerrymander to the black tar heroin
from the blind disciples to my restless agony
this land was made for you an me
This land is yours, this land is mine
This land is one day going to unwind
and when that day comes, you people all will see
this land wasn't made for you or me
We can count all the infections we're exposed to and hope that we get lucky
Let's hope that we get old diseases with long ass names because I think that'd be funny
We'll make light from licking batteries until we lose our spark
and we'll hold hands and watch the mushroom clouds in the park
We'll blind ourselves with ignorance until our world goes dark
and we'll hold hands and watch the mushroom clouds in the park
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Wilkes County Kung Fu
03:43
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The coffee shakes have taken hold of you
do you think your body can really handle that?
The weather outside's getting even worse
If you want the truth, then I should tell you that
I think it's gonna rain all week
I think it's gonna rain all week
I'll break into your father's trailer and get your jewelry back
And I'll meet you on the bad side of this cross-county railroad track
Since abandoning my dreams never really caused a fuss
I'll give up on myself so I won't have to give up on us
Will anybody ever understand?
Did they take away your Ritalin?
You'll have to find some other way to use your time
Maybe rob a couple clergymen
The sun's coming out, I think
The sun's coming out, I think
Please add some reinforcement to your taped-on fragile wings
Because you're going down like Icarus or Saint Augustine
If I were a dead possum would you cut my babies out
If I promise not to be the things that I write songs about?
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Casey Anthony
02:31
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Casey
I'm sorry for killing your cat when I backed out of your driveway
At your eighteenth birthday party. I hope I didn't ruin your big day
If it makes you feel even worse, I thought I'd never see you again
but you're sitting in the fucking lobby of this Flint, Michigan Holiday Inn.
I feel like a fish on a leash
I haven't slept in days, hell, I haven't slept in a week.
But I'm becoming more sure
If you still hated me, you'd be throwing bricks at my door
My guilt is weighing on my liver
My guilt is weighing on my liver
My guilt is weighing on my liver
I should drink to calm it down
I'll raid my mini fridge
I'll mix my drinks up strong, but I'll try not to binge
I'll lock myself in my room
Just like a prison cell, or a republican womb
My guilt is weighing on my sanity
My guilt is weighing on my sanity
My guilt is weighing on my sanity
Just call me Casey Anthony
My guilt is weighing on my sanity
My guilt is weighing on my sanity
My guilt is weighing on my sanity
Just call me Casey Anthony
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5. |
The Word, "Fuck"
03:33
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Barcelona, West Virginia
02:09
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You tell me that it's over
you tell me not to try
But I knew how this would end,
ever since I saw that fucking foreign guy
It would end with blood, dripping from the ceiling
with my hands locked up tight
it would end with fire and brimstone down in hell
or in west virginia
or somewhere
Snow comes for the second time this month
Throws its weight over everyone
But I'm grateful for the chance to stay inside
the chance to hide away from prying eyes
You flew away to Spain
with a guy who never lived there anyway
and it would end with fire and brimstone down in hell
or in west virginia
or somewhere
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I am sitting in the dark alone
Cuddling with my grandfather’s shotgun
And I wish the wood and steel and plastic
Had a pulse like yours
I am waiting for the thief in the night
Might not be coming, but I miss him every day
It took a year until I got the message
I didn’t kill me because I had the choice
I just can’t stop moving
I only want to leave
I’m breathing in and out too fast
I wish I could breathe
No one look in my direction
I’m all alone in a crowd
Everyone shut the goddamn fuck up
The silence is too loud
I think there’s a stone pressing on my chest
More weight, more weight, more weight
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Cling to pale white sands of the Caribbean
Check my vital signs, am I alive?
Wheeze and gasp for air, but my lungs just can't hold it in
Tourists watch as my death rattle sounds
Cut my ivory horn and wear it well
Put it on your mantle with your trophies
Apex predators surround my naked, feeble form
Helplessness is not a new disease
Brought toward the threshold of sweet oblivion
Flesh torn from my bones with shotgun shells
Carrying some letters of loved ones to the midwest
Spiral down and die among my friends
Spiral down and die among my friends
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You snuggle up
to a seasonal new partner;
so why should I wanna bother
thats what I would've been
Give me half a chance
and I'll offer all you want
deliver on much less than that
I've a record in a data base that follows me around
preemptive strikes on little peaceful towns I wanna live in
If your head was on my shoulder in the darkness of backstage
we we'd both be gone soon after anyway
The third measure of the Schumann is where I lost it
pianos fooled rows A and B to thinking there's a quake.
That's what you get when you grab a bunch of white hairs
who are frankly staying out too late
The electrical discharge that releases with how are you
could power six Chicagos but never tear me down
if your head was on my shoulder in the darkness of back stage
well we'd both be gone soon after, anyway
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Felt a pain in my abdominal wall
As I launched my tennis shoes down the hall
Think about my good friends back in Chapel Hill
Throw up black coffee and Benadryl
My head loses vital pressure as it circles the drain
Brace the wall for support as it circles the drain
We sit together in your squalid room
Kept as cold as a private tomb
We listen to the scriptures of the weather forecaster
Try to find self-improvement in the holes of your plaster
But fixing yourself can be pretty fucking hard
Yeah fixing yourself can be pretty fucking hard
Reap the seeds that we've both sown
I'd rather die early than have to atone
Won't be too much longer til the heat dies down
You'll get your wish, I'll get out of town
Maybe I'll come back to the place where I thrived
The winter's gonna kick my ass if I make it out alive
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Home Videos
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