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One More Beer
02:56
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I’m just thinkin’ that you might be thinkin’,
the same thing I’m thinkin’, I don’t know.
And I’m just wonderin’ if you might be wanting,
the same thing I’m needin’ I hope so.
But I’m just too shy to come up and say hi,
So I’ll sit here drinkin’ my beer,
And daydream about, the things that we’d be doin’,
If I could just get outta’ this chair.
One more beer
Cuz I fear
If I care
I’ll wind up
Lost in tears.
You seem so lovely, and I’m not so ugly,
but I’ve been alone for so long now.
And every time you smile, a little piece of me dies,
I’ll never, ever learn I don’t know how.
I’ve been burned, and I’ve been broken,
I’ve been made a fool, and I’m so low,
Your eyes meet my eyes, and I feel all these butterflies,
and that’s how I know I gotta go
One more beer
Cuz I fear
If I care
I’ll wind up
lost in tears.
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2. |
Moaning Mary
02:25
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Moaning Mary, Moaning Mary!
Can’t you see that I’m trying to sleep?
Moaning Mary, Moaning Mary
With all your screaming now, I can’t get a wink!
No sleep! No sleep!
No sleep for you!
Gimme gimme Prozac!
Gimme gimme Paxil!
Sell me your Celexa!
Lend me all your Lexapro!
Klonopin & Valium,
I can’t get enough of them.
Serotonin Reuptake Inhibitors make me feel fine.
Lolly lolly, lolly lolly lolly, lolly lolly lolly, lolly, Laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
Moaning Mary, Moaning Mary!
Your ceaseless screaming it sends chills up my spine!
Moaning Mary, Moaning Mary!
I’m gonna’ lose what I have left of my mind!
Moaning Mary, I tell you truly,
It breaks my heart every time that you scream.
Moaning Mary, if you’re still out there,
I hope you finally found some sweet dreams.
No sleep! No sleep!
No sleep for you!
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3. |
Ghost
04:20
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Hey!
Help!
Me!
Give me your tired and your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore,
There’s no place like home.
There’s no place like home.
[They can’t Go Home!]
Every one of us can see,
We've built a world of misery,
With a million forms of slavery,
We manufacture poverty.
Greed and animosity,
Breed monetized atrocities,
As desperate folk play lotteries,
And privileged reclaim monarchies,
Capital’s authority,
Trumps labor’s autonomy,
Demands of austerity,
Essentialize disparity.
A pharmaceutical malaise,
Let’s us dream the end of days,
Is something very far away,
But in our hearts, we know today…
We're ghosts.
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4. |
Cough Syrup and Candy
03:14
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You just keep tweeting your insanity,
So, I just took some cough syrup and candy,
To numb my growing feelings of anxiety.
Somehow hypocrisy is now a federal decree.
And I need more cough syrup and candy.
Your incessant babble breeds hostility,
So, I just took some cough syrup and candy,
And now – I'll slip – off into eternity.
And let all your stupid lies, fade as I anesthetize.
But I could use more cough syrup and candy
I keep streaming scenes of devastation,
Stoked by your support of a white nation.
I try – to cry – but in-stead choose sedation.
When will it ever end, this nightmare of the orange man.
And so, I take more cough syrup and candy
Wait – now I’m woke, can’t bear this inhumanity.
Time to take to the-streets in anarchy.
But I’m not sure I’m made for sobriety.
So, I’ll take another hit as we burn down all this shit.
And share all of my cough syrup and candy.
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5. |
Hot Stuff
03:19
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Sittin' here eatin' my heart out waitin',
Waitin' for some lover to call.
Dialed about a thousand numbers lately,
Almost rang the phone off the wall.
Lookin' for some hot stuff, baby, this evenin',
I need some hot stuff, baby, tonight,
I want some hot stuff, baby, this evenin'
Gotta have some hot stuff,
Gotta have some love tonight.
Hot stuff!
Hot stuff!
Hot stuff!
Lookin' for a lover who needs another,
Don't want another night on my own.
Wanna share my love with a warm-blooded lover,
Wanna bring a wild man back home.
Gotta have some hot love, baby, this evenin',
I need some hot stuff, baby, tonight,
I want some hot stuff, baby, this evenin',
Gotta have some lovin',
Gotta have love tonight.
Hot, hot, hot, l-o-v-e.
How's about some hot stuff, baby, this evenin'?
I need some hot stuff baby, tonight.
Gimme some hot stuff, baby, this evenin'.
Gotta have some lovin'.
Gotta have some love tonight.
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6. |
Ne Pleure Pas
02:00
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Ne pleure pas.
Tu n’es pas jolie quand tu pleures.
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We See Dead People Chicago, Illinois
Five archaeologists take time off from suppressing evidence that aliens built the pyramids, and make some rock and roll. For real. We see dead people for a living. And then write songs about heartache and self-medication during late stage capitalism, Trumpian end times and inevitable ecological disaster. ... more
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