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I began to choke
And started to drown
They cut my mom
And pulled me out
And so life had me in its kung fu grip
A meatsack time bomb
With a ticket for the crypt
As a tot
I'd lie awake with
Thoughts of what's in
The sarcophagus
After I get
Those gnarly death sweats
Will I get to chill
With my dead pets
Or is it
A dismal abyss
Void of meaning
And consciousness
Like before the womb
You can't defuse
The timer inside your body
The wires are too small
Were not getting out fo this alive
Oh woah woah woah woah
To never die
And to live forever
Sounds pretty lame to me
But 80 years feels a bit breif
Oh woah woah woah woah
Big animals
Sharp objects
Tiny microbes
Oh oh oh
Exotic pets
Or your girlfriend's father
Or suit-less in space
I I I...
And I'm not ready
To say goodbye
To my childhood dog when
She decides to die
Her golden hair has lost it's youthful hue
And when her time comes
I won't know what to do
Sandy I love you
And when I only hear your barks in dreams
I'll feel so blue...
And I know
Death ain't sad
I'm just a selfish person
I'll miss my Mom and friends
I hope they all turn into ghosts
Oh woah woah woah woah
I'm in no rush
There's still suns to watch set
And other stuff I guess
I wanna grow old and smile still
Oh woah woah woah woah
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2. |
Shaving Private Ryan
04:30
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I cut my hair,
I shaved my chin,
Looked in the mirror
I'm happy with my skin
For the first time in a while.
I strut my stuff,
Yeah I was bold,
A heart on a sleeve,
Could not grow cold,
Until you froze it my ice queen
And I'm not trying to be a mess,
I tend to obsess,
And I'm so clingy, yes, I know
If you wanna let me go,
And I just can't take any more lies
You're saving nothing but my time,
My heart was dumb, my friends were right,
At least my hair looks good tonight...
ooooooooooooohh
I lie in bed.
It's four PM.
Pathetic mess,
Self-condemned.
A petty fool who never learns.
(He just never learns.)
I called my Mom,
Yeah I was low.
She says, "It takes time,
Just take it slow,
A lifetime of waiting lies ahead."
(Tick tock tick tock tick)
And now I'm trying to get mad,
You gave me nothing to work with,
And everything you said was probably right,
How I longed to hold you tight.
A war I'm only fit to lose,
Use some nice words other people chose,
And now I feel dead inside,
Using lies to cover lies.
And I'm not trying to be a mess,
I tend to obsess,
And I'm so clingy, yes, I know
If you wanna let me go,
And I just can't take any more lies
You're saving nothing but my time,
My heart was dumb, my friends were right,
At least my hair looks good to-
Bah Buh Bah Buh Baaaaah
Bah Buh Bah Buh Baaaaah
Bah Buh Bah Buh Baaaaah
Bah Buh Bah Buh Baaaaah
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3. |
The King of Reno
03:32
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You cut your fingertips
To hide your fingerprints
Mumblin' to yourself,
"Get off the grid"
You ripped off all your clothes
And all who you have known
Runnin' naked to the woods
So late at night
And left us all guessing
Speculating, searching
On your excursion
The answers avoid me to this day
Oh oh oh
The banks called me again
Asking where you been
Did you give them my number
To throw 'em off your trail
Questioning what's real
And wait for the reveal
Are you scared of what you've done
Or just don't care
A role model ruined
Broken promises, lies fed
Time spent away
Even my memories have changed
Oh oh oh
And I can see
You on the ground
Your nose powdered white
And stocks all around
And I know where you'll be found
ooh ooh ooh oooooooh
To the King of Reno
Make Nevada your new home
Are you mad that you got caught
ooh ooh ooh oooooooh
ooh ooh ooh oohooooh
oooooh oooooh
I knew you once but I forgot...
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4. |
Abduction and Rejection
03:45
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Aliens abducted me
But beamed me back
'Cause I wasn't a good specimen
Rejection wasn't a pill
I could fit through my
Tiny esophagus
Though I made contact oh oh
I have never felt more alone
Those chumps can phone home
Those chumps can phone home
I'm an easy book to read uh-huh
Tryhard scum with a Momma's boy's slump
Cosmic dreams of being loved
Carbon life has got me bummed
So bummed...
Boom sha la la la la la la la la la dee dum
Sha la la la la la la la la la dee dum
Sha la la la la la la la la la dee dum
Sha la la la la la la la la la dee dum
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5. |
Death in a Vacuum
04:34
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Floating around in space
And I've got no helmet on
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ah ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooooh
Counting the seconds before
The vacuum takes me in
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ah ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooooh
Hurled through the void so fast
A human shooting star
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ah ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooooh
Children are wishing on me
From suburban backyards
Ooh ooh ooh ooh I hope their wishes all come truuuuuuue
And I saw earth in the black
As my cells start mutating
Euphoric tingling
It could've been a lack of oxygen
But I saw something
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
I saw earth in the black
I felt fire on my skin
The sun beckoned
And I felt the pull of the mooon
There were comets flying by
Cosmic dust got in my eye
And I teared up as my brain got blurred
There was so much to see
So much to be explored
And I saw earth turn it's back
On a one-man rocket ship
Waving by as it all went black
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Life moves on by
And you got to smell the roses sometime
I guess I never did see
A pretty little face as cute as can be
It's not always fun
There's plenty to do,
And chores to be done
But that doesn't mean that we can't make it through
Even though your scum,
Your my scum,
And I love scum
Even though your scum,
Your my scum,
And I love scum
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