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This is the place where diamonds go
To turn back into coal
This is the place to learn about
The science of holes
Everybody driving in their cars
They’re turning right into Colfax
And when their tail lights fade
They’re not coming back
Not need to wonder why
Their lives just aren’t as good as getting high
From Pifler’s to the Dollar Tree
It’s fun to steal from the king
And anywhere is the same as nowhere
And anything is the same as nothing
We just need a dark warm room
Where we can smoke and smoke
Where there’s a groovy parking lot
Where time is just another joke
All your Pie In The Sky
It really can’t compare with getting high
Great Googly My-Oh-My
Their lives are not as good as getting high
Their faces look just like the moon
Those sores won’t be healing soon
You’re waking up to a harsh alarm
Blaring a scary tune
Open up your eyes and see
Those pricks shut down the Dollar Tree
That old abandoned Burger King
I can’t let that happen to me
I
Can’t
Let
That
Happen
The world you can supply
Simply can’t compete with getting high
No need to mention why
Their lives are not as good as getting high
So sorry we disturbed you
You can go back to sleep now
Safe. Nighty night.
Safe and restful
You can go back you can go back to sleep now
Safe. Nighty night.
Never mind the alarm
You can go back to sleep now
Safe. Nighty night.
Safe and restful
Go back to sleep nighty night
Safe. Nighty night.
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2. |
Good Morning Demons
03:34
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Good morning demons
I trust you slept okay
You're wondering why
I called you here today
We're having a very rough quarter
And we can't afford to keep you around
Sorry, demons,
It's time to clean out your desk
We'll give you all good references
Because you're the best
And we'll also offer
A nice severance package plan
We thank you for your efforts
To avoid the wreckage man
Good morning, demons
Maybe, demons,
We'll work together again someday
If you wanna use your sick days
That's okay
Sadly we're having a very rough quarter
Sorry we had to pull the plug
Good morning, Demons
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3. |
It's Just A Radio
03:35
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If this pop song was a dog
Would it simper at your feet
Pleading “love me love me please”
Looking for your tasty treat
The Public is demanding
More songs about themselves
They won’t listen to a symphony
If it’s about somebody else
If a pop song falls in the woods
And nobody sees it fall
No one around to hear the sound
Is it still a pop song at all?
All the pop songs no one heard
Together on a desert isle
Have no purpose in this world
What a sad heartbreaking pile!
The Public is demanding
More songs about themselves
They won’t listen to an opera
If it’s about somebody else
And don’t forgot the Millennial Whoop
(Ohh wee ooh wee ay oh!)
It’s gonna help your pop song recoup
And don’t forget the monster killer hooks
(Ohh wee ooh wee ay oh!)
It’ll get you into the history books
Failed pop song has no buzz
Up on the skyscraper’s ledge
You don’t love it nor do I
Now it’s inching toward the edge
It’s just a radio
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4. |
Turd Of The Week
03:21
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You’re an edgelord with a keyboard
A hurricane when you’re bored
So what you gonna do?
Do you pwn the internet
Or does the internet pwn you?
You had a Hot Take
It was a hot mistake
The blogs are giving you the word
That you are this week’s turd
Don’t look now
Don’t look now
Don’t look now
You might be turd of the week
What ya gonna do when you finally make bail
And get sprung from the Online Jail?
Will you double down
Or act like a clown
Or lay low and maybe wail
They were looking for a chump
Everybody takes a dump
No worries friend it’s got to get better
Because you won’t be famous forever
Don’t look now
Don’t look now
Don’t look now
You might be turd of the week
You might be turd of the week
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5. |
Hell All Over Again
03:03
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Now it’s hard to shake me up
I’ve worked at Dollar Tree
But everything is turning
Dry and brown
You gotta get over stuff
You gotta soldier on
But dammit
Trouble’s riding into town
There’s gonna be hell
Hell
Hell all over again
There’s gonna be hell
There’s gonna be hell
Hell all over again
Now the wind is getting foul
And my ragtop is up
And I feel like William Tell
That’s how I smell
So when you see me there
Slouching toward the gate
Please smile and tell me
Everything is well
There’s gonna be hell
Hell
Hell all over again
There’s gonna be hell
There’s gonna be hell
Hell all over again
Got priced out of heaven
Not even time to do my laundry
They’ll know my face at the front door
I hope they’ll remember me fondly
Now I’m tumbling down the mountain okay
Okay
There’s gonna be hell
Hell
Hell all over again
There’s gonna be hell
There’s gonna be hell
Hell all over again
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6. |
Crying In Space
05:12
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He’s shot out into the cosmos
The universe fails to crush him
All the planets and the stars admit
That he is a tough one
So many faces that he loves
That he’ll never see again
And he’s crying in space
Sometimes his tears vaporize
And sometimes they just freeze
Because in space no one knows
If you fall to your knees
There are feelings that he had
That he’ll never feel again
And he’s crying in space
Two hundred light years from home
And miles up in the air
It’s no time to consider
If you want to be there
There are choices that he made
That he’ll never make again
And he’s crying in space
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7. |
The Disappointment Room
03:12
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And I tried and I failed to be the family pet, okay
But they just can’t get rid of me yet no way
Please come see me here
In the disappointment room
As long as I live as a human apology
I’ll always have a place to be for free
I’ll be waiting here
In the disappointment room
Alcoholic nephews and old maid aunt
Don’t need to be seen by the debutantes
Long haired sons who don’t wear pants
Around the other kids
They should be hid
And let’s just skip
My own sordid history
If you don’t know, there’s probably a Wiki
My report card said I don’t play well with others
But if I stay all day it’ll please my dad and mother
I’ll be waiting here
In the disappointment room
Please come see me here
In the disappointment room
I’ll be waiting here
Disappointment room
Ahhhhh
Apology
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8. |
Yesterday's Mail
03:44
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Ignorance is bliss
That’s what the experts say
They’re always trying to
Sell you something anyway
Your inbox gets filled
Each and every day
But you could and you should
Ahhhh
You better check me out
I’m yesterday’s mail
Your life might have
Changed yesterday wholesale
Down in that pile
There could be a letter
A letter from someone
Who writes that they love you
But you’ll never know
Disengagement isn’t everything
And you should
Catch up on your correspondence
For good
You’d muster up the effort
If you could
But if you could and you would
Ahhhh
You better check me out
I’m yesterday’s mail
Your life might have
Changed yesterday without fail
Down in that pile
There could be a letter
A letter from someone
Who writes that they need you
But you’ll never know
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9. |
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I- Mama Globe
introduction with intrusive samples
II- Tired Disco
Too tired to disco
No time to party
I think I’ve had enough
I think I’ve had enough
Too tired for the nightlife
Too tired to boogie
I think I’ve had enough
I think I’ve had enough
Too tired to disco
Exhausted from the robot
I think I’ve had enough
I think I’ve had enough
Too weary to hustle
My dead ass home
Too tired for the disco
Too tired to get down
I think I’ve had enough
I think I’ve had enough
Too tired to get down
‘Coz I might stay down
I think I’ve had enough
I think I’ve had enough
Too tired for the disco
For the disco round
I think I’ve had enough
I think I’ve had enough
Too weary to hustle
My dead ass home
III- Learned The Hard Way
Learned the hard way
Always Do
Learned the hard way
Just like you
Hit the highway
Sign in hand
Learned the hard way
And ain’t it grand?
Dawn breaks over Marblehead
Now at least I’m not the dumbest guy in the room
Learned the hard way
Lightning rod
Learned the hard way
Ejecto- Pod
Did it my way
That’s no way at all
Learned the hard way
That I can’t recall
Dawn breaks over Marblehead
Now at least I’m not the dumbest guy in the room
IV- Argument Jockey
drone interlude with ubiquitous samples
V- Souls Are Stupid
As we know
Souls are stupid
And hearts are even worse
And feeling is a curse
In your cool universe
So let’s say
Souls are stupid
Their sorrow never ends
Though they might pretend
With their remaining friends
When you’re in the sky flying around
You can afford to laugh at the ground
And soon you might become that Cold Dead Moon
You’ll never catch him crying
So you see
Souls are stupid
They only hold you back
Never give you any slack
Even if you crack
When you’re in the sky flying around
You can afford to laugh at the ground
And soon you might become that Cold Dead Moon
You’ll never catch him crying
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10. |
Newest Ghost Shirt
04:51
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At a deserted Sinclair gas station
4 AM rural highway in Pennsylvania
Inside the dusty garage bay
I saw the ghost shirt
Whirling in the debris
Spinning and undulating in the dim light
Cars pass by
Their headlights shifting illuminated squares across the walls
Through which I saw the ghost shirt
Whirling in the debris
Fluorescent and white
I never told anybody
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