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Bunny Honey
04:55
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Leaves in the trees how they rustle and shuffle and die.
Shading the scene where my bunny shall meet his demise.
Nail and a string is the thing to have his hide.
Needed a friend and he found the sweetest kind.
Well, limbs seem to float where they please,
Birds I can’t see pulling at my sleeves.
Right hand to god,
Left pointed east,
Thrown across my chest,
Only holding me.
I kiss with my eyes open.
Wishing and hoping that…
Further and further my rabbit goes,
As he falls deeper into his hole.
Pull me another jar from the shelf.
Don’t you know rabbits dig graves for themselves?
Hair in the snare, how it struggles and wriggles and writhes.
Did all I could do to keep my rabbit alive.
Tend to it, fend for its healthy mind.
Needed a friend and he found the sweetest kind.
(Well, you know what I’d do?)
Bunny honey, make money, honey.
Bunny honey, oh no no no.
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2. |
King Hell Freaks
03:27
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Punch drunk, it’s that blonde desire tirefire,
Burning her belongings in a dumpster with a Bic lighter.
She smiles and waves
Her .22 at me.
I run and duck for cover before I catch a bullet between the cheeks.
I’m on the run, leave me alone.
Look over there, it’s the global dick-head powerhouse
With shoulders like they’re boulders and a roman candle in his mouth.
He cocks his head
And lights the end.
Flaming patriotic passion shooting from his neck.
Feel my wrath,
Go my way,
Read my lips:
I’m a King Hell Freak.
An artist in her own right at the age of nine,
Spray painting “FUCK YOU” on the local five and dime.
She lobs a can
At my throat.
Says, “Make your mark.” but I graffiti in a clear coat.
I’m on the run, leave me alone
A man named Dexter strumming on a guit-fiddle,
Screaming, incoherent, you can hear it if you pay a little.
Knows one song.
He plays it well.
Plucking wood from wire like a bat out of hell.
I’m on the run, leave me alone.
I lay my head in my hands.
I pull my heart through my sleeve.
I got my foot in my mouth.
I shoot Febreeze when I sneeze.
I jab the bull with my horns.
I sharpen knives with my teeth.
I spit jet fuel from my lips.
I am a King Hell Freak.
I’m on the run, leave me alone.
I’m far from home, honey, leave me alone.
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3. |
Sick Exotic Bird Parade
04:03
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Pecking at the ground because I lost my chick today, I say, “Oh yeah.” (Oh yeah)
Feeling kind of down, but I’m gonna hit the town tonight, oh yeah. (Oh yeah)
Feathers flowing freely, oh, you should’ve seen me
Cock walking on the roam.
Plumage to the ceiling, I get that crazy feeling
That I ain’t going home.
Twig legs getting down, I got them flocked around me. Say, “Oh yeah.” (Oh yeah)
Reeling to the sound. Oh how they squawk and talk to me, oh yeah. (Oh yeah)
Everyone who sees me starts chirping and they’re screeching.
I’m flying high, I’m not alone.
If you need a place to go, then follow this Old Crow
Because it flows through my hollow bones.
It’s the nest I find I’m in.
Lonely living in the cage,
My bird brain blacked, my wings engaged.
It’s the nest I find I’m in.
Sick Exotic Bird Parade, oh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah alright
Feet don’t fail me now. I’m pushing through the crowd I say, “Oh yeah.” (Oh yeah)
Have a look around, they’ve all been tarred and feathered. Say, “Oh yeah.” (Oh yeah)
Don’t know what you’re thinking.
It’s Dirty Bird I’m drinking.
One more and I’m on the floor.
Tell me what you’re after my pretty little raptor.
Let’s throw this back and head for the door.
Sick Exotic Bird Parade
I’m feeling fine all day.
Sick Exotic Bird Parade,
I’m feeling fine.
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4. |
My Release
05:55
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Anytime of day you my find me this way.
Eyes rolled back with a haze in my gaze.
Anything I want, spread before me.
Rose city flowers to the eastern seas.
But love isn’t made this way.
No love isn’t made this way.
It’s my release
The golden, the hardened, the sweet to the mean.
Friction from the start to the end and between.
A tear to my eyes, fingers rolled to a fist,
Primadonna promises of fun to persist.
I know what it is, I know where it’s at.
Well, she don’t need me but I can change that.
I still taste the drip and I still hear the crash,
I still feel the fox draped around like a sash but
I know what it is, I know where it’s at.
Well, she don’t need me but I can change that.
I still taste the drip and I still hear the crash,
I still feel the fox draped around like a sash,
I still hear the moans when I look to the past,
I still feel alone when the room is so packed
But love isn't made this way.
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5. |
Boulder
02:57
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I’m going to Boulder to kill my landlord.
That prick had it coming.
I drove for three days
And I got no sleep.
Got my engine humming.
I wanna fry in the Arizona sun.
Oh, let me hang in front of everyone.
I’m going to Phoenix to find my safe house.
Need to hide from the lawman.
I drove for three days
And I got no sleep.
On this road, I’m running.
I might be gunned down in Alabama
Or locked up and seething,
But my poor landlord, who charged me double,
Well, she won’t be breathing.
I wanna fry in the Arizona sun.
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6. |
Mr. Phil and The Blank
05:05
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Mr. Phil and The Blank can’t catch a break.
Mrs. Who’s In The Know says she’s gotta go.
Make it known I’m a fink when you need to think.
Put my head in the sink til my breathing slows.
Be my mate? You can’t make me.
Mumble mouth mistletoe.
Be my mate? You can’t make me.
Mumble mouth mistletoe, baby.
Mr. Phil and The Blank says we need to talk.
Mrs. Who’s In The Know says she’d rather not.
Said, “I bought us a dog. Let’s go take a walk.”
“If you’d cut put the pout, it would mean a lot.”
Live, learn, and then love me.
Only plan you should know.
Live, learn, and then love me
Only plan that’ll make me…
Go ‘head and chase Miss Runaround.
Easier said, but the ring weighs a hundred pounds.
Go ‘head and chase Miss Runaround.
Easier said but the ring tends to weigh you down. (Hey, oh no)
Go ‘head and chase Miss Runaround.
Easier said but the ring tends to weigh you down. (Weigh you down)
Mr. Phil and The Blank can’t catch a break.
Mrs. Who’s In The Know needs something more.
Can’t sleep a wink. Eyelids, they break.
Slept on her mattress by the front door.
Be my mate? You can’t make me.
Mumble mouth mistletoe.
Live, learn, and then love me
Only plan that’ll make me…
Damn right.
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7. |
Just A Drop
03:45
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Mundane Monday, headed to the desk.
Change in my pocket and a logo on my chest.
Where you been? Here’s a pen.
Sit down and write me a book about it.
I’m late again and only god knows why.
I’m holding luggage under both of my eyes.
Back is bent, my lungs are spent,
Dry heaving in the back of the parking lot.
Something in the back of my head
Is pulling me towards my old ways.
I think about it everyday
When the bottom is just a drop away.
Get my head right.
Coming home and I don’t know when.
Wipe my mouth when I walk in.
Hold my chin up and grin.
Sit down and tell me all about it.
Room spinning while I drag my feet.
Think I’m getting dumber every time I speak.
Gotta go. I need to split.
My words are slurred and I still can’t see for shit.
Get my head right.
Find my own way.
Fog headed ordeal.
Find my own way.
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8. |
I Meant To Ask
03:20
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I meant to ask if she was okay.
It’s getting late and I...
The woman in apartment 9 seemed fine.
She steals my time and I
Don’t mind the bind or the grind that she’s got me in.
The passion, I find, is derived from malevolence.
Throw me down the hall. Her corkscrew nails, they fall
Upon my cheek and bat it.
Imperious and strong, my ass flat on the lawn
If I dissolve back to habit.
Can’t beat myself up too bad.
Sure gave it all that I had.
Can’t beat myself up too bad.
At least I feel like a new man.
I meant to ask if she was okay.
It’s getting late and I... (Didn’t mean it that way)
The woman in apartment 9 seemed fine.
She steals my time and I…
Don’t mind the bind or the grind that she’s got me in.
The passion, I find, is derived from malevolence.
Vulgar, brash, and mean. My tail is tucked between
My legs when we’re going at it.
No river, lake, or see is deeper than her need
to rock my ship til I crash it.
Can’t beat myself up too bad.
Sure gave it all that I had.
Can’t beat myself up too bad.
At least I feel like a new man.
I’ll steer clear of what’s going here,
But there’s no good way around it.
Kill the lights just not the exit sign.
Well, she says she’s fine but I doubt it.
Droning on about what’s going wrong,
I guess I’ll play along til I’ve had it.
What goes on when it’s going wrong?
Oh, you take my love and stab it.
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10. |
Tried My Best
04:58
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