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Woah Man Cave
01:45
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I was high as fuck on your back porch
Don't know what I was doing there for
But I'd convinced myself I didn't need you anymore
Wish I was dead as the rug on your concrete floor
Well I was drunk as hell in your backyard
I know loving people isn't really that hard
I'd convinced myself I did't need you at all
Wish I was dead as the decorations on your walls
Now I see the real you
I bet you feel so used
I'm sure you'll feel so abused
When I put your words in the mouth of you
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We eat our dinner from a garbage can
And we reproduce by sucking on Satan's sin
And we hunt in a pack for straight white men
And my sisters hold him down so he can't defend
Then I sink my teeth into his throat
As the blood runs down my chin and he starts to choke
He says where is my wife, my kids, are they safe
When you attacked, they vanished, gone without a trace
I say your family is with us now, the truth soon they'll see
So close your eyes and shut up and let me watch you bleed
We were raised by gay wolves
We were raised by gay wolves
We were raised by gay wolves
We were raised by gay wolves
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Dead
02:10
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Johnny was a good boy, someone you could trust
But Johnny had a heart filled to the brim with lust
And Johnny wasn't stupid, but Johnny wouldn't think
Cause Johnny's ears were closed to anything but instinct
Now Johnny was was well off, but Johnny, he was bored
And Johnny had desire, an ego, and a sword
Now Johnny's dead
Johnny's dead
Johnny's dead
Johnny's dead
Johnny's dead
Johnny's dead
Johnny's dead
Johnny's dead
Now Balgruuf was a kind man, without any greed
But Balgruuf, he had eight different mouths to feed
And Balgruuf never cared too much for gold
But gold buy bread and bread buys growing old
And Balgruuf was no fighter, but his wealth needed to mend
So Balgruuf went on a means to his end
Now Balgruuf's dead
Balgruuf's dead
Balgruuf's dead
And Johnny's dead
Johnny's dead
Johnny's dead
They're all dead
They're all dead
They're all dead
Yeah, this whole fucking town is dead
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Choke On My Agenda
01:26
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It used to be more easy to stay positive
Before I realized that this whole country is full of complete shit
With peace and love I try to keep my mind stagnant
But it's hard not to fantasize about Mike Pence being eaten alive by maggots
Oh, it's a real bummer when somebody you like turns out to be a racist
Oh, it's a real swift kick in the balls
Fuck nazi scum, kill 'em all
Also kill all cops, and abort all babies
And fuck the troops, and give all Christians fucking rabies
I try not to hate
But we live in the police state
Full of bigots and rapist priests
Telling you not to masturbate
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Friends
04:26
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Well I've made more friends just this week
Than I've ever had back home living as me
Where I have to call in sick every day
When we first met, I didn't lie to your face
Like I do back at home every day
Where I have to tell the world that I'm grey
Well, the whole world's gone insane
So I'll just keep playing my video games
Waiting on a chance to live my life
And when I finally do, and I turn off the news
And I finally get to walk a mile in my own shoes
I know I'm at least doing one thing right
Well, I'll sleep on every dirty floor
I just don't wanna see him anymore
I'll never get bored of not being dead
Well, I smoked a lot of cigarettes and I smoked a lot of dope
And I drank a lot of booze, and I did a little blow
Goddammit, I never want to go back home
I've never felt more at home than in your home
And in your home and in your home
Oh, maybe I was just meant to roam
And with every person that I meet
I forget a little more that I just wanna sleep
Fuck it, maybe I'll hold off on blowing my brains out another week after all
Well, the whole world's gone insane
So I'll just keep playing my video games
Waiting on a chance to live my life
And when I finally do, and I turn off the news
And I finally get to walk a mile in my own shoes
I know I'm at least doing one goddamn thing right
Well, I'll sleep on every dirty floor
I just don't wanna see him anymore
I'll never get bored of not being dead
Well, I smoked a lot of cigarettes and I smoked a lot of dope
And I drank a lot of booze, and I did a lot of blow
Goddammit, I never want to go back home
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I Smell Like Anxiety
01:53
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I'm choking on cigarettes, trying to start a conversation
I have a light, but I have asked to use yours twenty times
Because even where I'm comfortable, I'm so fucking uncomfortable
Am I always this shy, or am I just too high
I try to be myself but he sucks at being herself
And it makes it kind of hard when she fucking hates them self
This music is too loud, and there's cotton in my mouth
And I can't remember how to stand
So I word vomit on your shoes
You leave uneasy and a little bit confuse
My gibberish tastes smokey
And my clothes smell like anxiety
I smell like anxiety
I'm sure the tar in my lungs is worth the friends that I've yet to make
Every time I open my mouth, it's a mistake
Maybe my size sixteen stilettos will invite someones stiletto
To pierce right into my lungs
And as the red black and shame spill out they'll finally see me inside out
And wonder what I've become
Then I'll word vomit on your shoes
You leave uneasy and a little bit confuse
My gibberish tastes smokey
And my clothes smell like anxiety
I smell like anxiety
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Fishing For Compliments
01:43
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I don't know exactly what I'm feeling
But I know what my father is thinking
About those rumors, those rumors
Oh, those nasty rumors
So I'll trade my dresses in for lies
Because every villain needs a disguise
Terror will rain from the sky
Cause little miss fuckup has arrived
Father are you proud of me
Cause I'm so goddamn pretty
I'm so goddamn pretty
Someone tell me I'm pretty
Oh, my feet are too fat for heels
And like me, my heels are too fucked up to heal
But my mind is something that you can never steal
But I'm not convinced that anything is fucking real
Shadows cover my life and my eyes
And I can't even go the fuck outside
When my lips are green, I'm so nervous I could puke
But when my face is pale, I can't even commute
Oh, sure, I came from your dick, that's true
But I don't fucking belong to you
Father are you proud of me
Cause I'm so goddamn pretty
I'm so goddamn pretty
Someone tell me I'm pretty
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To look into a mirror and to know that you are you
Must be so nice, but I just get confused
If I could wake up every morning and just get dressed
Maybe then I wouldn't be so goddamn depressed
If I didn't feel the need to hide and cower
Maybe I wouldn't take two hour get to know myself showers
So everybody grab a drink and drive to me today
Just meet me at my grave, you know I can't stand the blame
Someone, someone, someone
Someone, someone, someone
Please take my skin
Someone, someone, someone
Someone, someone, someone
Please make it end
You ask me to explain, well maybe I'm insane
Cause I have no reason for you today
Maybe one day I'll be famous
If I ever step foot upon a stage
I know you say that you'd love me anyway
But that's not the person that you raised
I'd say that I'd tell you if I knew, but I know that that's not true
Cause I've never opened my mouth to you
Someone, someone, someone
Someone, someone, someone
Please take my skin
Someone, someone, someone
Someone, someone, someone
Please make it end
Someone, someone, someone
Please take my skin
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Balconies
03:32
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There, there, they can't get us here
It's just you and me, and the air
Without those stares, without those stares
Tomorrow we drive two hundred miles
To the next balcony
Where she will be waiting for me
And if the night swallowed me whole
And left her all alone
I wonder if she'd find her way back home
Twelve stories below is where I know I ought to go
But tomorrow there's a show and she'll be there
There, there, they can't get us here
It's just you and me, and the air
Without those stares, without those stares
Well tomorrow we drive two hundred miles
To the next balcony where she will be waiting for me
And if the night swallowed me whole
And left her all alone
I wonder if she'd find her way back home
Twelve stories below is where I know I want to go
But tomorrow there's a show and she'll be there
There, there, they can't get us here
It's just you and me, and the air
Without those stares, without those stares
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Moby, Moby, to Moby we'll raise our cups
Moby, Moby, Moby's gonna fuck you up
Oh, the waves are high and the moral is low
And I just want to sail on home
But vengeance is our obsession
That keeps us floating on this hell
And obsession is our key
The key to the belly of a whale
Oh, he took our hope and he killed our men
And he crushed my spirit when he took my fucking hand
I just want it all to end
But we're stuck in a hopeless battle of man against man
Moby, Moby, to Moby we'll raise our cups
Moby, Moby, Moby's gonna fuck you up
Oh, I never really learned how to swim
And I never really developed a taste for human skin
But we must do our duty before we return to land
So tonight, we dine on sin
Oh, he took our hope and he killed our men
And he crushed my spirit when he took my fucking hand
I just want it all to end
But we're stuck in a hopeless battle of man against man
Moby, Moby, to Moby we'll raise our cups
Moby, Moby, Moby's gonna fuck you up
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