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Goldilocks
02:39
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Burt's Bees to Clorox Bleach
Cheap freezer burnt antiques
And have we got all that we lacked
Unpaid tickets for snack
Made meter maids make quacks
Who've never made sense of an ad
And whoever made you up
Won't ever make enough
And lights keep flashing on those ads
And once you've asked it
Where's this mold we're all going off
On a picket fence around Goldilocks
An inherent tissue proper and taught
Sewing badges on trash bags that can talk
Where's this "more" we've all gotta have
Aren't we all just picked to start going bad
A malignant perfume bottled and wrapped
In opinion aging slower than fact
And chickens crossing roads just for a laugh
Pests who decide to eat
Can pay more for gimmicks free
Of GMO's who look like them
And whoever made them up
Won't ever make enough
And TV's flash that taxed orgasm
Don't look while it's happening
Where's this mold we're all going off
On a picket fence around Goldilocks
An inherent tissue proper and taught
Sewing badges on trash bags that can talk
Where's this "more" we've all gotta have
Aren't we all just picked to start going bad
A malignant perfume bottled and wrapped
In opinion aging slower than fact
And chickens crossing roads just for a laugh
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2. |
Pass It Down
03:35
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Maiden named maid could talk or keep a home
But Fiber Lung knows you don't like it you can't help it
But I guess it came from unkempt chromosomes
As long as you know that you don't need it you can't help it
Pass it down
Pass it down for me
Modern aged maid could mop or wrinkle clothes
But Iron Lung knows you don't want it you can't help it
Off the branch plastic cups and styrofoam
But Genome Nose knows you like it you don't need it
Pass it down
Pass it down for me
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Bleak
04:25
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I think I'm well with getting old
Or I can't tell I'm talking to ghosts
Who never stay, they always go
But I'll stay the same, I promise, I won't
I'd write this down, but I forgot
Turn noises to sounds, punch out of watched clocks
Some shelf life of years who's time is already bought
I think I'm the same, I promise, I'm not
Once they found me out, I woke in a stir
And gossip's boring, or so I've heard
What if they'd caught on my left shoulder thought
Think I'll stay the same, I promise, I'm wrong
And I love his words say
Lonely plays the game with my charade
To never say what's on my mind
He plays the game with my charade
To never say what's on my mind
I think I'm well, from what I'm told
Between morning bells and talking to ghosts
Who never stay, they always go
But I'll stay the same, I promise, I won't
Well I moved again out, and studies were wed
They mailed me their vows and here's what it read
Your credit's no good here and 'til death do us, debt
Think I'll stay the same, I promised, I bet
And I love his words say
Lonely plays the game with my charade
To never say what's on my mind
He plays the game with my charade
To never say what's on my mind
Maybe on Monday I'll be someone you'd admire
And even eat better, and think some more about fibers
My clothes have their own that pull away when they're tired
And I won't be the same, I promised a liar
And I love his words say
Lonely plays the game with my charade
To never say what's on my mind
He plays the game with my charade
To never say what's on my mind
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Down Drained
03:05
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Unnamed, sense lame
No brained, down drained
Thought closed, chauvo
Asshole, gayphobe
Ape fist, racist, tasteless red neck
Hit pig, bisquick, night sticked cop
Ow, how
Unnamed, sense lame
No brained, down drained
Thought closed, chauvo
Asshole, gayphobe
Ape fist, racist, tasteless red neck
Dimwit, night sticked, small town cop
Ow, how
Unnamed, sense lame
No brained, down drained
Thought closed, chauvo
Asshole, gayphobe
Ape fist, racist, tasteless red neck
Brown nosed, thought closed, otherwise you won't know
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