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Heinous Landscapes
02:30
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Redneck cousin drowned your ass in a swimming pool
Flashing lights – that’s déjà vu
IV drips – I’m quite subdued
Ambulance driver’s turning the screw
Vital organs on ice – my blood pressure is rising…
Government agents, James Earl Ray,
Audio tapes–
Heinous landscapes…
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Holy water – Lungs on fire
(…paranoia, falling backwards
I’m stuck in traffic behind a funeral procession)
Liar...
I wanna gobble up a capybara
I wanna devour an anaconda
I’m hoppin out of a helicopter
I’m spittin venom right back at ya
Trapped in an Arctic jungle
I slip and stumble
Scraping the street with a shovel
Hunger pacing makes you
Incoherent and jumbled
Hindu temples are crumbled
Head’s in a constant shuffle
Crabs skitter around a rotting whale…
I’m a wild dog, I’m a scavenger
I’m a mosquito, I’m a pathogen
I’m a Hell-raiser, I’m a passenger
I’m a jaguar, I’m a man-eater
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Gotta get away
I gotta get away
I just gotta get away
Gotta get away from giant lizards
Gotta get away from birds of prey
I gotta get away
Aint got a ticket – I’m hoppin on the back
Of the train, and getting stoned with a girl in the bathroom
I’m on my way
to Marina beach
cuz everywhere I go…
I’m being monitored, monitored
Gotta get away
I gotta get away
I just gotta get away
Gotta get away from paramedics
Gotta get away from a big-ass wave
I gotta get away
I’m your momma, I’m your daddy
I’m the Brahmin in the valley
I’m your doctor, what ya need?
Here’s some coke…
Devil-senator, senator
Bill collector, collector
Overseer…
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Stay up late – wake up baked – my head aches
Caffeinate – masturbate – time to waste
Spit on, laughed at – flunked outta math
Flea-bag cats, overtime at a pill plant
Gimme this, gimme that
I’m Darby Crash – I’m a “weekend-fag”
Loan payments on the way – LOL
Can’t get off – livin under your spell
Sawdust pyramids, oyster shells
I’m an Aztec mummy at the Motel 6
I checked in at 2AM – can’t shake the dread
I’m far from waking in a shaking bed
Now I gotta scrip for an irregular head
And I’m all mixed up cuz what she said was…
“Night stalker!
Just waitin on the corner…”
But I can’t sleep
I can’t scream
I can’t move
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Please don’t talk to me – Boy, just fock with me
Strapped to a chair – quack-docs are shocking me
I’m feeling fine now – I’m feeling frail
A guy from the FBI’s checkin my mail
I’m a Queen-bee – I wanna get inside
The strangest pussy I can possibly find
I’m so sweet – betchya wanna eat my honeycomb
Choke me out – I’m about to blow
I’ve lost control
I’m ready to explode
Nice night for a stroll
I’m ready to fuckin blow up!
I’m not mad but more bound than a madman is
Toss me in a nut-house – I had a bad trip
All I wanted was a Pepsi – now I gotta take a whiz
There’s a line at that pharmacy – I’m gonna throw a fit
Cuz I’m high – don’t try to spoil the fun
White knight, white blight, white guy with a handgun
“Stand your ground” – I’d rather run
But I’m all mixed up cuz what she said was…
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3. |
As You Like It
01:46
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I
Walk outside
There’s channel 5
I’m camera shy
I
Walk up the street
Fox 19
Run and hide
I’m in a business suit – I’m eating shark fin soup
People shine my boots – it’s my big debut
Oui or no? I gotta make some dough
I’m sippin on Pernod – it’s my big takeover!
My
Nerves are bad
I can’t relax
Gas station
Surveillance cams
Hoods up
Ski mask
Duckin down the alley with a bag of cash
I gotta get away – or hijack a plane,
Or go out in a blaze – “man that’s so fucked up, J”
I’m made in USA – I dunno how to relate
I just lamp around the couch, pop in a VHS tape
Don’t even want your fuckin green card
Video violence – in my head
I’m as you like it
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Speed Dial
01:35
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Here we are again, it’s Friday night and everybody’s feelin low
My shoes are ripped to shit but I’m stompin through the snow
Quit bitchin bout your break up cuz I don’t give a fuck
Cry and whine and moan but I do it just for show
It makes me want to throw up – my guts are fuckin wrecked
You force yourself to throw up – your mother is upset
The dentist made you throw up from all that laughing gas
I’m sitting on my ass – just another spoiled brat
No credit, no cash
No cell, Google Maps
Who knows where I’m at?
Fuck it, I’m goin home – clear a path!
No use waiting in a check-out line
Aint got no worries, aint got a dime
No one’s on my side – I’m not surprised
Ya got the cops on speed dial
No bus, no cab
Broken foot, out of gas
Tossed out like a piece of trash
Fuck it, I’m goin crazy…
It’s four in the fuckin morning, man
I’m freakin out and I feel like I’m havin a fuckin panic attack
That’s like a 10 mile walk, dude
It’s cold as fuck and I’m slippin on ice
How the fuck are we gonna get home?
Chill man, you’re gonna give yourself a cerebral hemorrhage
Pull your hood up and have a beer
Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright – my bad
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