Not For Grandma

by TUNGS

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released 07 February 2014

Tungs: Paul Himmelman, Ben Miller, Matt 'Karl' Thiem
Recorded by Ben Miller at Tungs House
Artwork by Erika Hill

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Track Name: Dick Talk
I talk a lot
But I'm scared of what I said
I've eaten some cock
But my teeth are ok
Gotten shocked
But now I'm bored
I've done with less
But want so much more

(Chorus)
Quit talk
Quick talk
Dick talk
Tick tock
Quit talk
Quit talk
Dick talk
Dick talk

I eat a lot
And I'm getting fat
I talk to my socks
And I'm fucking my cat
Gotten bought
But they won't let me in the bank
Did someone fart in here?
It smells fucking rank

(Chorus)

Get sick a lot
Of getting screwed
At city hall
By the likes of you
I can't go on this way
Is something I say
To my best friends on a bad day
Cuz I'm a stranger

Dick talk
Dick talk
Dick talk
Dick talk
Dick talk
Dick talk
Dick talk
Dick talk
Track Name: Roses
Who put them roses
in my front yard?
Well, who the fuck put you in charge?

...And now they're coming for you....

Who put those roses
in foreign lands?
Who put their lives in your hands?

...And now they're coming for you...
Track Name: Geebus
I've been watching
Forgive me if I stare
Don't run away
But don't come over here
Don't come over here
I got a little pocket
Some call it friendly fare
I spilled gravy in there
It's all gravy in there

But have you met Geebus?
You should meet Geebus
He's all I have

Stopped trying to explain myself
To enemies and friends
They're all right over there
They're all right over there
And they can see my eye-sockets
Come on man let's fucking jam
But you're so lazy man
I'm a lazy man

So, have you met Geebus?
You should meet Geebus
He's all I have
Track Name: Cry Foul
I get out
Of a lot of trouble
All your fingers can't count the times
Now I stand before you here
Guilty as shit of a crime

(Chorus)
And I fall down
You know I fall down
You know I fall down
And beg y'all for forgiveness
So you better fix this shit

I'm a slow old man
Did my best
Never did never will cry foul
Now I'm sitting before you here
With your brat kid's piss in my mouth

(Chorus)

Now I'm stretched out
Got a little cockier
Fucked around got my leg a scar
Now I'm limping before you here
While all you little fuckers walk
I see you fucks

(Chorus)
Track Name: Bone Dry
The billboards say
Pitch that tent
A better way
Time to forget
The cash machine
Is bone dry
From magazines
Made to tell you why it's alright

Buy that glass
See our right
Kiss my ass
My eyes are fine
If you're a man
Do what you should
Make a good plan
Get out there and get that wood boy, yeah
Track Name: Time of Day
Its safe to say I fucked it up
Its fucked to say but I ain't safe anymore
You won't even give me the time of day
Why would I want it anyway

So let em loose and round em up
Fill it up and spill the cup
Print it out and rip it up

Its safe to say I fucked it up
Its fucked to say but I ain't safe anymore
You won't even give me the time of day
Why should I want it anyway

So let em loose and round em up
Fill it up and spill the cup
Print it out and rip it up

...Something about this time of year...
Track Name: Eat Your Lunch
Oh you've had enough
Of my cookies and milk
Your smart-ass mouth
Pays my bills

Go eat your lunch
No shortage of you
My valentine
I own you

Look what you did
Spilled milk smells bad
Clean my shit
Cuz I made your dad

Now I'll eat your lunch
No shortage of you
My valentine
I own you
Track Name: Flesh Light
Wild nights
Screaming sex
Two or three times
Every day
Now that's off
And hands don't play
Buy a fleshlight
And hide away

Someday I'll be alright
Someday I'll get it right
Someone will sleep with me
I won't sleep at night
I'm alright guys
I'm gonna be alright
And if you don't like
At least I got my fleshlight
Track Name: Eggsack
She said her brother had gone mad,
upset and full of fucking lies
She said its killing her inside
What's next? It can't end without a fight

She's making all of the right moves
She's filling all of the right grooves

She's breaking all of the right rules
She's mending all of the right wounds
Track Name: Me Fucking You
Blah blah blah
Fuck you
Blah blah blah blah
Uh, fuck you
Blah blah blah blah blah blah
Fuck you
Woo
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
This is a song about me
Fucking you