1. |
Dick Talk
03:27
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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
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2. |
Roses
01:09
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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...
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3. |
Geebus
02:33
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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
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4. |
Cry Foul
03:31
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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)
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5. |
Bone Dry
03:42
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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
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6. |
Time of Day
04:20
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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...
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7. |
Eat Your Lunch
04:53
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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
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8. |
Flesh Light
02:48
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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
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9. |
Eggsack
05:13
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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
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10. |
Me Fucking You
02:31
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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
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