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WiFi PiE
03:24
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Well, aren't you grateful for this lovely gift of life?
I spit you out, now just find a way to survive
It'll come, it'll come, it'll come, it'll come to you when you're near through
So you're beaten down? Just ride it out. Whatever you do...
Keep on finding a way to go (on)
'til you don't, 'til you don't
Keep on finding a way to go
'Til it kills you
Never mind the ever growing scarcity of means
Just you keep on holding on to what you see in your dreams
It'll go, it'll go, it'll go straight over head
Mind what they've said, or you'll miss a whole new made up tragedy just ahead
Keep on finding a way to go (on)
'til you don't, 'til you don't
Just keep finding a way to go (on)
Or so I'm told
Keep on fing a way to go (on)
"til you don't, 'til you don't
Keep on finding a way to go
'Til it kills you
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Homicidal Stu
02:00
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Have you seen? He stands at 7'3"
He's mean. Kill count's 17
Hey you! Go tell him he's our new recruit
Homicidal Stu
The time's now, the riot's on tonight
We'd be proud to have you on our side
In truth, buddy, all we need is you
Homicidal Stu, let's go
Attica, Attica, Attica, Attica
I must say this comes a surprise
I'm afraid they've told you quite the lie
To prove that you might just be confused
I'm not even Stu!
And the police, they don't know my name
And I'm here because I was framed
Now please, I must ask you all to leave
I'm Tax Accountant Steve, now go
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3. |
Please, Come In
03:31
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When I see them go away, it makes me fill with joy
When I see them there, behind the door
Go...
So I feel my heart race, as I hear the sound
Who the hell is that, that's knocking now?
No...
Make them go away
Leave me be until they've gone
Time alone is what I need
Still I chose to be with you instead
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4. |
Rollin' in the Spuds
03:28
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I'll be putting the seed down until the morning light
I'll be putting the feed out, to the pig's delight
You'll be seeing the product of all my country work
Then I'll use my ol' truck to take me off to church
There's no going forward and/or growing
No, I just keep going down...
I've made my country real proud, by all of what you see
You bet I'll stand my ground if you near my family
I've got my 30-aught-6, I've got my southern pride
You better hope you're real quick, cuz you ain't nowhere to hide
There's no going forward and/or growing
No, I just keep going down...
The road
The little seedings reflect a simple country life
If she don't show no respect, you bet I beat my wife
I'm the kindest of men, you really ought to know
Don't you even pretend I'm not, I told you so
You'll be getting a beatdown if you don't look like me
I'll be knocking your teeth out, if we even disagree
Don't be coming this way if you don't want a fight
Join in hands, and let's pray...that you'll get out alive
There's no going forward and/or growing
No, I just keep going down...
The road
(Southern gibberish)
(Bok bok)
(Incoherent Hick)
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Sipul Rochester, New York
The sort of people who nod on the telephone.
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