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Full on Assault
01:49
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Hey! I killed my teacher today
Strung her head up on a flagpole
I knew if I'd do it
Then you'd probably salute it
Flush the rest down the toilet
Cause I know you'll enjoy it
Hey! If I had fortune and fame
I'd have the whole world to blame
When I stole the heart of millions
A rock n roll idol
With a gun to his temple
And I'll blow out my brains see
If you don't understand me
Hey! If I was king for a day
I'd have myself a giant parade
Then with one swing of my septor
It's off with your heads
Because God isn't dead yet
And he's not feeling very
Little House on the Prairie
Hey! Is this really worth all the pain
This is fucking insane
Why do they keep pushing
All that I saw
Was the full on assault
Just a total disaster
Coming faster and faster
When I couldn't control it
It fucking exploded
And then by the tan of my hide
I came out on the other side
Don't hate yourself
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2. |
Taste the Shoeshine
03:26
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Tell me all the things you don't know
Click your heels and race the deadline
Your too cute to taste the shoeshine
So tell me all the things you don't know
More effort than it's worth to restrain
The space between your ass and keychain
We'll pick a spot to stop and freeze frame
So you can tell me all the things you don't know
Give me your heart its lungs
Give me your teeth their gums
It lifts you so high up and sinister
You search for a way to pine in the sunshine
And wait for the spire to rise and reveal itself
Tear through the wrinkled skin of all the has-beens
While children of God all lined up in uniform
Are conditioned to fix their stare on the impaired
Method that tries to drive with a steady hand
The rage of the forest fire
Bound in razor wire
Gently raining down
Onto sacred ground
Tell me all the things you don't know
Click your heels and race the deadline
Your too cute to taste the shoeshine
So tell me all the things you don't know
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3. |
Body Throne
04:07
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A dark shadow cuts into an empty room
The shallow grave for a complacent fool
Invading private space just to disgrace with a smile
But I had buried the knife I'd swallowed my pride in leu
Of tasting skin that I can't break through
Just another artist starved for the attention you try
To so bitterly deny
Spinning pinwheels, pulsing embers
My body throne into the fire
Going up in the smoke of a wasted inclination
Crying in vain through the windowpane
The unrequited name of desire
Feel it pull me under and force me into the decline
A pile of burning corpses you left behind
The bigger it makes you
The more it can break you
Nobody's stepping out of line
Bang, bang! I bang on your door so hard
Jaded and loveless I can't be cured
Still falling further in rank from a place at your side
I'm just a waste of your time
Oh, but you'd never let it show
Your too misanthropic
And you know there's a line around the corner
For the lonely little stoner girl
Who seeks to unfurl
Parade in a wet dress
Without any philanthropy or credence
Your sexual convenience is all
They could afford to ask
Forceps on my bare back
You pull at my spine so diamond-studded
As if I like to be exploited
But no, it's not consensual
And somehow I can't help but feel
That by fueling your self destruction
I'll have felt the repercussions
More than anyone I've ever loved
Spinning pinwheels, pulsing embers
My body throne into the fire
Going up in the smoke of a wasted inclination
Crying in vain through the windowpane
The unrequited name of desire
Feel it pull me under and force me into the decline
A pile of burning corpses you left behind
The bigger it makes you the harder that it's to deny
To destroy and deface you is the only way it knows to stay alive
Ain't nobody stepping out of line
The pile of burning corpses you left behind
Impossible, Improbable
You shake your head
Impossible, Improbable
You waste your breath
Impossible, Improbable
Just save your self
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4. |
Hopeless Case
02:42
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Tie you up like all the others
You look like something I could sink my teeth into
Stick a fork in it cause this one is obviously through
And these kinds of instances are rare
Echoes bouncing to the bottom of a bottle
Squinting at imaginary stage lights in my room
This secret symphony is playing just for you
And if you listen really, really hard
You will hear me driving drunk into your heart
Shots of whiskey from the barrel of a revolver
Sucker's written on my forehead, it's written on yours too
If I go to hell then all my friends will be there soon
That is if I had any friends at all
Ask me why I even bother
Cause these assumptions make an ass out of me as well as you
If I'm a hopeless case I hope that you are too
And as significance melts away
It's dripping icing on a wonderful day
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Worm Emergency Team
We're on the loose
Worm Emergency Team
We got the juice
When it rains it pours then it opens wide
And all the little worms fall out of the sky
Worm Emergency Team
We're on our way
Worm Emergency Team
To save the day
Well we're coming down harder than an early bird
To put each worm back safe into the earth
Worm Emergency Team
We got a right
Worm Emergency Team
To put up a fight
When you've spent your whole life eating dirt
It's time to get the equality that you deserve
Worm Emergency Team
We're on the loose
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6. |
Brown River
03:53
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Grey boots thumpin' on a big black gremelo
In Kentucky with my home-bred back yard wriggle pump
Hog tooth squirmin' under a big bright love plug
Anal warts tarnishin' a liquorish glove rug
Crotch bug swimming' through a bloody brown river
Syrup tinsel stringin' from a torso chain mope
Gotta get behind me pull me on a quadruple rope-a-dope
Misty moisty towellete on a cue ball mutton thump
Exercisin' demons with lashes to the rump
Sleepin' in a mud crack back yard wriggle
The proofs in the halibut poon-tang parfait
Got me moanin' and a groanin' like the goddam swamp thing
Bullwinkle hellhole gobblin' up the lip gloss
Lemmings in a mailbox slobbin' on pork hocks
Writhin' and squealin' in a back yard wriggle
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7. |
Doomsday
02:40
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Love you on a doomsday
Two faces chewing on the fat of the land
Dragging dead dogs and horses
Through a telescopic chain of command
Growing bored of the shit storm
They let the bed sores swallow them whole
Nighty night little parasite
Sleep tight deep inside the back of your skull
Heart beats red streaks
Like a foghorn shattering glass
Raining down on your tin can castle
Rays of ultra-violence
Big brother fashions himself a visor
From a roll of aluminum foil
And everybody burns like a calorie
On the crust of the American soil
Everybody move
Everybody groove
Everybody move
Everybody groove
Everybody move
Everybody groove
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8. |
I'll Do It By Myself
01:42
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Lesson learned yeah it's confirmed
I'm a fucking tool
Dropping out of Sunday school
Oh my god, oh my god
Does this rule or does this doesn't?
I can't tell
Sipping ice cold lemonade
In this living hell
So I'll do it by myself
I'll just do it all by myself
I'll do it by myself
There was a time I looked in the eyes
Of an earth angel
Who told me ever so politely to go
Fuck myself, fuck myself
Jimmy crack corn don't cut me no slack
Don't tell me twice
Or try to jump the bones or hold the phone
For a poltergeist
So I'll do it by myself
I'll just do it all by myself
I'll do it by myself
Paralyzed or pacified
I couldn't get my fill
Like a drama queen on Dramamine
Pop the pill, pop the pill, pop the pill, pop the pill
Now the sun beats down on me
And it feels so nice
To be floating like a bloated corpse
In paradise
So I'll do it by myself
I'll just do it all by myself
I'll do it by myself
So I'll do it by myself
I'll just do it all by myself
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9. |
U Could Be a Part of Me
02:33
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To market to market
In search for simple pleasures
Immersed inside a world of your own
You are oblivious and ignorant
Why are you stalling
You could be a part of me now
Why are you falling for the ruse of a mortal's design
You're drunk and you're snobby
And you reek of dirty laundry
But sometimes when you wonder what for
And the deeper that your queries implore
The more the pigment of your body grows pale
Until you hear that voice inside of you
Why are you stalling
You could be a part of me now
Why are you falling for the ruse of a mortal's design
Why aren't you calling out the bluff of the kingdom at hand
Die right here and now for me and you will understand
And now I'm binging and purging on goblets full of ether
I'm binging and purging on goblets full of ether
I'm binging and purging on goblets full of ether
And my eyes are rolling back in my head
And I remember what the soothsayer said
And even long after my body gets dead
I can still hear those words ringing inside of me
Why are you stalling
You could be a part of me now
Why are you falling for the ruse of a mortal's design
Sacrifice could be the key to set humanity free
Die right here and now for me and you will live eternally
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10. |
La La La La La
03:09
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Your days in the sun
Stabbing blindly to reach perfection
But your work's never done
Burying your losses in a deep depression
You're the sentimental type
A victim of your own devices
Well at least you're alive
Mixing a cocktail of blood and bleach till
Like a balloon on the rise
You're ever encumbering utter completeness
So that it makes them very small
And there's no one left at all that'll hurt you
The stroke of your genius swirls through the sky so blue
Twisting a singular vision into solitude
La la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la
Can you admit that you're lost
Or is it really you just don't remember
The insurmountable cost of how
Disembodied that you became to get there
You don't even notice there's a raid
You're playing the arcade of negligence
Only a fool would rely
On simple acts from a kindly stranger
That's why you're milking your prize
From a big swollen head of self deprecation
Congratulations
The second guessing hand will get you
Dismantle you from the neck down
A pathetic pile all over the floor
That dreams of being a constellation
You're such a beautiful
You're such a beautiful lie!
You're such a beautiful
You're such a beautiful lie!
You're such a beautiful
You're such a beautiful lie!
You're such a beautiful
You're such a beautiful lie!
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11. |
Sell the Boat
02:55
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Everybody's got to
Sit up straight and clap your hands
For the veritable feats of mortal man
You've all just been sucked in to our master plan
To sell the boat, sell the boat, sell it, sell it
Sell the boat, sell the boat, sell it, sell it
Sell the boat, sell the boat, sell it, sell it
Stand up tall and stomp your feet
Cause we're all gonna march to a different beat
No more suckling on society's teat
We're gonna sell the boat, sell the boat, sell it, sell it
Sell the boat, sell the boat, sell it, sell it
Sell the boat, sell the boat, sell it, sell it
Well, what are we gonna do now guys?
The only thing we can do
Sell the boat!
Nothing can phase me
cause I've gone completely crazy now
Sell the boat!
We're gonna come to your houses
and rape all your spouses
This ain't Chef-Boy-R-Dee in a can
This ain't your daddy's American Bandstand
No high school glee club,
no Drew Carey bullshit
This moment's here and now
and it is what we make of it
When we sell...
Everyone bow their heads and say a prayer
That may their ass be reaped beyond repair
There's no use screaming cause no one can hear
above the joy and the laughter
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12. |
Rock and Roll Revolution
03:23
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Rock and roll revolution
The streets are filled with mass confusion
No more excuses no substitutions
For this rock and roll revolution come on
Get your bass and your drums and electric guitar, boy
Come on and join in the fight
Everyone's anticipatin' the scene that we're stagin'
The war that we're wagin' this Saturday night
Rock and roll revolution
No more prejudice or persecution
It's time to chalk up and make a contribution
To this rock and roll revolution right now
Just a bunch of mental masturbation
From those white-haired squares in the United Nations
This ain't ordained by no institution
It's a rock and roll revolution come on
Now let's all see with a raise of hands yeah
Who here wouldn't wanna be
Living a life so loud and so proud without grievance
Pledging allegiance to the land of the free
Rock and roll revolution
It's just logical evolution
You can call us crazy call us disillusioned
But we need a rock and roll revolution right now
No more time for negotiation
In a world consumed with greed and deprivation
It's time to jump to a sound conclusion
With a rock and roll revolution right now
Rock and roll revolution come on
Rock and roll revolution come on
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John Bellows Washington
John Bellows is a singer songwriter and home recorder from small town Kentucky, schooled in Chicago, and now back to the land in rural Washington.
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