1. |
Bartleby
02:38
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Hey Bartleby
Do you wanna go to work?
Hey Bartleby
Do you wanna go home?
I'd prefer not to
I'd prefer not to
Bartleby the Scrivener
Why not?
I'd prefer not to
Bartleby
You have to try
I'd prefer not to
Hey Bartleby
Do you want to go to eat?
Hey Bartleby
Do you want to go to sleep?
I'd prefer not to
I'd prefer not to
Hey Bartleby
You wanna be someone?
Hey Bartleby
You wanna live your life?
I'd prefer not to
I'd prefer not to
Bartleby
I don't understand
I'd prefer not to
Bartleby
You don't make any sense
I'd prefer not to
Bartleby the Scrivener
Why not?
I'd prefer not to
Bartleby
Come on man
I'd prefer not to
Bartleby
What is wrong with you?
I'd prefer not to
Bartleby
I’ll call the police
I'd prefer not to
Bartleby
You’re gonna fucking die
I'd prefer not to
Bartleby
Bartleby
I’d prefer not to
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2. |
Materialistic
01:27
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My 8 to 5 stole my jive
Am I even really still the fuck alive?
I wanna buy buy buy
until I die die die
I need some stuff stuff stuff
I can't get enough
I’m Materialistic
It’s Unrealistic
take me to the store
I'm gonna spend some more
Gimme that check
I gotta bank account to wreck
What is that I see?
I’ll take one of those please
I need it
I want it
But its just pure shit
Let’s go to work work work
So I can see that jerk
Get my pay pay pay
It's where I’ll stay all day
Wanna buy buy buy
until I die die die
I need some stuff stuff stuff
I can't get enough
Every last cent
It's already good as spent
I'm a slave slave slave
It's shit I crave crave crave
I wanna buy buy buy
until I die die die
I need some stuff stuff stuff
I can't get enough
I’m Materialistic
It’s Unrealistic
Let's go to the store
Shit
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3. |
The Funeral
03:49
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You don’t care for what you got
You're gonna fucking rot
Go in the refrigerator
Tag the toe, see you later
Slide you out all blue
Gonna take care of you
needle penetrates your skin
Embalming fluid slithers in
All the tissue kept alive
by your blood supply
Now is preserved
Formaldehyde reserves
Capping your eyeballs
Stuffing your cheeks with gauze
Gluing your lips
Painting fingertips
Almost funeral time
Your loved ones paid a dime
To celebrate your life
Because you died
Putting special makeup on
Discoloration is all gone
Livor Mortis covered up
Rigor mortis, stiff as fuck
Cut the clothes and slip them on
Nakedness forever gone
Tucking underneath
No one will ever see
They ruined your dress blues
Never put on the shoes
Hoist you into your casket
Oh look, a flower basket
Your family is all here
Songs, pamphlets, tears
Pastor gives benediction
Depressive bleak social friction
Almost funeral time
Your loved ones paid a dime
To celebrate your life
Because you died
Paul Bearers take their place
Lifting you to your space
To your black eternal pit
Graveside service, this is it
Family gathers 'neath the tent
Celebrating your life spent
Lower you down, down
Into the earthy dirt mound
Feet already chilly cold
Toes will coverup with mold
The rest of you will bloom
Mold will feast on your doom
Almost funeral time
Your loved ones paid a dime
To celebrate your life
Because you died
Bunch 'a' parched parasites
Feasting on your insides
Soft tissue folds, cower
Looking like a puffed flower
Burgundy, Green and white
Black dalmatian spots, alright!
You’ll spend forever soiled
Flesh foul moist spoiled
Time for delayed decay
While everybody prays
Maggots, it’s dinnertime
Slugs, bugs, and slime
Almost funeral time
Your loved ones paid a dime
To celebrate your life
Because you died
Shovels full of clotty dirt
At least you'll no longer hurt
They love you, rest in peace
You're Lifeless, dead, deceased
They love you, rest in peace
You're Lifeless, dead, deceased
They love you, rest in peace
You're Lifeless, dead, deceased
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4. |
Compressor Fan
01:34
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S’posed to have help
Expert consultant
there was no help
tragedy’s repugnant
man of many talents
up on the rig
he lost balance
the blades went chop
One man cried
another one paced
you st st stuttered
blood everywhere sprayed
My dad lost his hand
In your compressor fan
Now all I wanna do is
stuff you in the trash can
My dad lost his hand
in your compressor fan
now all i wanna do is
cut yours off too, man
Life forever changed
All he does is hurt
He was retired
the pain is inert
fuck your family
fuck your life
fuck your children
fuck your wife
fuck your business
fuck your state
I want karma
to deliver your fate
eye for an eye
tooth for a tooth
let's follow the word
and cut yours off, too
My dad lost his hand
In your compressor fan
Now all I wanna do is
stuff you in the trash can
My dad lost his hand
in your compressor fan
now all i wanna do is
cut yours off too, man
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5. |
Just Smile
01:17
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Watch all your people die,
But that won’t be for a while
Just smile!
Spend all your time at work
A bee in a beehive
Gimme High Five!
You’ll never catch your wife
With a stranger in no pants
Do a Happy dance!
You’ll never crash your car
And perish in the flaming heat
Stomp your feet!
Your kids will never vanish,
Without the slightest trace
Make a Happy Face!
You won't get depressed,
Life regrets that linger
Snap your fingers!
You’ll never get so sick
End up in a stretcher bed
Bob your head!
You won't catch leprosy,
Rotting flesh for all to see
Shriek with Glee!
You'll never go to jail
For being a pedophile,
Just Smile!
Bitch
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6. |
Try it You may Like it
02:21
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Debt up to your neck
Student loans, mortgage
Didn't ever stop to check
If your parents had the storage
Try it you may like it
All your worries lay aside
Try it you may like it
Talkin' 'bout some suicide
What's really going for you?
What do you have to lose?
The goals you pursue
Are not yours to choose
Try it you may like it
Put that ego on the shelf
Try it you may like it
Talkin' 'bout kill yourself
Nothing else makes you smile
Everything is stupid
Take some time off for a while
All expenses included
Try it you may like it
All your worries lay aside
Try it you may like it
Talkin' 'bout some suicide
Did your car break down?
Don't let that make you frown
I have a great solution
Features self execution
Try it you may like it
Put that ego on the shelf
Try it you may like it
Talkin' 'bout kill yourself
Maggots in the floorboard
Maggots in your hair
Maggots in the drawers
Maggots everywhere
Try it you may like it
All your worries lay aside
Try it you may like it
Talkin' 'bout some suicide
Death-stench in the floorboard
Death-stench in your hair
Death-stench in the drawers
Death-stench everywhere
Try it you may like it
Put that ego on the shelf
Try it you may like it
Talkin' 'bout kill yourself
Smells Good
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7. |
Dismembered
01:55
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I feel like a maniac
Gonna give you a panic attack
Gotta whole new slew of friends
So take your grip off of me, man
Leave me be, I was cool before you
You fucked me up, so fuck you too
I'm sexy you wanted to be me,
Walk away now, close the door when you leave
I'm so cold, inside and out
Jaded, mind-fucked, and full of doubt
A vicious cycle is my life
I have no place with you
Being your wife
I was meant for this hellride solo
I'm gonna start right now stupid foe
Bitch ass motherfucker
bitch ass motherfucker you are
A bitch ass motherfucker
Bitch ass motherfucker you are
I'm fuckin' crazy and I know it
I hate you always and I'll show it
Till the day I die you'll remember
How your dreams I dismembered
Till the day I die you'll remember
How your dreams I dismembered
Till the day I die you'll remember
How your dreams I dismembered
Till the day I die you'll remember
How your dreams I dismembered
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8. |
Chevrolet
02:55
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I drive a Chevy bowtie
until the day I die
Never a ford
Please help me, Lord
Maybe a dodge
Probably not
That's gray area
or so I'm taught
Them Japanese cars
are for the faint of heart
They're made to last
Drivin' them's real smart
European cars
Those are high class
Pinky in the air
They can kiss my ass
I drive a Chevrolet
I drive it everyday
That square box frame
All the rest are lame
I drive a Chevrolet
I drive it everyday
Won't drive no Ford
Please help me Lord
My name is
Walker
Big Shit Talker
Silverado
Colorado
Camaro
Monte Carlo
Tahoe
Malibu
Suburban
S-10
Cobalt
Cruze
Trax
All the rest
Are the best
I drive a Chevy bowtie
until the day I die
Never a ford
Please help me, Lord
What about the Jeep
with the rubber ducks
Drive up mountains
and not give 2 fucks
Ford's really ok
The American way
GMC's just fine
Chevrolet divine
Cadillac is cool
for the big money fool
I won't drive no Ford
I drive Chevrolet
I drive it everyday
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9. |
Snack
01:34
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I saw him
Wearing all black
All I could think
Was him in the sack
Mean, clean, and sleek
His eyes met mine
5 o'clock shadow
There went the decline
Chest full of hair
Pants full of pubes
Filled up with beef
Just what I wanna eat
He was a snack
off the dessert rack
A tube steak cake
I gotta, gotta take
He was a snack
off the dessert rack
A Yummy snack
I got to attack
Slim trim machine
Eyes of desire
Stoic and poised
It Lit up my fire
Gotta song in my heart
Gotta dance in my feet
Gonna take this flounder
Stick it on the meat
Chest full of hair
Pants full of pubes
Filled up with pork
Let me grab my fork
He was a snack
off the dessert rack
A tube steak Cake
I gotta gotta take
He was a snack
off the dessert rack
A Yummy snack
I got to attack
Bon appetit!
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10. |
Talky Talkerton
01:59
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I don't wanna talk to
Talky Talkertons
they never shut up
talking out their butts
SHHHHHH
I'd rather converse
with a corpse in a hearse
they never talk back
listening they don't lack
QUIET
What do you want from me?
Won't take my social clues
Get ignored constantly
My ears you're gonna bruise
SHUT UP
Take this conversation
to some other place
lacking validation
get out of my face
Talk to someone else
Someone who maybe cares
Hey, shut up just a minute
No magpie compares
SILENCE
I'll see you around
no need to expound
talk again never
these ties i wanna sever
HUSH
Them Talky Talkertons
Fuck this conversation
can you see that I would
rather be in cremation
Go home to your family
they can't escape
your diarrhea mouth
I'm sure they wanna tape
Are you still talking?
Holy fucking shit, man
Nobody cares
Everybody done ran
AWAY.....
I don't wanna talk to
Talky Talkertons
they never shut up
talking out their butts
SHUSH
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11. |
I Burp A Lot
01:03
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I burp a lot
Burp burp a lot
A lot
So fucking what
I burp a lot
I got gastrointestinal reflux disease
I burp a lot
Burp a lot
So if you don't mind excuse me please
I I
Burp burp
A lot a lot
I burp a lot
Burp burp a lot
A lot
Burp a lot
Burp a lot
Burp a lot
I burp a lot
Burp burp a lot
A lot
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