1. |
Roast The Pig
05:16
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ROAST THE PIG
covered by night untamed and unchecked
the vandal runs through our fields intending to wreck
promise held by the future and a new plot of corn
the nurturing farmer and a molester compelled to scorn
concealed in the blind. wind on my face
the thief unaware I’m concluding this chase
the arrow flies true and the beast has been stung
blood bonds with fire when my shank rips through lung
hey-ho, the pain you feel. hey-ho hey-ho, your fate is sealed
hey-ho, death don’t make no deals. hey-ho hey-ho, the end is real
bushes crushed flat. branches broken off
blood on a stump. guides to your stop
hands ‘round your neck to insure that it’s done
if I could finish you twice i could double the fun
gather ‘round the fire and admire the kill
the filthy swine we brought down against its will
a mouth stuffed full of granny smith. eyes are rolled back white
time to cook that fat beast. let’s roast the pig tonight
hey-ho, the pain you feel. hey-ho hey-ho, your fate is sealed
hey-ho, death don’t make no deals. hey-ho hey-ho, the end is real
hey-ho, the stake is wed. hey-ho hey-ho, to a severed head
hey-ho, the blood is red. hey-ho hey-ho, the pig is dead
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2. |
Does No Mean Yes
03:21
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DOES NO MEAN YES
girl are you feelin’ out of place?
‘cause I can see by the look on your face
your mama never told you there’d be boys like me
who don’t accept rejection easily
Chorus
does no mean yes?
is this just your little way of playing hard to get?
does no mean yes? ‘Cause if yes is what you’re sayin’
please don’t make me guess
girl you’re giving me the cold shoulder
that makes me really want to get to know ya
your daddy should have told you ‘bout the birds and bees
and boys who like a challenge just like me
chorus
so I crawled through the window ‘cause it’s you I adore
now we’re both on the same side of that bolted bathroom door
for the first time tonight we’re finally alone
let me state my intention. Be the queen of my throne
and I know that you will though you say that you can’t
you would like me too if you gave this a chance
chorus
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3. |
Fair Weather Fan
05:12
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FAIR WEATHER FAN
amarillo morning. a sky as black as death
freight train’s a comin’. you can smell the devil’
s breath
sitting in cold sweat. hiding under ground
in a concrete box that you built for when the shit goes down
you put your hands together and say a prayer out loud
that the beast won’t stop at your door. today you won’t be found
chorus
beyond death and taxes in sport one thing is sure
a day will come when the star no longer shines
so buy another cap from the team with the all-star quarterback
then at least for today we’ll have no doubt who you stand behind
fair weather fan. jump on the bandwagon
fair weather fan. no ‘also-rans’. only winners
you poke your head outside and take a look around
neighbors hard at work to rebuild their little town
for weeks they’ve cleaned the mess and made things nice again
and though surviving one more storm without you
they could’ve used a hand
chorus
fair weather fan. Jump on the bandwagon. pick me a winner
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4. |
Little Hitler
04:00
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LITTLE HITLER
little hitler always gets her way
She makes the rules the children must obey
there’s oppression in the school yard where they play
the sawed-off half-pint tyrant rules the roost
strapped up high where the monkeys climb the view is much improved
contemplates a fruitful term. while she drinks her box of juice
submission not requested but required
team work enforced by wall and chained link wire
unify your voice. hold your fist up high. Heil! Little Hitler
little hitler picks the fast and strong
Sorts out the weak and those that don’t belong
indoctrinates the faithful in the ways of right and wrong
the training must start early. she’ll forge a fighting crew
inspired by the fuehrer’s master plan in wwii
now she alone, who owns the youth, gains the future
submission not requested but required
team work enforced by wall and chained link wire
unify your voice. hold your fist up high. heil! little hitler
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5. |
5 on 1
02:26
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5 ON 1
the sweet release opponents revere. a perfect storm you better stand clear
i’m a knock-em-down shootin’, trash-talk mutin’ man
like Goliath from veggie tales. many fought and many failed
i’m a break your sling-shotin’, choke ya with a cotton headband
chorus
gonna bring it to the kitchen. your team of five will feel my noise
i’m a man on a mission. you’re headed for a poundin’ boys
when the shots start rainin’. you better turn your face and run
it’s all in the wrist. I shoot from the hip. 5 on 1
pump me up I’m a dead eye shooter. my shots are money take that to the bank
you’re throwin’ down with the best and fellas you’re about to get spanked
you all wanna try to grab my crown but ain’t nobody gonna bring me down
when I stand erect you can all expect to get drowned
chorus
ba-rappa dappa rub a little ding dong ching chong bang
wacca chica wacca chica wacca chica awe awe awwwwwee
haa ha haa ha haa gaga wiga gig gig big
It's all in the wrist I shoot from the hip
in my face, aggressive and tight. the grip of death, you boys got fight
like a pig-in-a-blanket, I oink when you crank the ‘D’
the game blew up, fans all cheered. the five now wear the loss they feared
like ejected sugar-fill from a bavarian crispy crème
chorus
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6. |
Talking to Myself
03:19
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TALKIN’ TO MYSELF
tonight your old friend came around
you said you need to see him to close it down
the clock strikes two and you’re not home
guess closing time has come and gone
i think I know the answer but here I go
you got me talkin’ to myself. ramblin’ on and on
you got me talkin’
waiting for the sandman with a TV show
a man speaks of the freedom in self-control
he says you rule your thoughts they don’t own you
if they run astray tell them what to do
i flex my mental muscle and blow a fuse
you got me talkin’ to myself. ramblin’ on ‘til these walls respond
if there was anybody else they could hear me out, confirm my doubt
i can’t say what’s going down
rick and Morty you build a story I can’t wrap my head around
and what if all you say is true?
do I need the play-by-play to see I’m just a castaway?
(what if you’re wrong?)
there’s a cage whose bars may hinder your birds-eye view
you got me talkin’ to myself. Ramblin’ on ‘til these walls respond
if there was anybody else they could hear me out, confirm my doubt
you got me talkin’
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7. |
Squatter
03:56
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SQUATTER
three days pass and fish goes bad. still I’ve got to ask if I’m the best you’ve had
turn my clothes from out to in and put ‘em on again. trust febreze to cover up my sin
did some time for uncle sam but never saw a war
yeah I’m FUBAR no doubt from working 8 to 4
because I’ve been to hell and back I get a monthly check
i’m gonna hold my country to her debt
i’m a squatter. a tall drink of water. no man is hotter. a con man built to please
i’m a squatter. word to the fathers. I use up your daughters. my stay is always free
i’m a squatter. a tall drink of water. No man is hotter. a con man built to please
i’m a squatter. word to the fathers. I use up your daughters. my stay is always free
i don’t own this space but I occupy it now
i have no means to pay but I’ll squat as long as you allow
now my mother’s on my case for sleeping past noon
says the weeds will take the yard if we don’t act soon
i’d rather turn some weed to smoke and take another toke
then a nap, now that’d be pretty dope
i’m a squatter. a tall drink of water. no man is hotter. a con man built to please
i’m a squatter. word to the fathers. I use up your daughters. my stay is always free
i’m a squatter. a tall drink of water. no man is hotter. a con man built to please
i’m a squatter. word to the fathers. I use up your daughters. my stay is always free
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8. |
Walk O' Shame
02:56
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WALK O’ SHAME
had too much to drink. what were you thinking?
there’s a stranger in the bed you don’t know from adam….or fred
he’s yet to wake. still time to make a get-away
slip back in your clothes. tiptoe across the bedroom floor
you’re looking through the narrow space between a door and frame
another stranger’s in the way of the path you must retrace
would mama ever understand? could god forgive the mess you’re in?
gotta do the walk of shame. you’ll be walking as fast as you can
the doorbell is singin’. now two young men are bringin’
a truth they need to share. a watchtower pamphlet and a prayer
jehovah’s witness. it’s a different kind of fitness
door to door all day ‘til night. you wish they’d just run out of sight
you’re looking through the narrow space between a door and frame
two more strangers block the way. you may never leave this place
would mama ever understand? Could god forgive the mess you’re in?
gotta do the walk of shame. you’ll be walking as fast as you can
the sleepy stranger takes your arm. provides an escort to your car
gotta do the walk of shame. you’ll be walking as fast as you can
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9. |
Old Maid
03:42
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OLD MAID
when you were younger you’d lie in bed
dreams of what might be filled your head
you’d stare into a sky, beget to pacify, of painted white and blue
wondered if that star you’d been wishing on exists outside your room
off to college, one dream fulfilled
to gather knowledge by book and film
introduced to kesey’s suppressive nurse. you followed her into cuckoo land
but to model such a ratched example is no way to keep a man
old maid, old maid, old maid, old maid
(old maid get wade old maid whoa whoa)
old maid, old maid, old maid, old maid
(old maid get wade old maid whoa whoa)
So what happens to the unused fruit when they make the sweetest wine?
do the sad and wrinkled grapes get left to dry up on the vine?
days are shorter, nights are cold
life is harder when you get old
the ship that you’ve been waiting for
must be lost somewhere
or your handsome captain chose another port
and dropped his anchor there
old maid, old maid, old maid, old maid
(old maid get wade old maid whoa whoa)
old maid, old maid, old maid, old maid
(old maid get wade old maid whoa whoa)
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