1. |
A1 Out Of Conetrol
00:46
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Outta my control
Can´t eat think
Freak'd out
No mind
No time
Outta my control
Can´t core
Can´t see straight
Outta my control
Outta my face
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2. |
A2 Notha Thang
01:06
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You think you can live
Consecuence free while
Subjectin others to
A life of violence?
Ya' never look in the
Mirror and always speak
Are you afraid that your
Life lacks substance?
You don't even know who
The fuck I am, you and
Your internet snooping
Can burn in hell, you
Don't even know who
The fuck you are, probably
Think I'm singin' bout
Someone else
If you think that you're
helpin you've got anotha
Thing comin and I'm hopins
That thing is death
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3. |
A3 Alien & Warm
01:23
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Why do you seem so excited
When I have the urge to sleep?
Why do you seem undelighted when I'm on
The edge of my seat? My
Brains feels alien and warm
My hands are cold 'n' wet
I touched Doug's head
Today he said I shelt
Like sweat
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Your face makes me gag
A face like that
Makes me brad an axe
And go hack hack hack
A face like that surely
Makes me yack
Makes me grab an axe and
Go hack hack hack
I'm not in denial your
Face is truly vile I
wanna grab and axe and
Go hack hack hack
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5. |
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Your face makes me gag
A face like that
Makes me brad an axe
And go hack hack hack
A face like that surely
Makes me yack
Makes me grab an axe and
Go hack hack hack
I'm not in denial your
Face is truly vile I
wanna grab and axe and
Go hack hack hack
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6. |
A6 Lizard Lady
00:48
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7. |
A7 Waste Of Space
01:36
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Pissed off, lookin' nice
Put man put pits just
Right, puttin' out zilch
Soakin' up light, no
Purpose here, I just night
I'm a waste of space
Nothin' brewin' behind my
Face, no purpose, no place
Full time juice bag
Put inna book, don't fell nice
Dead dogs, nothin' to do
Take your pills and I will
I'mma waste of space
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8. |
B1 1982
00:39
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A strong young man in
Steel toed shoes, knews
At the altar of 1982, the
Lord sends his music
From above to be recieved
By the fingerless glove,
Society workshipping
Mediocrity, disgusting
Displeases he, I want it
Dead, you can act like your
Shit is raw, but recycled
shitty riffs make recycled
shitty songs, you can take
A walk to the Doc Martins
Store and bang your shaved
head up the brick wall
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9. |
B2 Big City Baby
00:41
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I'mma big city baby and I
gotta fade, when I live in
the suburbs I got all a's, now
I'm in the city and I feing dumb
when I wax intellectual
'bout suburban scum, I got
a big city baby she's bust like me,
We both listen to The Smiths aint that
interesting? were two big city babies don't belive
in love, I'mma true postmodern urban
transplant scrub, I'mma big city baby
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10. |
B3 Violence
01:06
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Black and white pictures of blown off heads,
nerds collecting murders on V.H.S., It's already
so depressing dealing with
bad breath so you fetishize
tragedy heatred and death
normalize the killings that you see today,
smile as you perish atalarming rates
bide time prayin for the lord
to save the pathetic human race
from it's dismal state
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11. |
B4 What's Best
01:07
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It's not what's best for you
but the last breath from you,
will bring such case to me,
knowing you've crased to breathe,
my head's so free,
do as I please, die!
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-Hey mom, It's me Cal! Help!-
Crunch 1, crunch 2, these chumps
don't have a clue they flock, they gatha,
they wanna steak my cheesy, swagga
I used to be a cheesepuff
More spunk, more chedda, I goto school
in studs and letha, your feeling? your fault
you gotta take me with a grain of salt
always knew about who I was before,
kinda like me now but only much much more
I used to be a cheesepuff
one look and I kick you a butt
a crunchy stik with cheesy dust
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13. |
B6 Nasal Load
00:43
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Come with you?
I'd rather blow my nasal load
fuck into oblivion?
I'd rather stay home never
ending headache,
never goes away my redundant phrasing nothing
left to say are you pissed off when pissed on?
why ask, I'll just turn my miston.
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14. |
B7 Psycho Killer
01:39
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15. |
B8 Way Things Am
02:02
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I like the way things am
I like the way things am
I can stay with any luck
an uninteresting jaded fuck
I like the way things am
I like the way things am
when it comes to all good things
I'm the sole authority, so shove it!
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