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St. Mary of the Angels
03:55
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Old Crusty, he's asleep and old Grumbles he's a-keepin
The kitchen orderly, with no help or thanks to me, ya know
And Lily, she's a sweety. Francisco, he's completely a megalomaniac
But that's better than a heart attack
And Oh, oh, St. Mary, what will you do?
Your babies is crazies and maybe they're out serving you
From Florida to Franklin and St. Claude to Poland
They're rippin' out our guts, you never know who to trust
And old Val he's buildin' doors and young Val he's doin chores
with this flatbed pick-up truck, no, none of us is making bucks
And Oh, oh, St. Mary, what will you do?
Your babies is crazies and maybe they're out serving you
And Kirstin's in the closet, she's takin them droplets
Of Kombucha and E.M. -It's not proven but we won't tell them
And Liz and Lani are in the bike shop while I learn to pick locks
With Zeke from Bellingham. I think I just heard someone say
That Sam, he's on the front steps, he's smokin them cigarettes
With Glen and Tim and Jake and Gabe but not Casey or Renee cause they don't fly that way
And Oh, oh, St. Mary, what will you do?
Your babies is crazies and maybe they're out serving you
Well Bill's on the front steps, he's smokin crack, his pants are wet
Then Jake rolls up, there's no secrets, he looks at Bill and says, "No bullshit."
Now someone's on a bicycle, they may have been shot in the skull
Call Alec, or Eric, or someone to get medical
But Wait now Ivan stole the van and girl mac, she's got a plan
To get miss america on the rooftop
Old Arthur, he's the sweetest man
Sellin sodas by the can
he holds a cane in one hand
In the middle of a gymnasium
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2. |
Pan Atlantic
04:03
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3. |
Ambulance
05:50
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San Antonio
03:03
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We get all our booze at Champion Liquour
After playin shit shows at Jiggers
Cock cock cock cock cock-a-doodle hand
Don't you really love our band (in)
San Antonio. Don't you think we ought to go
Far away, away from here
Five finger discount hits the bullseye
Not to mention, too drunk to drive
What was that we hit? A car!
Holy shit, let's get goin gone far from
San Antonio. Don't you think we ought to go
Far away, away from here
I miss my baby, I miss my mom
I miss all the bullshit at the prom
I miss your brother and your sister too
But that aint about the last thing that I'm going to miss about you
San Antonio. Don't you think we ought to go
Far away, away from here
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5. |
DIY Dentistry
02:22
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The skin on my teeth, it's feeling mighty weak
It's not quite baleen and I think it's scalene
Do you know what I mean cause I can't stop eating
Plankton and hard candy and I'm bleeding
I'm in so much pain, give me some novacaine
or a spacebag of wine cause you know it'll do the same thing
from feral to tame, I'm sedated in my brain
and the sutures are contained for now
Well rip out all my chains and we'll feel the same
and swallow all my teeth and we'll see what's underneath
and I'll chew on your thumbs with what's left of my gums
and we can have a party in my mouth
Well, welcome to the slums that are my gums
and we'll enter the blender and I'll wear suspenders
and you can remember how we dismembered
my mouth for the sake of your fun
and a Frown is just a place that sits on your face
for me to put some silver and gold
and we can go around and cut off other frowns from other faces in other places and we can wear them all around
like christmas on a tinsel tree
or braces on a friend of thee
or an enema in your enemy
or butter on your bread
like oil on your engine-y
or children from your progeny
it's our own downtown, upside down frown, DIY Dentistry.
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Black & White
04:24
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Be careful if you're ever thinkin about coming back
Cause you'll never come back from anywhere after that
Like this piec of paper and a pen with which I scratch
We'll either burn together or live forever in white and black
Infantile danger taste your tail til your bones are bent
Damage love your mother well with fierce committment
Dumpster hold on tight, one day we will reunite
And Families in emergencies will sing late into the night
Your rosy cheeks on the chopping block beg boyscouts to arouse
some colored knives and willing eyes to prepare the old dollhouse
black tar and your graveyard jaw will make a fine romance
I'll kidnap you and your little shoes and over bodies we will dance.
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7. |
In This Room
04:35
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Bullmoose
04:22
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Wild Calling
05:02
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Beautiful Doll
04:12
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11. |
Also Frightened
04:45
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Online
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12. |
Drunk
05:07
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