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the girl is gone
what an awful affair
she said "so long"
now I'm broke beyond repair
"did she crush your soul?"
well the pain never ceases
"what about your skull?"
It's in about a million pieces
"did she tear you apart?"
you can call me teriyaki
"did she break your heart?"
she broke every single bone in my body
every single bone in my body
every single bone
I fell so fast
now I'm always aware
that love don't last
when you're fallin' down the stairs
"did she crush your soul?"
well the pain never ceases
"what about your skull?"
It's in about a million pieces
"did she tear you apart?"
you can call me teriyaki
"did she break your heart?"
she broke every single bone in my body
every single bone in my body
every single bone
ahh
every single bone in my body (every single bone in my body)
every single bone in my body (every single bone in my body)
every single bone in my body (every single bone in my body)
every single bone in my body (every single bone in my body)
every single bone in my body (every single bone in my body)
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time it ticks like a slow disease
an uncovered sneeze
splashes specks on moments as they freeze
emotion sickness plague on rise
close to due demise
cover your mouth but please cover your eyes
cause this time is sick to its stomach
without his insight would have turned in on his insides
time is sick to its stomach
without his insides would have turned out on the outside
the minutes'll move about-a snail slow
one by one they'll go
listen up I'll let you know about it
you'll lose your track you'll lose your place
you might lose your face
I don't think I could recognize you without it
cause this time is sick to its stomach
without his insight would have turned in on the inside
time is sick to its stomach
without his insides would have turned out on the outside
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Just Like Fat Elvis
03:51
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I've got to get off of my ass
if I'm ever gonna lose this mass
I've got to drop a few pounds
if I'm ever gonna fit in these pants
uh catch some Zs or catch a cold
I must be getting old
just like fat Elvis
mind controlled
uh catch a break or catch a bug
I think I'll drink a drug
just like fat Elvis
just pull the plug
but when you sing
you sing it your way
the burger king
is king for the day
hey hey hey hey
I've get to get onto a diet
if I'm ever gonna get it right
I've got to get onto a cleanse
if I'm ever gonna get myself in shape again
uh catch some Zs or catch a cold
I must be getting old
just like fat Elvis
mind controlled
uh catch a break or catch a bug
I think I'll drink a drug
just like fat Elvis
just pull the plug
but when you sing
you sing it your way
the burger king
is king for the day
hey hey hey hey
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4. |
Eraser
02:59
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roses are read but what is written
between the lines beyond description?
a field of flowers to ease the affliction
mourn our losses with a poppy prescription
warm wind sweeps a swarm of voices
as word dust echoes electric noises
and mind projections paint in choices
chosen by the few
(whatcha gonna do?)
this is a test in genetic mutation
an incapacitating agent
you may feel a slight sedation
my-y-y frankenstein creation
letters are red but blood is thicker
than written words it stains much quicker
remain in print remain in liquor
engrams imprinted on subconscious stickers
arabesque arcade game crashes
as pictures freeze in memory flashes
the few diseased fall down in ashes
smashes into you
(now whatcha gonna do?)
this is a test in genetic mutation
an incapacitating agent
you may feel a slight sedation
my-y-y frankenstein creation
(oh yeah)
eraser erase me
with tape loops and LSD
control machine control me
it's my addiction my need
this is a test in genetic mutation
an incapacitating agent
you may feel a slight sedation
my-y-y frankenstein creation
(oh yeah, check it one more time)
eraser erase me
with tape loops and LSD
control machine control me
it's my addiction my need
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5. |
Going Viral
02:35
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day is dreaming
barely boring
lives are streaming
throats are soaring
I think we're going viral
we got about a million hits
a circle in a spiral
you sunk my battleship
shit!
cops are calling
synchronizing
night is falling
fevers rising
I think we're going viral
we got about a million hits
a circle in a spiral
you sunk my battleship
shit!
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6. |
If I Lost You
04:04
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you want to know what life would be
if love were to leave
but if you should go I do believe
the world would just about end for me
spring wouldn't spring
the birds wouldn't sing
the morn wouldn't bring the morning dew
time wouldn't tick
and glue would not stick
if I lost you
the wind wouldn't blow
the stars wouldn't show
the moon may not glow but break in two
cars wouldn't start
and I'd lose my heart
if I lost you
the earth would turn a deeper blue
and cease to spin and freeze within
the sky would fall heaven and all
and I would fall too
if I lost you
you want to know
what life would be
if love were to leave
but if you should go
I do believe
the world would just about end for me
the earth would turn a deeper blue
and cease to spin and freeze within
the sky would fall heaven and all
and I would fall too
if I lost you
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Bat Suit Sweet
03:55
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Fire Season
03:24
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when the smoke burns your eyes
and a blanket of ash appears
does it catch you by surprise?
it's just that time of year
Cali's burnin' down
and the flames are growin' near
well ya better get outta town
cause fire seasons here
uh well you worked all your life
to live in paradise
now all of that's up in smoke
you payed quite a bill
to live on that hill
now the hillside's burning over
when you're having trouble breathin'
and the sky it ain't so clear
well you might wanna think about leavin'
cause fire seasons here
(ah burn it down now honey)
uh well uh well uh
well you worked all your life
to live in paradise
now all of that's up in smoke
you payed quite a bill
to live on that hill
now the hillside's burning over
when you're having trouble breathin'
and the sky it ain't so clear
well you might wanna think about leavin'
cause fire seasons here
fire seasons here (one more time now)
fire seasons here
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9. |
I Cooked My Noodle
03:55
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Gordon Von Streusel
speedin' for days
scrambled eggs and brains
we are blind our eyes are sowed shut
I am a carrot
I've lost my mind this time it's futile
I cooked my noodle
I cooked my noodle
psychic vegetables
boiled to a crisp
scrambled eggs and brains
love is blind like a toaster strudel
I cooked my noodle
I cooked menudo
ya baked your cake
ya boiled your egg
I cooked menudo
I cooked my noodle
I cooked menudo
I cooked my noodle
I cooked menudo
ya dinged my dangus ya dang dingus
I pinched my poodle
I've payed my dues I've drawn my doodle
I cooked my noodle
I cooked my noodle
ya baked your cake
ya boiled your egg
I cooked menudo
I cooked my noodle
I cooked menudo
I cooked my noodle
I cooked menudo
this is a comedown
you're going to wake up from a very very deep sleep
that you've been in for a long time
I'm going to count to 3 and snap my fingers
when I snap my fingers you will awake feeling so refreshed
and all your sensory inputs will reboot with fantastic clarity
are you ready?
1...2...3...
*snap*
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10. |
That Foggy Day
03:07
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ocean smell foggy day
we'd slip into the haze
that's where I'd like to be
I miss that place
out by the salted sea
we'd slip into a tree
as far as the eye could see
a misty space
before my crimes put me away
the December times were my kind of gray
inside a cell not much to say
I'll remember times like that foggy day
like that foggy day
ocean smell smell foggy day day
we'd slip slip to the haze haze
that's where I'd like to be
I miss that place
out by by salted sea sea
we'd slip slip to a tree tree
as far as the eye could see
a misty space
before my crimes put me away
the December times were my kind of gray
inside a cell not much to say
I'll remember times like that foggy day
like that foggy day... ...yad
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mistakes were made
too many to count
a debt unpaid
an obscene amount
if the road I'm takin' don't turn out
I'm gonna die
won't I?
these same mistake
oh when will I learn?
I hit the brakes
but I crash and burn
oh the road I take never seems to turn
but I'll try
and try
it's a new road
but it's the same destination
will you look back
at all of your creations?
and will you regret
what you didn't know?
it's a new road
but it's the same destination
I can't forget
the troublesome past
my one regret's
that beauty couldn't last
the people here drive too fuckin' fast
I'm gonna cry
won't I?
these same mistake
oh when will I learn?
I hit the brakes
but I crash and burn
oh the road I take never seems to turn
but I'll try
and try
it's a new road
but it's the same temptations
will you ever track
down your dream destination?
or will you regret
where you didn't go?
it's a new road
but it's the same location
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12. |
Last Last Goodbye
03:18
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(1 uh 2 uh 1 2 3)
it's too much pain to pinpoint on a piece of paper
it's all too real to realize on a tape recorder
and all I can do is cry
and all I can ask is uh why why why?
and all I can say is my last last goodbye
uh it's a lost cause
a hopeless case
a complete waste
a loss a loss a loss
it's too insane to say once it's been said and done
there's too much feeling reeling just to feel one
and all I can do is cry
and all I can ask is uh why why why?
and all I can say is my last last goodbye
uh it's a lost cause
a hopeless case
a complete waste
a loss a loss a loss
and all I can do is cry
and all I can ask is uh why why why?
and all I can say is my last last goodbye
and all I can do is cry
and all I can ask is uh why why why?
and all I can say is my last last goodbye
uh it's a lost cause
a hopeless case
a complete waste
a loss a loss a loss
a loss a loss a loss a loss a loss
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Zack Benlan Goleta, California
Dissociative Pop and Excremental Rock Musick courtesy of Dum Money Records and Dumber Money Industrial Affiliates etc.
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