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Iron Heads
03:19
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Mob on Our Hands (live)
02:57
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Rusty Hatchet
01:03
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the CUNT Toucher
08:04
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Malcom Sex
03:13
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Antarctica
06:44
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Monkey Boy
01:28
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Mob on Our Hands
02:46
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Thug
02:16
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13. |
Dracula's Dog
04:09
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Nicky's Got a Robot Hand
03:09
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16. |
Drowning Cricket
04:50
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WE got Salvia and Peyote
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17. |
I Am Onkenkronk
04:04
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19. |
the Shut In
02:16
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20. |
the Blood Gusher
08:32
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21. |
Just Hate Me!
02:40
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JUST HATE ME
Trying to get into your good graces
Is a convolutin my brain
My nerves are a jangly when you come around
And I'm pushing too hard to explain
Fallin in love is a dance with uncertainty
I'd rather fall into pain
I focus on anger despair and regret
Till the feeling I'm under will wan
Just hate me just hate me
You got to feed my pain
Just hate me just hate me
So I won't go insane
Its not like I have any reason to seek you
and stand here repeating your name
Its not like I need an excuse for depression
to stir up the rot in my brain
Emotions still come and I'll struggle to fuel them
And make them a quick burning flame
I'll kick through the ashes and boot out my heart
If you hate me then there's what I'll blame
Just hate me just hate me
You got to feed my pain
Just hate me just hate me
So I won't go insane
I'd like to believe that my brain makes the choices
But the heart can't be under my will
I'd like to believe that ignoring the pain
could be easy like taking a pill
But I know this driving unyielding obscession
Its an old and familiar debate
There's nothing to do but upset your well meaning
politeness and kick till you hate
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22. |
Stone Me To Death
05:48
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By now there should be some way to stop the pistols ringing in my ears
Make it disappear Make it disappear
I haven't eaten in 20 days without the sound of guns ruin my meal
let me heal I need to heal
Blood Gusher gush me up a sacrifice so I can walk away
Gush it all away gush it all away
I warm up to insect spray and keep my head buried in a hole
No more soul, no more soul
Hang my guns on a graveyard fence if you never see me again
You can rock me to sleep but I'd rather you stone me to death
burned bird hurling missiles in a burning sky
do they lie do they lie?
blood gusher gush me up a bloody fount that
drinks the pennies dry
a coin too high
a price too high
by now i'm never sure which surge is caused by the blood moon's tide
suicide suicide
Hanging all my weapons up and let the rain come wash that blood away
i have paid i have paid
Hang my guns on a graveyard fence if you never see me again
You can rock me to sleep but I'd rather you stone me to death
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23. |
Guru from Missouri
02:43
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We don't read sanskrit back home in Missouri
We ain't bald headed We don't eat curry
And we put Diapers By the baby's bed
No we don't wear them on our head
So I don't believe you're a Guru from Missouri
We like our cattle barbecued
No we don't eat that green slimy food
And in Missouri when we are wed
We don't put red dots on our head
So I don't believe you're a Guru from Missouri
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24. |
Carcass Guys
03:50
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How many raisings from the dead today?
You're out of ideas and there's always gonna be
Just a little pain
Sometimes a lot of pain.
Carcass guys you stand up and take orders
Your master's coffers filling,
the public buys eagerly
They'll buy any stiff, there's always someone willing
Consumers just line up to settle for less, its easy as shipping
and billing.
This is how we conquer pagans!
This is why we dig up Ronald Regan!
This is how we make you worthless!
No stars are born today, the industry is birthless!
This is how we hire police and terrorize the thief!
Give him grief, but the police chief's the real theif.This is why we void your application for any deviation
in your past!
In your past!
This is why each time you drink the swill we sell,
You drink like it's a race to get to hell
This how the cotton kings made draftees sing, the brainwashed songs
of dixiecrats that heap the labors of a slave on your back!
On your back!
On your back!
This is why you buy a flag but dress your kids in burlap bags
This is why you switch the facts for tired slogans, artifacts
This is how you gloss the riots over, and give a patriot some cover
Sell white sheets to clothe the great white wizard's lover, do you protest?
The swat team's coming! Run for cover!America has chemtrails in her skies
To blot the sun from sea to dying sea
With carcass guys.
Do you wanna survive? Someone's blocking your path
your path
your path
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25. |
Two Times a Heart
02:55
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TWO TIMES A HEART
Two times a brain a leaves a night in blue and
waiting here in drag a pastel painted fag
two times a heart is all I want of you
My politics are hard on you and
I'd rather gnaw your hand than vandalize your land
two times a heart is all I want of you
Two times a laugh is nice and sweet and
nothing beats your smile but it just ain't worth the while
If two times a heart comes conjured by your guile
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26. |
Coffee by the Pot
02:46
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Once I used to play a game of kick around the druggie
They would ask what are you on? Nothing! I cried smuggly!
I was better, I believed, sober and religious
Then I'd brew my coffee strong, a pick me up prodigious
Thought I was straitedge
But I was really not.
Took Benadryl for grogginess
Drank coffee by the pot.
What a thrill it was to be In judgement and superior
coffee doesn't count I'd think, internally exterior
Tolerence was just for drugs not the ones who did them
Secret vice like robotussin, I had always hid them
I ran around with blinders on, but part of me was dead
I read about psychedelics still, but kicked them out of bed
I made myself an isolated, self censoring jerk
I sealed off all my sympathy to any average berk
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27. |
Electric Hooker
02:15
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His name is Mr. Slump
His back's got a hump
In his spare time
He's the anti-gump
And when he's horny
He'll screw a socket
His life is not
Your box of chocolate
Hookers are candy the Girl Robots are handy
Feelin so randy cause we fuck so good
He writes a column
As Guru Gollum
For lonely hearts
Whose vows are solemn
And when he's drunk
Steve top takes over
Drinks double-shots
Then Slump slumps over
Hookers are liquor the Girl Robots are quicker
Eyelids will flicker cause we fuck so good
Her name is Amy
She's a mortician
Sees only beauty
From her position
Her love life sucks
She writes the Guru
Who is so drunk
He slides off his stool
Hookers get past her the Girl Robots are faster
We fuck her pastor and we fuck him good
And now the Guru
Slurrs through her letter
She has two suitors
Which one is better
He's had his fill
Of her keveching
Jump off a bridge
Give death a fetching
Hookers are candy the Girl Robots are handy
Feelin so randy cause we fuck so good
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28. |
UT Tower
04:22
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dance with me dance with me
I'm hurtin and nobody looks the same to me
dance with me dance with me
I'm climbin up the tower cause I got something to show you
Darlin Darlin Darlin Darlin Darlin Darlin Darlin Darlin
dance with me dance with me
these pains that I keep getting won't inspire my feet
dance with me dance with me
I'm climbin up the tower cause I got something to show you
Darlin Darlin Darlin Darlin Darlin Darlin Darlin Darlin
dance with me dance with me
I've never been the same since I joined the marines
dance with me dance with me
I'm climbin up the tower cause I got something to show you
Darlin Darlin Darlin Darlin Darlin Darlin Darlin Darlin
dance with me dance with me
its so nice in the tower all I know is peace
dance with me dance with me
I'm climbin up the tower cause I got something to show you
Darlin Darlin Darlin Darlin Darlin Darlin Darlin Darlin
dance with me dance with me
I'm hurting in my head and people run from me
dance with me dance with me
I'm climbin up the tower cause I got something to show you
Darlin Darlin Darlin Darlin Darlin Darlin Darlin Darlin
dance with me dance with me
its harder not to pull the trigger than to scream
dance with me dance with me
I'm climbin up the tower cause I got something to show you
Darlin Darlin Darlin Darlin Darlin Darlin Darlin Darlin
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29. |
Lone Star
03:15
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LONE STAR
you can hurt me all you feel but no pain I feel is real
I parted the ghosts in your hand part of the heavenly land
you can hurt me all you feel but the hooks in my skin aren't real
I won't even struggle to land in fact I ain't even a man
I'm not what you're looking for unless you're looking far
Find out what is true cause I'm a lone star
you can tell me what you think but it won't make me sink in the sand
come to heaven and follow your plan be an angel but don't be a man
you can hurt me all you feel but no pain I feel is real
I parted the ghosts in your hand part of the heavenly land
I'd like to take you up to where you feel like heaven.
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Coz the Shroom New Mexico
NOW RETIRED TO BECOME A MONK AND FOLLOW THE TAO TE CHING.
Cassette artist since 1979, Former Austin punk rocker, (18
years in Austin Texas) independent recording artist, and part of the SUCKDOG circus from 1991 to 1998. long time performance artist, writer, and psychonaut.
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