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My Newborn Wife
02:30
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All the little boys and all the little girls are afraid of me
They hope and they pray and they stay away, yeah they stay away from me
I've lived under the powerlines my entire life
And I've shared my bread with moths and heathens and my newborn wife
But, when I'm feeling down, whoah- yeah
All the little boys and all the little girls scream as I flee the scene
All their little ribbons and all their little bows are tied to the toes sewn to my feet
They hope and they slime and they pantomime under the florescent lights
The power lines have been good to me, and my newborn wife
And when I'm feeling down, whoah- yeah
How could I be so blind to the contagions forming around my eyes
And all those cats that go under my couch never seem to make it out
My newborn wife likes to feed the lice to mice that we trade for spice
The powerlines have been good to me and this mold that is my life
But, when I'm feeling down whoah-yeah
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Hot Birth
01:09
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He painted his brain with an acid glaze
Fire from the Gods would spill his face
All the king's horses and all the king's men
Were stricken with leprosy and hence
Put back in the pens
Spit Venom
Hot Birth
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The hands on the clock move into place
These shadows hide my busted face
The static is screaming on the t.v. screen
What in the hell is that supposed to mean?
Well, I don't ever think about it
No, I don't ever think about it
Cause' I don't wanna think about it
Eat your biscuits and eat your bread
That water goes straight to your head
Cryptic words in a cryptic sense
Come on man, that's some heavy shit
Well, I don't ever think about it
No, I don't ever think about it
Cause' I don't wanna think about it
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4. |
What I Did Today
02:10
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Today was a perfect day
I just sat at the edge of my bed, and watched x-files
with the Spanish subtitles on while I gently, gently strummed on my guitar
And my mom she got mad at me, and said "Hey Justin, don't you know that we got company?"
Today was a perfect day
I had one of those thoughts that I've never thought before, while I was staring up at the poster on my wall of Cyclops and Jean Grey
Maybe I don't know anything at all, maybe I don't even know who I am
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5. |
Virgin Swine
02:04
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No sex, No problem
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Electric Sheep
01:34
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I sit, I grin, and I stroke my chin
I think about all the little children
I can't close my eyes
and I can't get in your thighs
I am an electric man
I have electric hands
I am a machine
I have electric dreams
Electric dreams of electric sheep
Baby, I'm an electric creep
I don't have real friends
Or a God to believe in
I was born dead
Computer parts in my head
I got no bones I got no skin
I got a heart, but it's made of tin
I am a machine
I have electric dreams
Electric dreams of electric sheep
Baby, I'm an electric creep
And when I lay awake at night
I wonder what it feels like
to be
A real fucking boy
I got no dad, I got no mom
I got no place to call my home
I'm not from earth, I'm not from space
I'm not from any place
Electric dreams of electric sheep
Baby, I'm an electric creep
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So you think your some kind of science experiment waiting for the drip?
Well guess what sir, I've got news for you: The sores are full of spit.
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8. |
Sangre de Cerdo
01:29
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9. |
Unchained Melody
03:14
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New Sweat
02:22
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When the kids get back from killing cats
We can all take a trip down to the tracks
Where we'll dine and we'll dine on the whores and the swine, and drink motor oil 'til we're pissing red wine
Somebody snap my spine back into place!
The priest stopped the chiropractor at the front gate
This man he knows his sins
And for his sins, he must pay.
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11. |
Under The Vomit
01:41
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Ten leagues under the vomit
I gotta come up for air
The breeze on crystal beach is toxic
The gulls are drunk on gin and tonic
And I can't breath under the vomit
We'll take all you mother fuckers
and all your little kids
And line you up with the protestants
And pump you all full of radiation
And then we can all be free again
Ten days after the bombs hit
My head really started to hurt
I can't stomach the spores in the water
And I'm still coughing up dirt
And I can't breathe under the vomit
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Estamos Jodidos
04:05
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Estamos Jodidos!
I like to spend my days by the side of the road
I keep my whiskey warm and my blood running cold
'Cause when I get to the end of that fucking road
There ain't nothing there but a big black hole
I like to spend my nights out under the stars
Riding in the back of a police car
Face all bloody, lungs full of char
It's just bad fucking karma
I want danger and I want fun
I wanna live my life out on the run
Not stuck out here on the 101
Going headfirst into that big black sun
Everybody is always telling me
What I gotta do to be free
But there's no freedom, just apathy
Oh, and bad fucking karma
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