1. |
I'm From Boston
02:09
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I don't give a fuck who you are
Blasting Anal Cunt in my car
Fuck you, I'm from Boston
Fuck you in the ass
And I refuse to pay for my gas
I just wanna go fast
I like when people think that I'm rude
I beat up everyone, chicks and dudes
Fuck you, I'm from Boston
Fuck you in the ass
You might think that I'm mean and I'm fat
But I think you're a fag
And I'll kill all your family and friends
If you dare to suggest my favorite sportsball team is even slightly overrated
(I'm from Boston, I'm from Boston)
I can't fuckin' read and, baby, I'm fuckin' proud
This shit called human progress, you know I'm fin'na live without
I've got my diet root beer and my chowder and T.V.
I don't need you other cities, I don't need fuckin' anything
So the rest of it can burn
Let it fuckin' burn
Let it fuckin' burn
Let it fuckin' burn
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2. |
Brand New Car
02:13
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I remember that night
I said I'm losing the fight
And you told me that I wasn't doomed
Well I guess you were right
Cause I'm doing alright
But what happened to you?
I remember that day
When I heard Shakey say
They found your car but not you
A beer run gone bad
For your next 30 rack
Left your engine in two
We all thought you had died
No one could have survived
We waited for the John Doe report
But it never came
A month later you rang
And asked if I wanted to go to the record store
Brand new car but same old song
I could tell something was wrong
There was something gone from your eyes
Your brother had died
And with him, your fight
I hope wherever you went, you're doing fine
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3. |
Tons O' Guns O' Fun
02:10
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I'm tired of pretending
That we're not in need of mending
That those in charge will not be barged
Into submission, listen, it's the
Pride before the fall
The tribe, they heed the call
We savor it, the flavor, it
Tastes amazing and I'm waging
This is the tide of a promising tomorrow
I know that's what our parents thought
And their's before and their's galore
But how we've come together sports a tactic never borrowed
Our presence sets a precedent
For pressuring the president
And damn it, while the riots happen
We won't just be weildin' weapons
We'll be memin' up a motherfuckin' storm
Pirates, join me
Man the blasted cannons, will ye?
Blow away the paper trails of Information Age
Sound the horn to reign in Judgement Day
We're prepped to break the law
We're glad to stomp a cop
It's pack mentality, you see
And Jack, our pack will out-attack
The shitting likes of you
Ye cunts in black and blue
You had your chance to skip the dance
So now, ka-pow, you're on the ground
This is the dawn of a new civilization
Forged from the blood, of course
Of corpses from the piggy corps
Rupture the arterial flow of corporations
Light your farts and torch the marts
Then steal their carts, it's shopping smart
And damn it, while the riots happen
We won't just be doin' nothin'
We'll be stirrin' up a fuckin' hurricane
Rebels, join me
Sing along and do an ollie
Put the arguments aside and let's burn down a church
Stick society everywhere it hurts
<instrumental>
We're not afraid to die
Go ahead and take our lives
We'll take your peace and comfort with us
Your gods won't protect you from what's coming
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4. |
Periodontitis
02:31
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Battling depression turns into battling periodontitis
And periodontitis turns into avoiding the dentist
And avoiding the dentist turns into closing your eyes in the mirror
Because my reflection turns into everything that I fear
And now my teeth are bleeding
And my gum line is receding
And I don't care
Because as long as I don't look in the mirror
My teeth are still there
And Freud says my cigarette turns into my lust for a cock
But I'm pretty sure it turns into an hour gone from my clock
And watching the clock turns into existential dread
Cause wondering whats left turns into wondering why I'm not dead
And my lungs are dissolving
And my arteries are clogging
And I don't care
Because as long as I don't take my pulse
My heartbeat's still there
And wanting to be alone turns into being lonely
And trying to go out turns into anxiety
And asking for help turns into not knowing what to say
And ignoring it all for one day turns into every fucking day
And now I think I'm drowning
Blood in my ears is pounding
And I can't care
Because when I look in the mirror
I'm met with a vacant stare
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5. |
Laying in My Bed
02:27
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originally by Species Unknown
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6. |
Sleep Deprivation
02:16
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I keep a plastic baggy in my closet for when I'm feeling lonely
Or tired, angry, sad, or confused
Or even on those rare days when I feel happy
I make sure to get my refill every time it's been used
It's with me till the end
It's my only friend who's got my back, no questions asked
I know I'll be alright as long as it lasts
Long enough to get me through the day till I crash
It's got a special way of talking to the ladies
It helps me realize I'm not going crazy
My friends are out to get me, I knew it from the start
They've implanted a tracker in my beating heart
And I don't feel ok
Same as yesterday
Or was that today?
It feels all the same
Days all run together in a sleep deprived brain
I haven't brushed my teeth in a month or more
It doesn't like it when I clean them, it's such a chore
I don't really mind, It's not like I eat much anyways
Just a pack of cigarettes and a can of taurine for the day
I seem to have left my heart back in 2010
Thinking back it's hard to figure out when
Was the last time I laughed so hard that I cried
I think this plastic baggy will be with me till I die
And I don't feel ok
Same as yesterday
Or was that today?
It feels all the same
Days all run together in a sleep deprived brain
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Thank you, China, thank you for the virus
I know it's inconvenienced a whole lot of people
But me, I'm thankful
I can stay home, indulging in silence
And I no longer have to get up in the morning
More sleeping for me
And since I, like so many, ain't working
I can leech from the gov'ment a half-decent wage
Doing dick all day
I hope that we never go back (hope we never go back)
I'll take this over the old way (old way)
'Cuz 7 A.M. sure got under my skin
Waking up bright and early is gay
And I''m happy to not deal with people
And having to pretend anyone's even there
When I just don't care
And a cure, I hope we never find it
I hope this keeps on going 'til the old all drop dead
While I laze in bed
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8. |
I'm a Lispy Motherfucker
01:09
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I'm a lispy motherfucker
Yes, I know it's true
If you feel the need to point it out
All I gotta say is fuck you
I know I can't say my s's
No, I didn't go to speech
And the next asshole to bring it up
Better be outside my reach
Why would you think, I'm not aware of it?
(He's got a motherfucking lisp)
You're not helping by informing me, you're just a piece of shit
(If you point it out, you're a piece of shit)
This song isn't well written, I kinda just shit it out
(He's got a motherfucking lisp)
Just to let you know that I know, in case you had any doubt
(Liiiiiiiiiiiiiisp)
There's not much else to say so whatever, I guess
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9. |
Underneath Your Head
07:11
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My dearest true
From the blackest blue
Do I pen this tune in the dark
Darling, I recall
In the Fijian fall
You were fair, I was tall, so we marked
Then we got to talk
On the ocean dock
And you said, "Please walk with me"
Now when I said, "I will"
I did not think ill
Nor that I'd be killed by thee
Yeah, sure, I indulged some in crime
Oh, we plundered and we stole, crew and I
But you told me that you didn't mind
Just so long as our hearts intertwined
I said true that our love would be strong
But you never believed, all along
And you thought I ran off with some whore
So you sent for the guards out of scorn
And they found my years of theft
All the treasure that I took and the trust that we'd kept
You destroyed it all
In a jealous curtain call
And left me to take the fall
Have you got gall! Have you got balls!
I brace my lips, you betray my neck
Now I'm lying with the dead
May the blood-sun shine into endless time
And that perished day we'd wed
And your deadly lies will be spread on high
'Mongst my friends in the sea, they'll be said
And the day you die, we'll unite by knife
And I'll take what's mine 'neath your head
<instrumental>
I'll get back at you someday
For some crime, you'll take the blame
There'll be hell to pay
No, you won't be hanged
Yeah, the guards will decapitate
And what's left of your head
I shall take to my bed
And beat off into your brains
And whatever's left
Underneath your neck
I shall take and repeat the same
I brace my lips, you betray my neck
Now I'm lying with the dead
May the blood-sun shine into endless time
And that perished day we'd wed
And your deadly lies will be spread on high
'Mongst my friends in the sea, they'll be said
And we'll all take turns at your ghost innards
For eternity, my pet
And the day you die, we'll unite by knife
And I'll take what's mine 'neath your head
And the day you die, we'll unite by knife
And I'll take what's mine 'neath your head
'Neath your head
'Neath your head
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10. |
Wasted Life
02:42
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look it up
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Big Depression Anime Girls
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