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Dread In Front
01:22
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DREAD IN FRONT
People often change
Like Walter what’s his name
But the song remains the stain
Like “No One Is To Blame”
All I ever wanted was to lay down and die
People sometimes feign
Indifference to “The Game”
But the song remains the stain
Like Queen and Bowie’s “Fame”
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The Golden Rule
01:47
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THE GOLDEN RULE
We like to stay inside and be real cool
We like to stay inside and nap and drool
We like to follow the golden rule
Don't look at me and I won't look at you
Don’t look at me and I won’t look at you
Don't touch me and I won't touch you
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3. |
Faces
02:21
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FACES
Your brain makes faces out of random patterns
But you don't see the faces in the street
That connects you to your lunchmeat
You seen the virgin mary in a grilled cheese sammich
But you don't see the faces in the web
As they fall silent into a suicide net
Or get stalked by a death squad
So you can drive a hot rod
And vacation in Cape Cod
Listen to the word of God on your iPod
Yeh you don't see the faces
Of the invisible cases
But you sure as shit see the face of christ in a potato chip
You argue the logic
But the kid who made your shoes has got colic
Maybe it's just genetic
Maybe it's your own filth that makes you so pathetic
And greedy
And needy
You got a Hefty bag full of your bullshit fucking feelings
To dump out on your analyst's couch
While a Honduran at the border has her children taken by government agents
And given to a White couple at your church
And you don't see their faces
No you don't see their faces
But you see a man in the moon
And he is sure as shit smiling down on you
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SHIT’S GOING DOWN AROUND ME
Shit’s going down around me
But I’m not going down on you
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I DON’T WANNA COME OVER 2 YR HOUSE
You got moon pies and RC
While a bassist named D'arcy
Plays “A Taste of Cindy”
Outside of your RV
You got shirts with paisley
That you bought from Old Navy
And a kick that's satori
singing “Now I Got Worry”
But you got no Atari
And that weed u got is sorry
I don’t want to come over to your house
Your sister makes me
Throw up in my mouth
Your dad sucks
I think he's a Nazi
Even tho I'm tempted
By moon pies and RC
I don’t wanna come over to your house
You got peanut butter and celery
You got the Nat Geos with the titties
An extra kidney and “The Matrix” on DVD
But you got no Atari
And that weed you got is sorry
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6. |
Wake Up & Rage
03:20
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WAKE UP & RAGE
I start on Old Rasputins on my commute in
I switch to Tito’s vodka round a quarter til ten
three scotch and sodas
on my lunch break
I get back to work and Lord I am tanked
I keep on sippin’, black out around four
Grab a temp’s ass and throw up in her purse
All I wanna do is
Wake up and rage
Drink from the morning to the afternoon
And when the evening comes
Well I drink then too
It gets to be midnight
You think I have a disorder?
Cuz I wake up face down in the bathroom of a Wataburger
They say if I keep this up I'll wind up on the streets
But I'm not too worries cuz the homeless still drink
I wake up and rage
Chunking empties out the window of my Chevy Mustang
I wake up and rage
Make it home crack one open
then I shower and shave
And I start my day
Am I proud of what I am?
Well probably not
I sed sorry to the temp
But Lord she was hot
There was talk of rehab
In a meeting with HR
So I left four hours early
Headed straight to the bar
YOU A FREEEEEEEAAAAKKKKKK!!!!!
All I wanna do is
Wake up and rage
Drink all day and get kicked out
Of Al Biernat's
All I wanna do is
Wake up and rage
Drink all night and
Get laid behind the Hideaway
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7. |
Talking In Squares
02:26
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TALKING IN SQUARES
She lived in her doped out domain
Where the conversation was so deranged
And it always ended exactly the same
Where she'd hit me up for money
And then call me a name
And we were talking and talking and talking
We were talking in circles and talking in squares
And ya know frankly the conversation never went anywhere
And we were talking and talking and talking
And we were yelling and cussing
And fussing with each other
And finally i was like
I don't need this from my mother
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8. |
Autobop
01:59
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AUTOBOP
There are seven heavens
And only one abyss
And I’m dropping loads
Yeh I'm taking a piss
Then maybe drink me some water
And turn on the tunes, listen to dishwalla
If all you want to is get high and fuck
Then please join me in living the dream
Autobop
Put your spit on my T-gland
2021 and I’m fearing the sun
I hope I don’t freak out and attack someone
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9. |
Courtesy Flush
02:47
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COURTESY FLUSH
Prime directive of a lifeform
Is to propagate the species
But what happens when it all becomes
A gross mess of feces?
7 billion little turds
And Mother Nature has a toilet
When she goes to flush
We'll all be in for it
Humans are in the toilet
And Nature must courtesy flush
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(I THINK I WANNA HAVE A) MELTDOWN
I think I wanna have a meltdown
Been brought to the brink
And i fell to the ground
5 million feet
And i i wanna another round
I think i wanna have a meltdown
I think I wanna have a meltdown
Seen dreams in the sink
But I stood my ground
5 million feet
And I’m gonna split town
I think i wanna have a meltdown
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11. |
Spider-God
01:47
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SPIDER-GOD
How to exist
In a society like this?
Maybe like a Marxist
And not some fascist piece of shit
Jiving on a Saturday nite
Yr a spider god with eight knives
Yr hair is looking right
Yr a sex machine with infinite lives
Yr a sex machine with infinite eyes
And not some ignorant piece of shit
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12. |
Night Weed
01:08
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NIGHT WEED
Im smoking night weed
I'm feeling quite rightly
I’m ending my day trip
So pass me that good shit
I'm smoking that night weed
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13. |
Freak Country
02:02
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FREAK COUNTRY
I’m wearing a poncho
And I’m feeling macho
I’ve got my hair in a snood
And I’m playing pocket pool
You know I’m upset
Wearing Spanx from CVS
It’s a free country, it’s a freak country
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14. |
3.2
04:48
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THREE POINT TWO
I’ve been thinking I want to dust off this web of nostalgia
we've trapped ourselves in, here in this 21st century
I’ve been thinking I want to break free from the artifice, you know what I mean?
I mean there’s extreme noise and there’s total silence
There’s cacophonous melody and there’s one monotone note played over and over
There’s the sound of a typewriter
“This zone is for loading and unloading only”
And everything in between
And It's all been done before
And what makes me think that I'm the man for this moment?
What makes me think I can break free from the shackles of what has come before?
I have no musical training, and no talent save for, perhaps, an instinct
For the obnoxious
It's hard to come up with something original
With all this noise and no signal
It's hard to create something new
When all your beer is 3.2
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SPREAD MY ASHES ACROSS TEXAS
Hope you will be with me
Till I am dead and baby
Don’t forget to save some money
To pay for my cremation
Spread my ashes across Texas
From Dallas down to Nacogdoches
From Austin to Amarillo
From Houston to Corpus Christi
From Denton west to Archer City
From Odessa south to San Antonio
From Fort Bliss out to Abilene, yeah
From Farmers Branch down to Waco
From Fort Worth to Terlingua
From Marfa to Beaumont
From Longview out to Round Rock
From Wichita Falls to College Station
From Tyler to Earth and Galvaston, yeah
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16. |
Shitfaced
00:50
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SHITFACED
We can hang out at my place
I can show you my Myspace
I ain’t being no headcase
I just want to get shitfaced
I just want to get shitfaced
I don't want to be replaced
You can debate class and race
But i just want to get shitfaced
Fall down black out drunk
Shitfaced
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THE SONG REMAINS THE STAIN
What's the greatest lyric that you ever heard?
Was it Bob Dylan, Joni Mitchell, or the Byrds?
I tell you my favorite
The words like honey
It’s "me and the crew, we're drinking brass monkey"
What's the best chorus that you ever heard?
“I Wanna Know What Love Is”
Me and the crew were drinking brass monkey
And I wanna know what love is
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Legendary Virgin
02:06
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LEGENDARY VIRGIN
Some live their bliss
Some drink their own piss
I got a kiss from an apocalypse
I shoot first
Revenge beyond reason
Latent hetero in a mid-life crisis
Rock to acid house down on St. Thomas
Legendary virgin
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19. |
I'm Lying In Pain
02:22
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I’M LYING IN PAIN
Let me tell you something
My butt is the answer
Rhythm of a dancer
I'm lying in pain
I'm not deranged
You think i'm insane
I hope things will change
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20. |
A Type of Lover
00:59
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A TYPE OF LOVER
There's a type of lover
Who you meet under the cover
Of the night so no one sees you
And you know that she can please you
So you hope you don't get me too’d
Cuz she's wearing something see through
Watching DVDs of “Hey Dude”
She got XTC and Quaaludes
And she's ready to rock
Yeh you’re ready go roll
Return to that dark night
After you blow your load
Yeh you're ready to rock
And she's ready to roll
Call you the caped crusader
Cuz you Supermanned that ho
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21. |
Haunted Universe
01:38
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HAUNTED UNIVERSE
Implanted memories
A digitized destiny
An epic epistle
Fermented gristle
To the Galactic Galatians
It never reached ‘em
Lost in a stream
Sacs filled with neurotransmitters
And digestive chemicals
Zoom in to see the largest structures
In the known universe
And take a hard look, baby
Cuz these haunted monsters
Are made for you and me
Lost in a stream
Sacs filled with pus and mucous
Haunted by the letters
Marked return to sender
By an ancient mail carrier
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22. |
Gang of Thieves
01:04
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GANG OF THIEVES
When i was sixteen
I loved the anarchy symbol
I didn't know when it meant
But i thought it looked cool
Now twenty-eight years later
I know it's malarky
But i still think we should
Abolish private property
Eat the rich
And starve the police
The fed is nothing but a gang of thieves
Some say these things will never change
But that is why they invented guillotines
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23. |
Cool Kid Mummy
03:01
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Cool Kid Mummy
Egyptian prince
He ain't faking it
He's got all the cool piercings and tats
He was lying cross armed
In a sarcophagus
He emerged from a forgotten necropolis
He's got all the facts
And he's got my back
He's a cool kid mummy
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24. |
Cataclysmic Conclusion
04:01
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CATACLYSMIC CONCLUSION
I'm an ordinary guy
With ordinary needs
Someone to squeeze and cook and clean
And maybe watch a screen with
You're an ordinary gal
Hope you don't expect much
From me or life or God
Just keep that awesome bod
We are ordinary folk
Life ain't nothin but a joke
In the clutch we choked
Find us hanging from a rope
We are ordinary folk
Life ain't nothin but a joke
Both our hands we fold
Find us dreamless and old
We got an ordinary kid
Who does ordinary things
Jimmy brought a gun to school
He recites the golden rule
We live in ordinary times
We pray to God and whine
Take pills and do lines
I'm sure it will all work out fine
Or come to some cataclysmic conclusion
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25. |
Hey Buddy
02:27
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HEY BUDDY
I can't sing, that's nothing new
But it breaks my heart when I start to croon
And all you do is frown, and say
“Hey buddy, can you turn it down?”
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26. |
Thank All Of You
01:32
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THANK ALL OF YOU
I have friends who are actual musicians
Yeh, they can really shred
My sister has a beautiful voice
But it's me you hear from
My wife is so much smarter than me
Our elders and all the kids are so much wiser
But it's me you hear from
But most of you aren't listening anyway
The few who do
Well thank all of you
And I'm sorry you don't got nothing better to do
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27. |
Abandon All Dope
07:35
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ABANDON ALL DOPE
You’re lyying in bed, fucking with your phone
With the eyes of Uncle Joe upon you
You hear the drones overhead collating data,
You were born clutching a blood clot during Katrina
You’re going to get out of here, you say to yourself
You gotta get outta here, you think to yourself
But there is no place left to go
Futureboy fall asleep, Frasier episode
Cats will cry by the food bowl
Hey hey hey, whoa whoa whoa now, Futureboy
You don’t know if it’s dark or light outside
The blinds closed, you say hello to a ghost in the room
The cats come in and scratch at your skin,
Both of their lives are dependent upon you
They’re shedding and shitting all over the place
Maybe they’d be better off somewhere else
You’re a body in the city, and you’re camouflaged in concrete
You lose yourself in a crowd, and you lose your dreams when you wake up
You walk around the mall in sweatpants, and nobody cares
Nobody wants to know you
You’re a friend to no one
An old woman looks away
You look into the Zale’s glass window, and see your distorted face
Now the books of the Bible are sure hard to read
And so is Robert Ludlum and The Lord of the Rings
You’re in a reefer haze, on a thirty month high
As sirens and tires squeal up the street
You kick cat litter with your feet
And you jerk off to “Pete and Pete”
Yeh the murderman is coming for us, each and everyone
And the lawman is the same, only dressed in uniform
Shotguns and machetes, nerve gas, nowhere to hide
There’s a structure fire down the street and a pistol in your back pocket
A suburban business owner pinned to his liquor store sign
Sooner or later, the feds will have to step in
The world outside, you try to ignore
A woman gave birth to an eight armed baby and you changed the channel
But the priest keeps a picture of your son
And you know what you have to do
There’s a pack of kids in the backyard at night
Laughing and whispering at your window
“Hey Futureboy, all we want is to come inside”
Hey Futureboy, turn off the TV and hide
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Metal Postcard Records is an independent record label based back in Sydney and influenced by the likes of Fast Records /
Factory / Postcard / Island / Stiff and Bill Drummund's wonderful Zoo records
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