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The Opening Band
01:29
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We are the opening band
You don’t know if we’re good or bad
We are the opening band
We come before all the other bands
We are the opening band
We are feeling very nervous
You might want to get a coffee
But we don’t want you to get a coffee
‘Cuz if you go get a coffee
then you’ll miss the opening band
We are the opening band
You still don’t know if we’re good or bad
We are the opening band
This is not our actual drummer
We are the opening band
And you don’t know
But we’re still the opening band
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2. |
Kick Me In
02:03
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Nothing’s ever gonna penetrate the force field now
Nothing’s ever gonna change me
Nothing’s ever gonna pry me from my pivot foot
It’s filled with nails and made with wood
And woe to those who, stuck behind me, straggle slow
They brim with slurs and incantations
Spells to speed my limp along the avenue
They are witches, those surrounding you
I need a lot of sleep tonight
But lover’s legs are spread so wide
And if the rest of me were way outside
Then none of me would compromise
Nothing’s ever gonna hit the skull so hard it gives
Though killers rattle at my doorstep
And, uninvited, stumble in and raid the fridge
They are bastards, they are growing thick
And woe to those with tubes to steal the fat from them
Their glands repel the surest efforts
But let’s not fail for lack of trying
Remember, we are virile men
And prone to jabbing
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3. |
She's Dreamy
03:29
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The air is stiff on me, it slows me down
Like bricks against the little man
We move like we’re underwater
The way you are really fucks me up
You’ve got a finger in my brain
It moves like it’s underwater
In blood like your initials
So everyone knows it’s you
And you’re pressing down on the part
In charge of whether I mind
That you’re pressing down on the part
In charge of whether I mind
You are
Who you
You what
Why you what
You are
Are you
Who why
What are you?
Are you what?
The trouble with you is you’re paranoid
And everyone says so
We talk about it after work
When we all hang out
The trouble with you is you’r e made of snot
And you want the world to think you’re not
But I’m onto you
And what’s the point of being solid
If everyone can move right through?
Got a boot stuck in your abdomen
It ain’t fair, it ain’t fair
Got a piece of your head stuck in my hair
It ain’t fair, it ain’t fair
And I’m crapped out on the couch, half sleeping
Half wiping your feet up off my feet
Wondering if I’ll stick you back together
Wondering if I’ll flick you across the room
‘Cuz you were in my position
You’d roll me up into a little ball
And balanced on your finger,
Sure off one side to fall
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Waiting
01:26
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And I’m waiting for you, girl
And I’m waiting for you
Come out tonight
She said, and I’m waiting for you, boy
I’m waiting for you
Come out tonight
I’m waiting for you girl
I’m waiting for something
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5. |
Born Ugly
01:45
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6. |
Mouthful
01:34
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With her tongue in my mouth
She did say to me
‘How you doing? How’s the band?’
And I just could not understand
With her tongue in my ear
She did say to me
‘How you doing? How’s the band?’
And I just could not understand
Our love is like water
That collects on the side of the street
The worms of my translation
Come gurgling up at my feet
With her tongue in my eye
She did say to me
‘How you doing? How’s the band?’
And I just could not understand
With her tongue in my ass
She did say to me
‘How you doing? How’s the band?’
And I just could not understand
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7. |
Cat With A Man's Feet
00:36
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He was a cat with a man’s feet
And that cat with a man’s feet was me
He was a mammal, but everyone called him a fish
And that mammal who everyone called a fish was me
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Drive a truck over my head
I don’t care
Just don’t pull over
When the cops turn on their lights
To search the tires for something I thought
Go straight through the night
Keep your brain packed tight
Inside your skull if that’s what you want
Just don’t lose your face
Lest the wind rip out your cerebellum
And leave you sitting there
To contemplate your shoes
And these No Motor Control Blues
And isn’t thinking great?
If I tricked my shoulders
Into being the very top of my body
Would you be disappointed?
Would you hold it against me
And take back what you said
About me being right
That brains aren’t out of sight
‘Cuz when you take them out you can see them
And they never look quite right
‘Cuz if you were gray and veiny
I wouldn’t talk to you
I’d poke you with a stick
To see if you could move
To find out if you were smooth
And isn’t thinking great?
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9. |
Headhunting
02:23
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Asses clenched in the saddle, Pedro
Eye the plains for the next smoke signal
Ponies bear tomahawk and arrow
Weigh us down
Half-dead and sallow
Camouflaged, we are fart and rumor
Omnipresent yet void of figure
Let them aim at our sense of humor
Enemies blow the ramparts over
Slow, heaving steeds will go
Into the night of innard flow
It breaks my heart to see her
Lounging in pots of secret broth
It skins my knees to break her heart
But perhaps she’s poisonous after all
Compatriots, now the grim and slaughtered
Hunkered low, we pass under cover
Fancy in slo-mo, we’re hard mothers
Unloading infrared beams on her
In vain we brace the bow
Headhunters inching toward out throats
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Bruised
01:53
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You leave a little suicide on my lips
You’re pretty groovy
If I can just keep my shit together
Will you stick around and use me?
My secrets aren’t as fancy as yours
But they keep me up at night
I wanna be a clown for dead children
And drunk all the time
With one good lung pumping hard
You run the rim like a race car driver
You’re a flash of leaking diesel
Sometimes you tilt right over the side
Sometimes I wish you’d lose your balance
Spill headlong into wheelchairs and neck braces
Invalid, tiptoe through comas on two broken feet
And limp to me through the morphine
And tell me it’s cool to peel under your bandages
I like you bruised
Put your purple arm around me now
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11. |
A Little Numb
00:40
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12. |
Vampire Dreams
01:18
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I’m in love with you
Are you fine with that
Do you want me to
It’s the least that I can do
And I’m better than
All of the other boys
I’m a lot of fun
I’m a half-eaten Canadian
We should spend some time just me and you
And talk about the things we might talk about
Sleep all day like vampires filled with blood
Dreaming the daylight away, so babe
Put your big teeth on
Show me a smile
You’re beautiful when you’re gone
But I like you here
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13. |
Lookin' For A Fight
01:42
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Well, I didn’t come here lookin’ for a fight
But a fight, you’re gonna get it
‘Cuz I kick it from Connecticut
And I want to
Gonna crack some skulls wide open
On my manhood now
And you didn’t come here lookin’ to be dead
But you’re lookin’ at my girl
And I just hate it when you look at my girl
Gonna crack some skulls wide open
On my manhood now
Gonna bite, gonna slap
Gonna fuck you up
Keep it creamy
She’s so dreamy
Got a head
Keep it creamy
She’s all skull and spleen-y
Got a head
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15. |
I'm Automatic!
01:46
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Summer’s all boring
That’s what I think now
I’m sweaty and angsty
There’s nothing on TV
There’s no one around
There’s no soul mate that I’ve found
The ennui’s got me down
Got a summer job downtown
But nobody knows it
How dirty the clothes get
How greasy the hair falls
Over my eyeballs
So I don’t see that I’m
Not eating vegetables
And deterioration’s
My only salvation
But sometimes you’ve just gotta say fuck it
When you’re too wired to sleep
And you’re too tired to function
And sometimes there’s just no other option
So take it to the bedroom
After work in the afternoon
There’s no need to think
I am automatic
I can picture a girl I knew in college
It’s a naked mirage, it’s a saucy montage
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16. |
Lovin' Fist
01:54
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<intentional gibberish>
Sometimes she puts her fist inside me
Sometimes she says that she don’t know me
Her expressions are so dramatic
You would not believe it
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17. |
Intestine Pete
02:10
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I’m a worm in my baby’s digestive tract
She gets oh so sick with my love
And consequently she vomits a lot
Don’t why I love you like I do
I’m one symbiosis-whipped motherfucker
And I’m hung up over you
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