1. |
Hospital Trip
01:09
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I fucking hate waking up alone
I fucking hate being cold as stone
I fucking hate being with people
I fucking hate dealing with people
Hospital trip, Hospital trip, Drink myself to a hospital trip
I fucking love myself dying
I fucking love people dying
I fucking love drinking bourbon
I fucking love my life burning
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Blind, Deaf, Mute
02:35
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See nothing, hear nothing, don't wanna shout
Can't even figure what we're talking about
I just smile and nod and pretend I'm engaging
By the time we finish talking won't know what I've been saying
It's all my fault I can't keep up
Maybe you should write your grievance down
I'm really kind of like a shrink
Let me reaffirm what it is you think
I'm a blind, deaf, mute
I'm a porcelain monkey
I sit on your mantle
Making others feel funky
I know you really need
Somebody who believes,
But I am such a God damn fucking skeptic it just can't be me
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3. |
Pure Pissed
00:54
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I'm fucking done, no longer exist
A fucking gun is in my fist.
You'd better run, you all know why.
It's cause I'm pure fucking pissed.
Wash down the prozak
With a fifth of bourbon.
Waiting for the blowback.
Up comes the fucking curtain.
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4. |
Back Alley Face Fuck
01:31
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Sitting at The Cabin and I'm ready to sin
So open up wide and let me in
My pants are down, my heart starts racing
You're on your knees it's my cock you're facing
It's a back alley face fuck.
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5. |
Filthy Thrill
01:23
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Porn is good; porn is great
Feels so good to masturbate
Picturing me with Christy Mack
I wanted to kill, but now I wanna jack off.
I'd never rape, I'd never kill. Dedicated to my filthy thrill.
Every stroke is better than a toke
No disease without a poke
Watching nuns do naughty things
Covering themselves in silly strings
Of cum to the face.
I'd never rape, I'd never kill. Dedicated to my filthy thrill.
When all is said and though and done
Watch TV just for fun
The host has got me all hot and bothered
Maury Povich; please say I'm the father!
I'd never rape, I'd never kill. Dedicated to my filthy thrill.
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6. |
Matter Of The Heart
01:12
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It's not my fucking fault
That shit's too fucking harsh.
I used it many times before
But to say I killed is too harsh.
I brought her to the hospital
I proved to her I cared.
She was one in a million
But she shouldn't have been blonde haired.
Too much chloroform.
Please don't blow this up
Let's keep this under wraps
Please stay out of the media and don't fall in their traps.
If it's money that you want
Take all that you want
I know this all seems callus
But this is what you want
Please no media
Blow this up, blow this up
Drag this out for years
Blow this up, blow this up
Prey on all your fears
Blow this up, blow this up
Higher than Hiroshima
Blow this up, blow this up
You know you fucking need to.
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7. |
Dear Whiskey
02:20
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Gossip
01:05
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I can't stand reality anymore
Everybody's so full of shit anymore
I hear the words that people say;
That I'm a bitch that I am gay.
So what?
Nobody gives a shit, but I know I can deal with it.
It's up to me to nullify the bullshit you project.
So who fucking cares?
This is all just bullshit anyway.
Fuck your peers and fuck what they say.
If you were a child molester,
They wouldn't even care enough to start fucking asking questions.
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9. |
We Are Idiots
00:24
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Hypocrisy; stupidity from BC past infinity;
From so called words of Jesus Christ to G.G. and the Antichrist.
Violence and stupidity reign supreme.
Using love to take a life; darkening dreams.
You're so full of shit, but fail to realize:
You're everything I claim to hate; what I despise.
I am no exception.
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10. |
Snorting Blood
01:41
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Railing snow, let's snort some blow.
Feel the rush; when coke is crushed.
This whole town is upside down.
I don't know what's going on.
I don't know how to hold on.
Give my money to drug cartels.
Home is not where violence dwells.
Cut kid's heads off; kick 'em around.
Kidnap girls from American towns;
I don't care. Let's have some fun.
Cut some lines out in the sun.
Feel the punch for half an hour;
Behind the border's where I cower.
Snorting screams and bloody showers.
Snorting blood.
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