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Crabman
03:32
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Too hung over for breakfast
Stuck in witness protection
And I only got two clean shirts
But I guess I'm glad that I am awake
Broke all the glass at the beer store
Made a mess on the walk-in fridge floor
Now all the forties are plastic
On The sidewalks all over the state
Hit your head on the slanted ceiling
You better just sit back down, please
What a life for a human being
You better just sit back down, please
you are a possible chair for a cat
It doesn't get better than that
It doesn't get better than that
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Space Heater
02:20
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You spilled bleach all over your shoes
You made them pink where they're supposed to be blue
Actually, you think they look pretty cool
But you don't find them that interesting
You must really want to be clean
The space heater is a warm t.v.
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3. |
Year Of The Raccoon
02:35
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You asked me in January
What do you want to be for Halloween
A baby bird in a nest full of laundry
I tell you I just want to be clean
Cleaning the trash heaps to the other side of the room
It's the year of the raccoon
Sleeping on a pile of six-pack rings
Steeping in a spicy jar of sweat
Death roll up a pile of bedsheets
Just to choke on a dusty cheeto bag
The croak of the old crow hangover, slightly out-of-tune
It's the year of the raccoon
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4. |
Little Man
02:34
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Here comes your little man
He is limping to the finish line
His prosthetic looks worse than you remember
His final stretch won't earn him a very good time
Are you still proud of him?
Sure seems like he's not gonna win
This one feels like it's only worth the silver
So will you tell him or
Let him keep thinking that this is his sport?
He can have a new dream if you rip the band-aid off right here
We'll take you to McDonald's if you take one for the team
As long as you're not losing, you'll have lots of self esteem
So try a different thing
Or at least stop trying this thing
Here comes your little man
Some asshole cuts the red tape, so you've got nothing to prove
At least you fucking finished, what do other people do
With two different-sized shoes
or a spine that's full of screws
That you left at your friend's house somewhere in Santa Cruz?
You've got nothing left to prove, and fuck it if you do
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You're a ghost
With no holes in your sheets
Flying blind to your meeting
At the holy station
The sun explodes
And you're still wearing your jeans
The earth is on fire
And you're afraid to be naked
And you're drinking 'cause you're bored
And you're addicted to you bed
You went out last night
'Cause you didn't want to deal with this mess
And you were going too fast
Now you're hurtling through space, eternally
In your bedroom
Oh well
A sweatier, clothes-that-you-slept-in version of hell
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Shotgun King
02:13
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You are the Shotgun King
and you are trying to grow yourself a ~mustache~
You'll never find your queen
If you keep on having Rainier-breath
You spilled your whole whiskey and coke
down your shirt
And now you're trying to wait in line for the ~bathroom~
no one can save you now
you didn't drink enough water, did you?
You are the Shotgun King
And we are so
Proud of you for trying to hold you ~cognac~
You made your rounds tonight
Now you're crying and we're holding your hair back
Oh hell yes, my dude
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7. |
Electron
03:35
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I am one of a million sons
floating trough space like tiny specks of dust
A particle accelerates his ass into an electron
And it makes him a better one, but he's nervous because
It's hard to remember how to cope
When you like something better than being alone
And the patterns that you used to live in
Have come undone
Patiently waiting with in it
Pretending you don't know anyone
Waiting for four more hours is better than
Comprehensive muscular atrophy
And being an actual human will come in handy, you'll see
I am a million
suns that are particles in the vast expanse of space
And I can't breathe here
So I'm syphoning the oxygen straight from my brain
And I'm shaking heavily
Perhaps it's more like vibrating or something
And I can't sleep
so I'll lay awake and think about how great things could be
I am a million
bees in a beehive or blood cells in an artery
And I am a mountain
It's dusty up here and it's giving me allergies
And it's hard to remember who you are
When you thought you were doing well, but apparently you aren't
And the patterns that you used to live in
Have come undone
Patiently waiting with in it
Pretending you don't know anyone
Waiting for four more hours is better than
Comprehensive muscular atrophy
And being an actual human
A literal, factual human
you can do it
thanks
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