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Theme Song
01:16
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The forest is breathing, its breath smells like smoke.
They've been plotting dark things, they're going to revolt.
They pull from the topsoil come crashing along, eating all your children. What did you do wrong?
You scream, "We need an Army that can get rid of trees. In our dire time of need we have to have peace."
Then we crash through the ceiling dressed entirely in green with our weapons of wisdom and our knowledgable seeds.
Trouble at the coffee house some young thugs run amok but we just kissed the heartbowl now we don't give no fucks. We'll throw them out politely, avoid the common wreck cause we always get nat 20s when we roll charisma checks.
Yeah, we always rock d20s. Some dumb punks think its funny. When they wave and flash their money we snatch it then we're running.
You scream, "That's not an Army it's a bushel of thieves!"
I assure you kind sir, we just kept the peace.
Now we'll celebrate with an enormous feast but our diet is strictly weed.
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2. |
Ric Fliehr
01:22
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Flip it, stick it, see you later BYE!
Booty so thick y'all make me wanna cry.
I could put it in your pussy but your booty is so juicy.
I think I want a smoothie cause my dick is dry.
Flip it, stick it, see you later PEACE!
I'ma stick my meat up in your butt crease.
Feel the heat of the skeet, brain stains on the sheets.
Get a plate of this eight. It's a regular dick feast.
Flip it, stick it, see you later BOOM!
Is there enough room up in your vagoon?
Got seven of my dudes eat your pussy like food then fuck you in the asshole. I'm tryin' to be rude.
Yo I found ya, I pound ya, I'm a pretty nice guy.
I get your shit dripping like a watermelon pie.
I hit it, I quit it and then I say, "PEACE!"
Yo, drop your number like your deceased!
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3. |
Tay Zonday
02:53
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Antique photos, one by one, go slipping out the frame as you stand there looking dumb and make them take the blame.
You have the perfect plan to change the course of man. I'm here to help it through. We're facing better times because of you. You played your part from the bottom of your heart. I see the futures looking fine because of your art, divine.
We all will follow you and I will too.
Whatever you want to do we too will do and I know it sounds lame because the way that I say, "I would love to do a duet with Tay Zonday."
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4. |
You vs. The Hospital
04:24
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Same monster, 13th floor. Same place you were before.
Ride up electric stairs. Split you off into pairs.
Romance you two by two.
Same story, happy ending. This time were not pretending.
My mouth feels like a whole and then I remembered it was one.
Same accident prone female. You perfect goddess, prevail.
Don't stop breathing for nothing.
Who's stronger, You or the Hospital?
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Paper Song
01:48
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The sickening sounds that come out of the mouths of the bludgeoning hounds every time that the circus of strangers come cradling mangers and help all the orphans inside...
Now the paper starts spreading the word of denial and the power plants ate it all up. Time did it's thing and soon they all forgot. The anniversary is coming up.
So follow the piper straight until you can't go anymore.
Crawl into mouse holes. Behold the frequently changing door. You can go anywhere as long as you're in eyeshot. Just keep on loving me cause in the end it's all that I've got.
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6. |
A Rock
01:40
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I found a rock in a poorly lit alley.
I kept it for a reason I was unaware of.
Perhaps it was a token of the place I made a name in.
A name that I'm sure still exists somewhere.
I heard a yell like alarm bells reminding me it's time.
I put the stone in my pocket.
It glowed and attracted the stares of these people with lives and backstories that I know nothing about; so why do they crowd around me?
I close my eyes and then I'm fine because I know it's time.
I burning the hair on my knuckles and thinking so hard about what comes next.
I'm pounding my face through the doorway and pronouncing a phrase you don't want to hear.
"I'm getting stronger"
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7. |
Walking Phoenix
01:22
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Prego babies paid yo lady.
Have my homey's ho please baby!
Hold this baggy! Hopeless babies!!
Oh my goodness gracious gravy!!
Why try? I don't want to die!
I want to smoke more blunts than some black guy and that's why I can't drive 55 unless I bring down the king of the lion's pride.
Oh shit!
It just won't quit!
You know that's straight cause I'm an addict!
Haven't you seen Adam Sandler panic in a panorama?
Frantic-tic-click click a camera pans on hands on pants off dammit!
Stranded in Atlanta with Gia and Captain Planet.
They handlin' lots of cannabis and this is really happening.
Slap on a sillier grin a fabric of high precision.
Where you been hooligan?
I'll never go to school again!
I'm to blew out to pretend that aint over.
That's the end.
p.s.
Just imagine if you can: a can of candid candied yams, a pan of pampered pastured ham served by some very hairy hands. Yay verily! Marriage on demand! Kick back and roast up a rack of lamb! They're plentiful! Grow on command! The future has some crrzy plans! Woo.
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You Cannibal
04:42
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It happens to be a harvest moon tonight and the predator is headed towards the line at the bookstore. He plunges his claws through your chest and your heart burst; tears out your neck while you idolize his blood thirst.
Have you lost your mind?
It happens to be a harvest moon tonight and society decides to be at the center of a travesty. They're ripped apart like tapestry draped over your window to keep out the sun. You're out of your mind, you cannibal.
Have you lost your mind?
It's hardly an accident. We lured you in like a fish. You flail like a failure you can't fight a sailor you wish. As I plunge the knife pressing into your intestines. The cerebral engine is what keeps me guessing the roundabout motives that skew your emotions until you're left groping for hope cause of broken friendship/esophagus. This isn't Los Angeles. Angels don't show up to any old invalid.
Have you lost your mind?
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9. |
We're So 50s
01:05
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We're so 50s
We're atomic
Got a box of photos
Look astonished
Its a death threat baby
Not a promise
Its the new thing sweetie
So get on it
Not a bee nor bird nor blooming bonnet can clear the window, I'm being honest, can make a hole fit for a giant, can put the words into a sonnet.
We're so 50s
We're so special
Golden gun and a license to kill
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10. |
Oyster
06:13
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I'm sorry but I don't feel comfortable ruining the lyrics any more out of respect for Christopher Belanger and The Millard Fillmore Collective.
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The Pineapple Army Michigan
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