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When life is insane Ja will pravide
When life throws ya lemons make liminade wit Jee-zis
For, at the end of the day we all gotta die
best keep Buddha on your side and the Dahli lama
The boss-man’s got ya down Mo-hah-med’s got ya back
so git that voodoo in your boots meet the Crisco-Ka-ball-ah
But it’s heads or tales for the polar bears
May Lady Luck grace your kind wid a cold Coca-Karma
Holly-lou-yuh el presidente divine
Holly-lou-yuh el presidente divine
Holly-lou-yuh el presidente divine
Holly-lou-yuh el presidente divine
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Lil Ol Me
02:43
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Well, I digress confessin sin
of what I done now I’m done in
Yeah, my compass heads west always towards you
I’m lookin’ forward to makin’ it through
And I suppose I’ll compose myself
be everything to everybody else
My compass heads heads west always towards you
I’m lookin’ forward to makin’ it through
Now I insist it’s coincidence
this black and blue in my defense
But my compass heads west always towards you
I’m lookin’ forward to makin’ it through
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Redneck french kiss, porta-john handjob
bless your grandma and your sister, too
Do-si-do six toe, slide-step sideshow
petrol fumes, cartoons and racoons
The time is right I wanna make e pluribus unum with you
Drunk drive, black eye 7-elev pit-stop
Feel her up and your pickup, too
Round n’ round hog tie, hardup barn crowd
Motor-stalls, cat calls and blue balls
The time is right I wanna make e pluribus unum with you
Drunk drive, black eye 7-elev pit-stop
Feel her up and your pickup, too
Round n’ round hog tie, hardup barn crowd
Motor-stalls, cat calls and blue balls
The time is right I wanna make e pluribus unum with you
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the Ripoff Song
03:10
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Last night I dreamed, I dreamed of you
and in my dreams my dreams came true
You rip off your blouse, rip off your boots
I ripped off this song and I sing it for you
What’s the matter with me? What’s the matter with you?
Needle in my eye and a lame excuse
What’s the matter with me? What’s the matter with you?
It’s no use, it’s no use
Oh, oh, oh, oh
And this time I planned, I planned for you
but in my plans, my plans fell through
You put up with me, put up a fight
I put up my guard and smile in spite
What’s the matter with me? What’s the matter with you?
I’m too drunk to fuck, a sloppy excuse
What’s the matter with me? What’s the matter with you?
It’s no use, it’s no use
Oh, oh, oh, oh
What’s the matter with me? What’s the matter with you?
Hungover in love, a sorry excuse
What’s the matter with me? What’s the matter with you?
It’s no use, it’s no use
Oh, oh, oh, oh
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It's Me or the Brain
03:07
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It’s the damndest thing you ever seen
talk it up like a lie
It all started with an autopsy
and so the brain you conspire
She cut him off in that quantum leap
when the best was behind
And cut him up on the countertop before you wake
and so the brain you conspire
And my friend, my friend
it’s not what you think
don’t git a-head of yourself
And God damn, God damn
you awful things
that makes a brain to conspire
I’m a man of science, you knew from the start
I’ve Einstein’s brains and you have (you’ve) my heart
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the Inside Joke
02:47
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The inside joke’s inside my pants
You can be with me but it won’t last
Now of you girl I just have to ask
don’t keep this joke in my pants
The inside joke’s at full staff
I hear you moan and then you laugh
Now of me girl you just have to grasp
this small joke in my pants
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Measure up come in last
The inside joke’s inside you now
We can be like chic, tell me who’s endowed
and of this joke the size don’t count
truth be told, baby, plain out loud
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Measure up come in last
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She Don't Like Westerns
03:21
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One day up on the avenue there was a funeral,
but no-one was crying
And the next day they came and took you away,
said your heart just stopped lovin' and started me to cryin
The cold of your lips, the nape of your last breath
we was outta control, who could say no?
To a limousine filled with gasoline
hear them weddin' bells at the Blue Collar County Jail.
My eyes don’t sleep and my brain don’t dream
if you leave me...
Someday down on the boulevard you’ll keep a quaint courtyard
and I’ll just feel sorry
And the very next day they’re gonna take me away
for this heart just don’t stop lovin, now you’re gonna be sorry
And in your blind spot who was an afterthought?
we was meant to be, but you won’t forgive me.
Gonna give it one last go for my sweet Jane Doe
‘til death do us free - a bouquet of tumbleweed.
My eyes don’t sleep and my brain don’t dream
if you leave me…
My heart don’t bleed and my soul don’t keep
if you leave me before I leave you
Yeah, my eyes still sleep and my brain still dreams
if you need me…
And my heart keeps beat and my soul still pleads
if you need me as much as I need you.
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Quit School
03:30
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The writing’s on the wall
The stereo is coming through in tongues
What is said here can never be undone
we break down the walls but there’s nobody home
There’s only one way to git down from there
with all these people who now stand before you
There’s only one way to git down from there
With all these people who now stand before you
When life’s too much - give up, give up
ya not havin’ no fun - git drunk, git drunk
lookin’ for cash - quit school, quit school
needa find a job - git bent, git bent
The writing’s on the wall
The stereo is coming through in tongues
what’s said here can never be unsung
Break down the walls but there’s nobody home
There’s only one way to git down from there
with all these people who now stand before you
There’s only one way to git down from here
With all these people who now stand before you
When life’s too much - give up, give up
ya not havin’ no fun - git drunk, git drunk
lookin’ for cash - quit school, quit school
needa find a job - git bent, git bent
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End of the World
03:34
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Take one good last look at it with all of your pain
the stars keep me up at night, wormholes in my brains
It’s shrouded in mystery with all that you fear
no need to buckle up we ain’t goin’ nowhere
This is hell on earth this is what it’s about
ain’t no gittin’ out from this state of mind
John Doe Jehovah Jesus, Mary Magdalene Satan
rich as lunatics, your prayers in syndication
Your cancer has gone to heaven and it’s paintin’ the future
so much for the afterlife and whatever comes after
To have one wish to see it through, by my troth
live by the sword and die by the nuke
Have one good last look at it with all of your pain
the stars keep me up at night, wormholes in my brains
It’s shrouded in mystery with all that you fear
no need to buckle up we ain’t goin’ nowhere
Knuckles to the grind, the reason for the rhyme
as luck would have it your well went dry
Patriotic syphilis of the of the brain, intravenous lechery
poisoning the poor and stitchin’ societies seams
Allegiance is charity, a prescription for ignorance
the pleasure’s all mine, what a waste of time
It’s inevitable, your vegetables won’t cure you... Mary,
live by the sword and die by the flu
Take one good last look at it with all of your pain
the stars keep me up at night, wormholes in my brains
It’s shrouded in mystery with all that you fear
no need to buckle up we ain’t goin’ nowhere
Have one good last look at it with all of your pain
the stars keep me up at night, wormholes in my brains
It’s shrouded in mystery with all that you fear
no need to buckle up we ain’t goin’ nowhere
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44
02:46
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and it’s forty as in forty
pour (four) more for the shorties
Your parents took a snooze and we found their booze
now gimme your keys and leave the drivin’ to me
for the circus comes to town hey I’ll find a new job
there’s only one way out and baby I’m a figurin’ it out
and if it’s not legit we’ll ditch the shit
blitz the pulpit and split the profit
oh, oh
and it’s forty as in forty
pour (four) more for the shorties
Work the nine to five for the rest of your life
come git real flirty with a dirty thirty
and chase last year’s man in that big black hearse
still the best of plans don’t include no plans
lucky thirteen be the death of me
screamin’, oli-oli-oxyn-free
oh, oh
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Irrelevant
01:58
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I am irrelevant,
The cats got my tongue but I tell you what
I never thought to ask for help
I'd stick to my guns
but I'd shoot myself
Chip off the old block
Suicide watch
I am indifferent
That's my story and I'm sticking to it
The hardest thing is to go find help
I'd shoot for the stars
But I'd kill myself
Chip off the old block
Suicide watch
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Nuclear Family
05:08
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There’s so much more to life
There’s so much more to life
Never left the countryside,
Never seen them city lights
Nuclear family
… all bunked up in the desert
Nuclear family
Nuclear family
Nuclear family
…. all fucked up in the desert
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the Chosen One
01:53
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Ya can’t decide the meaning of life
look at what ya done
now learn to survive in a double wide
ascend from where ya are
Am I gittin’ to heaven?
Am I gittin’ you down?
We sailed the seas with our filthy disease
look at what we done
On bended knees, the soul must be cleaned...
(make) them swear-words into prayers
Am I gittin’ to heaven?
Am I gittin’ you down?
Nothin’ more inside than what meets the eye
I think therefore I am
won’t ever believe no truth unseen
look at what I done
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