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Takeout Stain
03:28
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I am a takeout stain on a t-shirt
How did I get here
I am a homeless junky
You can throw your food at me
I don't care what it tastes like
I'll eat until I throw up
I am a twenty dollar porno
On a Motel 6 TV
I am the death and the dream
Of the drugged out rock star watching me
I don't care how long it takes
He'll watch until he throws up
And we're all not sure
What we're meant for in this world
But I'm pretty sure we all find out
And on that day
We'll collectively decide
To forget what the fuck
We just saw
I am the time you tried
Mom's heels on in second grade
You couldn't quite walk
But boy did you look great
And it probably meant nothing
It didn't mean a fucking thing at all
I am the piece of shit
That made you feel so uncertain
I am his cruel jokes
And the way that you were best of friends
The thought that you could be like him
It's enough to make you throw up
And we're all not sure
What we're meant for in this world
But I'm pretty sure we all find out
And on that day
We'll collectively decide
To forget what the fuck
We just saw
We're all broke down and confused
We're all vegetable lo mein
We're all spit out from our filth
Like human takeout stains
No one ever told me
What I was supposed to be
Supposed to mean
Oh I don't wanna know
Who I am
And we're all not sure
What we're meant for in this world
But I'm pretty sure we all find out
And on that day
We'll collectively decide
To forget what the fuck
We just saw
And we're all not sure
What we're meant for in this world
But I'm pretty sure we all find out
And on that day
We'll collectively decide
To forget what the fuck
We just saw
You're silence speaks volumes
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The only laws I follow
I follow 'cause I believe
I don't need some asshole in a uniform to tell me
And it's cause I'm lucky
I have the privilege to share
My little acts of meaningless resistance
The cops, they pay me no mid
I guess I'm not brown enough to fuck with
To the people that I love
The best that I can say
We don't need them
Make your own laws
And if you're a cop
Get some sense
Quit your job
I know talking shit
Ain't enough to save a life
"If singing changed anything they'd make it illegal"
I just want to try
To put the thought in people's minds
Nothing's gonna change with all this apathy
The cops they've called our bluff
A protest doesn't work when we half ass it
To the people that I love
The best that I can say
We don't need them
But we sure need each other
Oh to the people that I love
The best that I can say
Plant your gardens 'til they're full
Give your cash 'til you can't pay
Make some new laws for yourself
Ones that keep eachother safe
We don't need radicals
We need everybody, every fucking day
And if you're a cop
Get some sense
Quit your job
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St. James Infirmary
03:22
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I went down
To the St. James Infirmary
I saw my baby there
She was stretched out
On a long white table
So sweet, so cold
So fair
Now there's seventeen
Coal-black horses
Tied to a rubber tire hack
And there's seven girls
Going up that mountain
Only six of them
Are coming back
Let her go,
Let her go, God bless her soul
Wherever she may be
She can search
This whole wide world over
But she'll never find
A sweet bass-playing man like me
When I die
Bury me in my straight-laced shoes
Black britches and a wide-top Stetson hat
Put a twenty dollar gold piece
On my watch chain
So the boys will know
That I died standing pat
I want six
Crap-shooting pallbearers
I want a chorus girl singing me
A pretty little song
I want a big old jazz band
On the back of my hack
So we can raise sweet Hallelujah
As we roll along
Now that you
Have heard my story
Go ahead, pour me another shot
Of that there booze
And if anyone here
Were to ask you
Tell 'em I got that St. James
Oh I got that St. James
Infirmary Blues
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Eat Shit and Die
03:37
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I lie so much I don't know why
I've been like this so long
If I stopped I think I'd die
My lips are stained with coffee grounds
They remind me of the bullshit
That always leaves my mouth
I don't know why
I cheat and steal
From friends and family
I take their pity gifts
Just to boost my self esteem
I think we all deserve some love
It's just hard for the person
That I am right now
Yeah
Hey I heard that you were doing well
Wish you were dead
I wish you'd burn in hell
I hate your smile
And I hope you hate mine, too
And I'll keep telling myself that
I'm a hateful spiteful bitch
I wish pain and sickness on my enemies
My lips are stained with blood and cigarettes
My breath smells like poison
It conjures scenes of death
And I know why
The world is out to get me
I feel it in my bones
People I once called my friends
The folks that want my loans
I wanna watch them frown
Wanna watch them fail
They're the reason why I'm angry all the time
Yeah I know why
Hey I heard that you were doing well
Wish you were dead
I wish you'd burn in hell
I hate your guts
And I hope you hate mine, too
And I'll keep telling myself that
Hey I heard that you were doing well
Wish you were dead
I wish you'd burn in hell
I hate your everything
And I hope you hate mine, too
And I'll keep telling myself that
Yes, Jesus loves me
Yes, Jesus loves me
Yes, Jesus loves me
The bible tells me so
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Frog Legs Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
Folk punk shenanigans
I make music about the things that I hate for the people that I love.
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