1. |
Dicks From Mars
01:33
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2. |
Memory
03:53
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3. |
Cock Roach King
02:20
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I am the cock roach king
Always spreading disease
You can try to get rid of me
I always have an army
Run really fast
I'll corner your ass
I'll make you piss your pants
Crawling through every crack
You have no defense
So if you listen up
I promise to leave you alone
Please don't listen to Sublime with Rome
*chorus*
Oh, what's that smell
Is it tasty
It looks like your kids
Left out some ice cream
I could call patrol
Unless you say
Those kids on longboards are fucking gay
*chorus*
Too late, I already let my army know
While you were gone we began to grown
Call the exterminator if you dare
But I'll have you know that place is not fair
*chorus*
Alright fine
I guess you win
Don't you worry, I'll be back again
First time you eat, I'll smell that shit
I'll never stop till the hipster trend ends
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4. |
Drunken Suicide
01:38
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The night is young
You've got nothing to do
But get super drunk
And try not to puke
Your life is dumb
You've got a fucked up head
But the worst's to come
Cause your falling dead
Your life is fading away
This is your last day
You threw your life away
So grab your ammo and grab your noose
Come on boy you got nothing to lose
Grab your whiskey and daddy's beer
Come on girl, you've got nothing to fear
Your mom stopped caring
So did you
Thought it over
But never through
Once its in, it's not coming out
Your face is red
You're about to pass out
Your life is fading away
This is your last day
You threw your life away
So grab your ammo and grab your noose
Come on boy you got nothing to lose
Grab your whiskey and daddy's beer
Come on girl, you've got nothing to feyah
How much rum will it take to drown
How many pills have you taken now
How many bullets are in that gun
Damn buddy this sure is fun
How many friends really care
Face death if you truly dare
Alcohol the instigator
Goodbye world, I'll see you later
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5. |
Drew's Blues
02:05
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So
So you thought you knew everything about me
But
I bet you never guessed there's a little bit more inside of all of us
I got something for you
I'm coming back
And I'm wearing black
Where
Were you
When I was praying for her
Now
That you are here
You are in my soul my dear
Well I hope you know
While you were messing around
I had the blues
Are you here to stay
I promise I won't push you away
Today
Where are you rocking tomorrow, cause I'll meet you there
Little little little woman
I don't know you're the one
We have only begun
And I got this burning in my chest
And that pain, that pain is you
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6. |
Gone Fishin
02:05
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Growing up in the Bayou
Fishing's all I do
Eating turtle soup
And I don't care about you
Gonna find a woman
With big old lard tits
Gonna have a kid
That will end up just like this
Growing up is hard
Moonshine made me tough
Going to the barn
Gonna shoot my mom
Double barrel shotgun
Terror in your eye
My life sucks so
This is no surprise
Never learned to read
So don't reason to me
Living in the woods
The laws are gone for good
Put Bush back in office
Obama fucked my mom
One two three
I've killed many
Four five six
Now I'm really pissed
Redneck fun
Gonna shoot someone
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7. |
No Problem
01:52
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I'm no disgrace
I just like to get wasted
My mind feels ancient
And I can't breathe
My head feels heavy
My heart's not steady
There's nothing left to do for me but drink
I have no problem
No need to admit shit
Pretty drunk right now
And you are
Killing it
I have no problem
No need to admit shit
Pretty fucking drunk right now
And you are
Killing it
I have no problem with my constant hangover
Nothing soothes a headache like an ice cold beer
Why shouldn't I share with kids
They deserve to be happy to
Life only sucks when I can't drink and when you are about to puke
*chorus*
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8. |
Fuck
02:49
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Well I can't feel for you
When I can barely feel for myself
You know what you want to do
Well go ahead what's stopping you
Cause I found out long ago
That no one really cares
You can do whatever makes you happy
As long as you have desire to win
Well I thought I had a style
I guess it's just a forgotten memory
You could say I'm hardly rebellious
You can say I think I'm hardcore
*chorus*
Well at least I'm not a sell out
At least I'm not anything like you
Just sit and give it a thought
Think about who you really are
*chorus*
Well I know you have an opinion on me
Well I know you think you know
But I know deep inside
That you're just a fraud like me
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9. |
Heartache
03:45
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I think
I've got
A heartache
No more Everglade green
I think
I've got
A heartache
Woah, baby I'm coming clean
There's no more reason for
The things I do
There's no more reason for
The way I feel about you
And now I've got this non-stopping
Pain in my chest
When will this feeling
Ever end
I've seen your glances
Your stares
Your smiles
I know that I'm gonna be staying here a while
The tree protects me from the rain
The fish will swim in every which way
I'm a rodent, a scoundrel, a dirty rat
I've been accused of being a mangy brat
And as I sit outside
The rain is falling fast
When will this feeling ever last
I think
I've got
A heartache
No more Everglade green
I think
I've got
A heartache
Woah, baby I'm coming clean
Lonely lonely roads
I find it harder as it goes
It's growing taller everyday
Will I find a place to stay
This is not how it's supposed to be
Was so much easier in my dreams
It's so strong and it's drowning me
I'm not asking for your sympathy
I don't want to think about
The more I begin to dream about it
All I wanted was a kiss
Never wanted anything like this
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10. |
Chase
01:16
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DFM Pensacola, Florida
Pensacola. FL. Hardcore Punk.
Always inclusive. Always accepting. Grover, Nate, Drew.
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