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Masochist
04:42
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I'm just a man who needs a field to sew seeds in
You'd think the pain would make it worse but I need it
Drag you down to where I am, no more healing
If you feign surprise, you'll never break through the ceiling
Chorus:
Smack my ass and call me trash, I swear it gets me off
Don't treat me with dignity, that's how it all goes soft
I'm sick and screwed and in the mood, for racy Nabokov
I love for you to push and shove, and whisper turn and cough
Masochist
In a suit still wet with lube, no peeking
Not for me, not publicly, so I sheathe it
Ring my balls, run down the halls, Pavlovian
Salivate, inseminate, ooh the taste
Chorus:
Smack my ass and call me trash, I swear it gets me off
Don't treat me with dignity, that's how it all goes soft
I'm sick and screwed and in the mood, for racy Nabokov
I love for you to push and shove, and whisper turn and cough
Masochist
Don't look now, and don't ask how, I hate it
Look at me, I'm on TV, debating
The stage is free, and all for me, believe it
American dreams, and families, Vote for me!
Chorus:
Smack my ass and call me trash, I swear it gets me off
Don't treat me with dignity, that's how it all goes soft
I'm sick and screwed and in the mood, for racy Nabokov
I love for you to push and shove, and whisper turn and cough
Masochist
Masochist
Masochist
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2. |
Chrundle No Bord Slyde
02:34
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3. |
Don't Budge
03:05
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Gaslight fist fight never ends
All their actions turn pretend
Twist and shout, intentions blend
Never after will they bend
Don't budge
Give no quarter, spend no gold
Villains crave their stranglehold
Stand your ground and become bold
Cowards run until they're cold
Don't Budge
After all this you will know
Liars need just one in tow
Stop their hands but watch your toes
Never done til their way goes
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4. |
The Vent
04:05
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Roaches crawl across the wall
The flies answer their call
The vent’s alive in the stall
Mad as hell, in for a ball
Doesn’t matter, midnight or noon
Just assume, right to the moon
The vent calls its mating tune
Hear it all, in my bedroom.
Fight or flight, it’s hard to tell
Little Tammy’s stuck in the well
The vent mocks me with alarm bells
Hard enough to deal with this shell
Slamming doors, cries for entry
All the words, speeches obscene
The vents wheeze, gasping to breathe
Make the call, it’s squeaky clean
Hear the sigh, after they’re sent
Question why again and again
The vent cries malicious intent
Someone lied innocence
Caught in traps, man-made or mind
But it’s far from one-of-a-kind
Return home, the vent will unwind
Whiskey glass, need to go blind
Endless pain, heard through the vent
Silence rings, more than the rent
The vent screams it’s gone hellbent
Feel it all, it has a scent
Pounding down, into the floor
Time again, cue the slammed door
The vent invents, its own little war
Drown it out, shakes to the core
Stomach churns, making me sick
Noises scare, buzz or a click
The vent laughs, adds in a kick
Candle’s burned, down the whole wick
No more noise, it will just stare
Try to hear, just from upstairs
The vent waits, holding in air
Am I alone? Does anyone care?
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5. |
Unwind
02:33
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Steal a tall boy
and make some fucking noise
what liquor do we got
lets take a fuckin shot
Tequila ginger ale
Lets make a whiskey tale
And head to the show
and snort some sneaky blow
Yeah the roommate owes us money he's a fuckin prick
While the tunes this year have been so damn sick
So we'll take the good and bad with a bag of cheap wine
Cause its been a shit week and holy fuck do we need to unwind
Stay in home alone
Just scrolling on my phone
Yeah the screen's so bright
When you're on shrooms at night
Take a walk to the bank
And throw up when I tank
We got dressed up to go
Nowhere we know
Back to the house and crank the tunes so loud
Light up a bowl we'll make a mushroom cloud
Toss me over a beer I'll pay you back in kind
Let's get fucked up cause all I wanna do is unwind
I'm gonna swig a can of beer and throw it in the bin
Yeah I can't stand the taste but pour me up some gin
And I think I blacked out after gumming too much
But we both found a girl, cocaine's a super crutch
Well the end times are near thank fucking god
So who gives a shit if we're so fucking odd
It all works out maybe half the time
Drink to forget and do drugs to un-fucking wind
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6. |
Yes We K.A.N!
02:50
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Rough and racist that's how they wanna live
A public shaming's the least we're gonna give
You wanna know if we'll lay down and die?
All I know is
Yes. We. Kill All Nazis (x4)
KKK and the alt-right fucks
Nowhere to run when we spill your guts
Cut the rope and sharpen your knives
Last words before they die
Yes. We. Kill All Nazis (x a shitload)
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7. |
Shazam!
04:55
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SHAZAM!
Young Billy Batson was just a street rat, looking for a place he could call his own
...then he met a stranger
The stranger looked just like his dad
He chased him down, and in a flash
The subway rail took him to, the Rock of Eternity
The Seven Deadly Sins of man
A wizard spoke, and judged him there
"Captain Marvel, you will be, the God's Champion!"
Chorus:
Wisdom of Solomon, and the strength of Hercules
Endurance of Atlas, and the Power of Zeus,
Courage of Achielles, and the speed of Mercury
Speak the magic word, Billy Batson!
SHAZAM!
Doctor Sivana and Mr. Mind, most dastardly duo that you can find
Stirring up trouble in Fawcett City
Monster Society pulling heists, Captain Marvel SHAZAMs and fights
Curses! Their plans foiled again!
The day is won, but not for long
Cause from Khandaq, an evil's song
An ancient Champion, Black Adam!
Chorus:
Wisdom of Solomon, and the strength of Hercules
Endurance of Atlas, and the Power of Zeus,
Courage of Achielles, and the speed of Mercury
Speak the magic word, Billy Batson!
SHAZAM!
SHAZAM motherfucker, you've reached the end, Black Adam fights hard and he plays to win, he vows that there will never be a ruler.
So just when its grim for the Big Red Cheese, when all seems lost at the villain's glee...
Mary Mvel and Captain Marvel Jr.
AW SHIT
Chorus:
Wisdom of Solomon, and the strength of Hercules
Endurance of Atlas, and the Power of Zeus,
Courage of Achielles, and the speed of Mercury
Speak the magic word, Billy Batson!
SHAZAM!
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8. |
Streetlights
04:34
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Take me to my mind, in these dark streets of mine
I'll learn I can't deny, there ain't enough to dine
And I'll just lay there waiting, for a thought to come to me
And while I lay there bleeding, no Streetlight shines on me
I got out and alive, I actually arrived
Out of that town and I, got what I have eyed
And yet my heart keeps sinking, no one has found a shore
I'm here and all alone, guilt-ridden to the core
And all I think, is here I am
Alone but never free
In the next room, she'll want me soon
But never when I want to
I hate my fucking life, I think too many times
I'm too young for a wife, I think while trapped inside
At least the streets will calm me, if only for a while
Streetlights go out above me, while I just force a smile
Exiting my mind, return where I reside
Though it may take some time, I'll wake up soon inside
Before I turn the key, I get hopeful behind
I turn and as I sigh, no Streetlight thinks to shine
And all I think, is here I am,
alone but never free
In the next room, she'll want me soon
But never when I want to
And all I think, is here I am,
alone but never free
In the next room, she'll want me soon
But never when I want to
Its never when I want to
No, its never when I need to.
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The Tar Sands Kingston, Ontario
Hey I'm The Tar Sands, Scott. Everything you see here is DIY..
The Tar Sands used to be a band but
they said I wrote too complicated songs. Weird right? Not like this shit's Meshuggah, anyway, I'm not bitter I can't play these things live. (Oh I am so fucking bitter)
It would help me out if you bought anything you see here. But I get why you wouldn't want to.
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