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Cowboy
02:12
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I’m jealous of your combination tour
you constantly roll in comfort luxury
and this is our time
and this is when
I’ll take me some and turn a quarter turn
a cabin so full that you only wish you stood
if I could stand in the corner I'd jerk in the future sun
across the city soil and this is what be done
cowboy I jerk in the future Sun
a quart of blood and this is how it runs
I quite enjoy it running it to the ground
the RV park takes another quart of blood
cowboy runs on a quart of blood
cowboy jerk in the future sun
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Stab
03:19
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ticking bomb and talk is cheap
when you wear me down anticipate
hard times, drawn lines
depression's born and it’s given just four words
take one small step
and there will be color in the soul
but the truths so cold without someone to show it
it’s a stab stab stab stab stab that keeps coming
stumbled in (all) ready to leave
you said why
do you do your worst
I'm just so cold I get so down
where’s your god and this is what you want
where’s your god and this is what you want
crisis is born
you shook your head and covered my mouth
take one more step
and get some support
you shook your head and the extension cord
I’m sure you're appalled
and this is such a chore
these are hard times
war is hard times
these are hard times
war is hard times
you talk so much
crisis is born
stab stab stab
in my stomach it hurts
in my stomach it hurts
you should just sit down
you should just sit down
stab stab stab stab
unspeakable time
miserable time
unspeakable time
and I’m miserable now
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VSTL
03:41
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you cast a shadow over my soul
my mistakes that cannot be undone
it echos and shrills and I can hardly crawl
the garden isn’t growing
I bet you’re goddamn different like your mother's son
I bet you’re goddamn different better know how to show it
I walk forward and I try to rearrange
but in the end it’s you who’s calling the shots
calling the shots I touch your bones
hurling the shots need something done
another recourse I feel so dull
there’s blood in my lungs I feel so numb
I bet you’re goddamn different like your mother's son
I bet you’re goddamn different better know how to show it
I bet you’re different I bet you’re different
I bet you’re goddamn different just like your mother's son
trash bag smeller vomit lover vomit smash bag trellis smother
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cruise with me plow the pow I’m sticking with you baby
move with me side to side do the shuffle with me
my opposable thumbs like shooting stars
ball with the ball lit up like a chimney
in the nose take it side to side do the shuffle with me
hearts so fast and my heads so full
cruel and fun cruel cruel cruel
heats on blast and my heads so full
cruel and fun cruel coo coo
like sir Elton John
I’ll be standing still
ball with the ball lit up like a chimney
cruise with me plow the pow I’m sticking with you baby,
move with me side to side It makes no diffidence when you're with me all the time I'm so comfortable living
Heats on blast and my heads so full cruel coo coo
cruel and fun cruel cruel cruel
cruel and fun cruel coo coo
curse the sun the morning's come
no creatures will be paid
coo coo coo, coo coo coo, coo coo coo
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EXOTIC FRUITICA Austin, Texas
Exotic Fruitica harnesses an explosive sound in the post-hardcore / post-punk scene of Austin, TX with compressed fuzz
guitars, noise, and driving beats more likely found in the DIY clubs of New York, Berlin, Toronto, London or Stockholm.
Mr. Pink Records
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