1. |
Adult Daycare
03:28
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Verse 1
Goin' to Hell
Might as well
If you can't tell
my life is broken
Need someone
to get things done
a hired gun
cause I'm not copin'
Pre-chorus
World sustaining
Finger painting
Won't you take me to (the) x2
Chorus
Daycare
I wanna be there
The Daycare
I wanna be there with you
with you x3
Verse 2
Sing a-long
Children's song
will just prolong
what I'm missing
Col'ring time
Stay in the lines
And naps sublime
I'm Reminiscing
(Pre-chorus)
(Chorus)
(Solo)
(Pre-chorus + Chorusx2)
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2. |
Screwdriver Lobotomy
02:57
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Verse 1
Hey! if I can’t have you
Got nothing to lose or gain
Hey! gonna grab my screwdriver
And put it into my brain
I can’t escape your gravity
Gotta find a way to unwind
Gonna open up my toolbox, girl
Press reset on my mind
Pre-Chorus
I wanna forget your face
I’m finally gonna see it erased, yeah x2
Come on x4
Chorus
Two black eyes and a bloody nose, yeah
Two black eyes and a bloody nose x2
Come on x4
Verse 2
Gonna give myself
Give myself a lobotomy
Gonna drink Jell-O through a straw
Gonna hang with Rosemary Kennedy
Hey! if I can’t have you
Got nothing to gain or lose
I’m gonna grab a screwdriver
And loosen a couple screws
Pre-chorus 2
I wanna forget your face
I’m finally gonna see it erased, yeah
I finally know what to do
Gonna have a hole in my head shaped like you
Shaped like you! x4
(Chorus)
Oh Yeah x4
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3. |
Dead-eye Beholder
03:01
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Garage Rock Synth pop
Bangkok Can't stop
From looking at you
After shock jaws drop
Night stalk junk shop
Got nothin' to do
Chopping block Mugshot
Small talk sleep walk
Won't get you through
Outta stock Boycott
Heart's clock love knot
your last avenue
Chorus: Dead eyed beholder x4
Counterfeit convict
Out wit Logic
You can't get away
Hypocrite promised
hand-dipped sonnets
Exponential decay
Must admit got whipped
frostbit chapped lipped
you are their prey
Double knit Hand picked
holy writ addict
Can't make him pay
(Chorus)
(Bridge)
(Chorus)
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4. |
Existential Crisis
02:54
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5. |
Stuck
02:27
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She’s so status quo
I don’t know how you don’t know
I just wanna show her how much
But I’m stuck
Face down in the sludge
Outta luck
Filling up with mud
I can’t seem to get up
Can’t get up to show you
show you
Hey
Yeah yeah
I wanna show her, show her
Hey
Yeah yeeeeeeah
She’s so
So good to go
She’s sitting in the front row
I just wanna show her a new sound
But I’m down
Out of town
Last dog in the pound
There’s nobody else, no one around
To help me to get out
To show her
To show her, show her
Hey
Yeah yeah
I wanna show her, show her
Hey
Yeah yeeeeeeah
I wanna show her
Yeah, yeah
I wanna show her
Yeah, yeah
I don’t know how you don’t know
She’s gotta know x2
Hey
Yeah yeah
I wanna, wanna show her
Hey
Yeah yeah
I wanna show her just how much
But I’m stuck
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6. |
Waiting on No One
03:36
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Verse 1
Waiting on no one
Waiting for Nothin'
Hating anyone
Corrupting (Disrupting)
Stating what you've done
Nothing (sumthin')
Verse 2
Irritating
Complicating
What you haven't done
Shocking (Mocking)
Rating Everyone
Rumors (Losers)
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7. |
Another One
02:09
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Verse 1
Another failed night, another pocket hole
Another wasted date, another prospect gone
It's been a long time since I have felt so wrong
She's just the latest one to hurt my pride and soul
I know I'll dwell on this one
I know I'm a fool so broken
To internalize the little stalemates
With a new girl I still can't get away from
Chorus
Self-destructing self-fulling
Mental blocks that I must destroy
Verse 2
Since she parted ways
I hadn't felt this way
Since all those years ago
I didn't hesitate
Well see if I'll get over
Myself and look within you
To find what's different about you anyway
To give you a chance without me in the way
(Chorus)
Verse 3
It's now about time I did some self-searching
I need to confront my bias first to say
You might be what I'm searching
For in the one I'm looking
This one she could be the perfect one for me
If I get over my fear for committing.
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8. |
Working 4 the Man
03:51
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(Horns)
Verse 1
It's 7 am
I miss my bed
I'm stacking dishes
on my head
The Monkey smiles
and shines my shoe
He hates this place
just like I do
Bussing tables
Stacking stuff
the screaming kids
I've had enough
The floors are covered
in broken glass
Work for now
forget the past
(Horns)
Verse 2
Workin full time
in the Devil's Kitchen
Think to myself
"Why aren't I ditchin?"
But I'm stuck here
with my convict friends
Workin' for the man
until the end
But who's that now
that calls to me?
Why none but
Mephistopheles
Who now can tell
from his corner of hell
There's a life to live
in a lifeless shell
Chorus
Workin' for the Man
all bloody day
Workin' too hard
for what I get paid
Stuck at work
with my apron on
Countin' the seconds
'til I'm gone x2
(solo)
(Chorus)
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9. |
Perpetual Anxiety
02:35
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Verse 1
Perpetual Anxiety
Gunna make your gums bleed
Blamed on Society
You must concede
Pre Chorus
You must concede
You must concede
To proceed
Chorus
Oh, why's it gotta be
Perpetual anxiety?
Why's it gotta be this way?
Verse 2
Restless insanity
Gunna make your eyes see
unchecked profanity
So you must concede
(Pre-chorus + Chorus)
Bridge
(spoken):
Shuffling down my avenue
hands in empty pockets
My luck feels overdue
Reaching my door, I knock it
No one comes to answer
What little hope subsides
The sidewalk is my home tonight
Not me, the man decides!
(Chorus x2)
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10. |
3 Decades
03:05
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Verse 1
I don't know where my time's gone
Sittin' at home with the TV on
I don't know what I should do
Wastin' my time wait'n 'round for you
Chorus
Been goin' on three decades too long
I don't belong, where did it go wrong?
Been goin' on three decades too long
This marathon will never be won
By me x4
Verse 2
I don't know where I have been
Livin' a life of regret and sin
I don't know where I should go
Lyin' at home with my stereo
(Chorus)
Bridge
You don't know just where I'm from
My momma's house it ain't no slum
You can't judge me for what I done
Spittin' out lines like a Gatlin' gun
You don't know just who I am
Might as well be a garbage can
You can't help from where you are
Ev'rything's collapsed like a Neutron Star
(Chorus)
I don't know
Where my time's gone
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11. |
Ramblin' Motorcade
03:09
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Verse 1
Ramblin' Motorcade
On the road today
It will block your way
with naught to say
On a promenade
That won't be swayed
And you can't stay
Oh no x2
Ramblin' Calvacade
on the trail today
In their green berets
Off to the ballet
In a promenade
which still conveys
that you can't stay
Oh no x2
Chorus
You can't go this way
At least not today
Ramblin' motorcade
Oh no
x2
Ramblin' Escapade
in the heart today
It won't go away
to your dismay
In a masquerade
which still will say
that you can't stay
Oh No x2
Ramblin' Motorcade
On your mind today
It will block your way
with naught to say
On a promenade
That won't be swayed
And you can't stay
Oh no x2
(Chorus)
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