1. |
The Ballad Of Jort Dad
03:36
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Educated
But your brain ain't workin' right
Medicated
But you still can't sleep at night
Frustrated
That your kids stay out of sight
Dedicated
To keep them in at night
They're gonna tell you lies
They're gonna tell you lies
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Do you feel what I feel?
Do you feel what I feel?
Do you feel what I feel?
Am I alone?
Got a bad sensation
Got a bad sensation
Got a bad sensation
In my bones
Been out of my mind for days
Been out of my mind for days
Been floating 'round in outer space
There must be something wrong with my brain
Blood flows like poison
Hearing evil noises
The whole world around is
Melting like sand
Universe is dying
My eyes must be lying
Are you taking off
With that bearded man?
Been out of my mind for days
Been out of my mind for days
Been floating 'round in outer space
There must be something wrong with my brain
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3. |
Dead Beach
03:08
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Beach bummin' lady
With her skin cancer man
Are taking deep breaths full of sea salt
And pockets full of sand
Sunglasses with one frame missing
Foot slashed by an old beer bottle
He talks but she don't listen
He's dead broke, she wants to be a model
She's a burnout
He's a deadbeat
Two dropouts
Burning in the sun
Or sleeping in the backseat
Foot slashed on the pavement
Looking for something to sniff
Bloodshot brains fizzling out
Dead eyeballs could use a lift
He'd live for living
She'd die for dying
Two burned out beach bums
With no hope and no use in trying
She's a burnout
He's a deadbeat
Two dropouts
Burning in the sun
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4. |
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It's fun in the sun, but there's evil underneath
Spring break has finally come
Come party on blood beach
Where the girls all get fucked up
And the boys all lose control
And before they know what hit 'em
They'll swallow you up whole
On blood beach...
Yeah we make lots of holes
And we'll swallow up your soul
Come play in the sand
in the warm California sun
Let's go have some fun...
You let her slip away
To the boys you cannot trust
Your daughter left a virgin
But now she belongs to us
When the evil down below
You's got lil girls stuck in its teeth
It's spring break on blood beach
A real father wouldn't let his daughter go down there
Where a dozen vodka sodas, dirty minds and hands
Don't even hold a candle to the evil in the sand
On blood beach
Lifeguards rest in peace
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5. |
Lord Of Garbage
03:12
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Am I the most vile thing that you've
Ever seen?
Is my cloud of filth
Fucking up your squeaky clean?
I don't fit at all
I don't fit at all
Cause I belong with the vermin
Was the smelly shit at school
But now I'm lord of all garbage
That's the kingdom that I rule
I control the world that
Lives within my dust
I'm the sewer's keeper
I'm the minister of rust
I rule them all
I rule them all
Cause I belong with the vermin
Was the smelly shit at school
But now I'm lord of all garbage
That's the kingdom that I rule
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6. |
Justin's A Cop
03:12
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Out searching
For a good time to destroy
Hammerfist for the girls and boys
Lights flashing
He's knocking at your door
The neighbors can't take it
Anymore
You've been the thinking
There's a hole inside of your head
You've been looking backwards
You need a bolt in the side of your neck
And now sinking
Might be easier at Club Fed
Got a pistol
Tagged on the side of my leg
Gonna beat you up and
Gonna drink your keg
Start running
Coming at you with my car
I'll let you start but
You won't get far
You've been the thinking
There's a hole inside of your head
You've been looking backwards
You need a bolt in the side of your neck
And now sinking
Might be easier at Club Fed
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7. |
Mind Rot
01:52
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Someone's been creeping 'round
In her head
Someon'e been sneaking 'round
In her head
Cause she
Carries voices in her hair
Demons scream, it isn't fair
Far too much for her to bear
Now I'm wide awake
And she's not there
Someone's not letting go
Of her brain
Someone's not letting go
Of her brain
Cause she
Carries voices in her hair
Demons scream, it isn't fair
Far too much for her to bear
Now I'm wide awake
And she's not there
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8. |
Dial M (For Sultry)
03:10
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This town ain't nothing
But a bowl of dust
Train rails are screaming
Gonna turn to rust
I've gotta stop drinking
Sewer drain libations
Better slip into my bed
My brain's on vacation
It's a parasite
Clinging to your bloodstream
Like a tick
I'm losing my eyesight
And shitty beer is
Making me sick
This street ain't nothing
But empty pockets
They're shooting daggers
From the back of their eye sockets
I've gotta stop drinking
Sewer drain libations
Better slip into my bed
My brain's on vacation
It's a parasite
Clinging to your bloodstream
Like a tick
I'm losing my eyesight
And shitty beer is
Making me sick
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9. |
She's A Psycho
02:56
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Stay away from the woman
Walking down your street
She's the kind of temptress
You don't wanna meet
Some might say she is a psycho
She's a psycho
But I don't care
Some might say she is a psycho
She's a psycho
But I'm not scared
She's keeping secrets
In the locks of her hair
You can see the demons
Living in her stare
Some might say she is a psycho
She's a psycho
But I don't care
Some might say she is a psycho
She's a psycho
But I'm not scared
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10. |
The Rats Are Coming
03:21
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Vermin breeder
Ruthless leader
Got the world in the
Palm of your hand
Town invader
Death crusader
No one cares
No one understands
The rats are coming
Werewolves are here
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Three bearded, lab-coated creeps strung out on a dumpster beach, hi-fiving the sun. Two parts fuzz, one part reverb, and a jigger of formaldehyde.
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