1. |
Murder on the Playground
02:27
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Crossword puzzle, melted down,
So I know how you feel
Cities rooted in the ground,
Trees collapse, people kneel.
No preteen gonna muscle me out,
No high school bully gonna muscle me out,
No white collar bitch gonna muscle me out,
No fat Bonaparte gonna muscle me out.
Melted, melted, lose its shape,
Price and head, form and cost,
Bound together with scotch tape,
Nevermind, form is lost.
No preteen gonna muscle me out,
No high school bully gonna muscle me out,
No white collar bitch gonna muscle me out,
No fat Bonaparte gonna muscle me out.
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2. |
Aunt Sally
03:38
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Feels like a rat's nest,
But I got nothing to fear-
Not when Aunt Sally and her restlessness
Are always standing near.
How could I fear for you out of us all
Too good to be true, when you say you're standing tall.
How could I fear for you out of us all
Not like it's true, I know you feel small.
Music playing sweetly,
But I just can't quite hear-
Not when Aunt Sally and her restlessness
Are always standing near.
How could I fear for you out of us all
Too good to be true, when you say you're standing tall.
How could I fear for you out of us all
Not like it's true, I know you feel small.
Not when Aunt Sally and her restlessness
Are always standing near.
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3. |
Tailspin
03:11
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Gotta jump to the fourth dimension
can't stack ad infinitum
want danger and a quick commotion
just to cure this delirium.
Gotta talk about real-world topics
wanna take them home to feed
wanna read celebrity biopics
tell those mothers what they need.
Gotta put your aura in a tailspin
Gotta learn to read and write
Wanna know what everyone's gettin
Wanna know what they're gettin tonight.
What's new in the fourth dimension
can you stack ad infinitum
causin danger and quick commotion
got this deficiency in calcium.
Wanna talk about real-world topics
wanna take them home to feed
gotta read celebrity biopics
tell those mothers what they need.
Wanna put your aura in a tailspin
gotta learn to read and write
gotta know what everyone's gettin
gotta know what they're gettin tonight.
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4. |
Chicken Curry
03:49
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Don't you look so put together
like Humpty Dumpty before he fell
Bet you won't feel tough as leather
When your preteen dreams go straight to hell
Ignorance is so magnetic
Quantify your hope in threes
If you tried, you'd be decent at it
But hesitation's got you on your knees
Hell is bigger than your parents' basement
But you can't replace it with a caution sign
Sooner or later, you got to face it
Just don't leave it for your friends to find
Told my mother not to worry
"Don't be afraid, I'm in control"
I cooked her spicy chicken curry
But you just can't prove you got a firm foothold
Your cartoon fingers touch my back with
Fingernails too sharp to feel
Around my shoulders, pull my jacket
Press it tight so I know it's real
Hell is bigger than your parents' basement
But you can't replace it with a caution sign
Sooner or later, you got to face it
Just don't leave it for your friends to find
Told my mother not to worry
"Don't be afraid, I'm in control"
I cooked her spicy chicken curry
But you just can't prove you got a firm foothold.
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5. |
Okay
05:46
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Won't you say hello,
Jimmy's in his room
But if you don't it's alright
Because I think he's gonna be okay
Breakneck right outta the gate
Quarter crack gonna make you late
Don't wanna don't wanna go,
I'd rather dissipate.
But
Okay
Jumped over puissance wall
Passed pawn's gonna fall
Oh but he never did
Break his stride at all
But
Okay
Won't you say hello,
Jimmy's in his room
But if you don't it's alright
Because I think he's gonna be okay
Breakneck right outta the gate
Quarter crack gonna make you late
Don't wanna don't wanna go
I'd rather dissipate
But
Okay
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