1. |
What Jill Says
03:48
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Say I'm no good at pretending
When I don't really even care
Too hard to fall in love
I hate the clothes Jill makes me wear
Jesus, won't you come deliver me
From my private hell
He says boy, don't you read your bible none?
I only help those who help themselves
Don't call me over to your place
Cause I ain't coming inside
I bought a gun to keep me
Safe from you til your libido dies
Satan, won't you lend a hand
I'd be willing to make a deal
He says boy, I'd love to steal your soul
But even I can't fix the way she feels
chorus:
Somethings killing me, Jill just doesn't see
It's no fun to be alone with me
Jill calls me her king, she's my guillotine
Jill says lots of stupid shit to me
To get me in her bed
You got arms like a Burmese python
Dogs wail when you call my name
Too hard to fall in love
When love smells like a fast-food beer shit
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2. |
Rusty Nail
03:41
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You could build a home in my head
With mold in the walls from leaks in the ceiling
Picket fence left half undone
And garbage spilling out onto the road
Borrowed sanities for money I still owe
When the walls come down, we'd die and...
chorus:
Madness is my friend and I'm feeding him again
I'm draining memories from my head
They're pouring in, then out again
I'm totally alone, can't wait to break my bones
And let the nails rust in my skin
That holds me in, it's wearing thin
It's troubling, the shape I'm in, I'll never stop
You could be the ghost in my bed
A paranoid schizo deity
Try to rip your hands from my neck
I can't wake up, I wonder if I'm dead
Like something from a book I've never read
Still the story got me crying...
If you could see your home in my head
With mold in the walls from leaks in the ceiling
Picket fence left half torn down
And garbage spilling out onto the road
Broken sanities for money I still owe
When the walls come down we'll surely die
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3. |
Kurt Kennedy
02:37
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All your sympathies
Add up to nothing
And with a single breath
I'll sing your end
chorus:
You always go and you never wanna stay
You always lied while I always felt betrayed
What's the truth? Please tell me what is right
Sick of you, Yeah, I hope you die tonight
It's the same old song
Should've known it all along
When you cried you made me bleed
Fuck you!
Yeah, you're just a fool
I'm sick of you
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4. |
A Moment With Ken
00:27
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6. |
The Other One [live]
03:17
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7. |
Okanomy [live]
05:07
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8. |
Westboro [live]
04:51
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9. |
Is This Real Life?
00:47
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Mad Judy Sacramento, California
Snot-pokin', pot smokin', junior college dropouts. Sadpunx from Sactown. DIY letdowns. No applause, just throw money! After all, art is art, isn't it?
I never forget a face, but in your case I'll make an exception.
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