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Big Red Axe
04:11
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Her daddy's a fireworker
One eye is made of glass
The veteran's motor club
Is gonna kick my ass
They're gonna kick my ass
Her daddy's a fireworker
He always goes to mass
Cast by his bust of elvis
He's got a big red ax
He's got that big red ax
Her sister, she's a wicken
She's trying to draw me in
She's got her bag of candy
She's got that ocher grin
She's got that ocher grin
Mother, she burned down the kitchen
She always stays inside
She's got three different names
For her three different sides
For her three different sides
For her three different sides
Her daddy's a fireworker
His son a police man
They slashed my tires up
They're waiting by the van
They're waiting by the van
Her daddy's a fireworker
He always goes to mass
Cast by his bust of Elvis
He's got that big red ax
He's got that big red ax
He's got that big red ax
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Teflon Omelette
02:31
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That burnt teflon omelette was the very last straw
Pushed with a needle to the back of both the camel's eyes
Struck blind? Trust a straw man designed by committee
Oh shut my mouth, I'm mixing truisms and useless advice!
Useless advice!
Useless advice!
Useless advice!
Useless advice!
Would you care to deep-throat my display of concern?
Cause I'm preemptively relating all your fears to my life
I'll blurt an obnoxious anecdote out before it's my turn
Oh shut my mouth, I'm mixing memories and self-told lies!
They're mostly lies!
They're mostly lies!
They're mostly lies!
They're mostly lies!
Now's the time, now's the time
To talk of many things
Like why the seas boil
And the pigs have wings
That must be nice --
That must be nice!
Is that the East or the West Witch at your heel?
Are you the Real Alice? Is that how you feel
That must be nice --
That must be nice!
That burnt teflon omelette was the very last straw
Pushed with a needle to the back of both the camel's eyes
Struck blind? Trust a straw man designed by committee
Oh shut my mouth, I'm mixing truisms and useless advice!
Useless advice!
Useless advice!
Useless advice!
Useless advice!
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Not at all -- Not at all Natural!
Not at all, blue lipstick lies and
Not at all -- Not at all Natural!
Not at all, blue lipstick lies and
Not at all natural --
Blue Lipstick Lies and Voodoo
If you buy me that drink you'll have to drive me home
And if you touch me that way you won't sleep alone
I've seen vampires drink whiskey and vermouth
I've seen witches brew vodka and cranberry juice
While the prophets burn bushes and lay on the roof
And the demons smoke rocks hot with one hundred proof
So answer my question, tell the truth
What kind of unholy creature are you?
Not at all -- Not at all Natural!
Not at all, blue lipstick lies and
Not at all -- Not at all Natural!
Not at all, blue lipstick lies and
Not at all natural --
Blue Lipstick Lies and Voodoo
She'll bite your neck until it bleeds
And vanish with the blood still on her teeth
And I don't know just where she goes
But I'm pale from my eyes down to my toes
So answer my question, tell the truth
What kind of unholy creature are you?
Not at all -- Not at all Natural!
Not at all, blue lipstick lies and
Not at all -- Not at all Natural!
Not at all, blue lipstick lies and
Not at all natural --
Blue Lipstick Lies and Voodoo
If you buy me that drink you'll have to drive me home
And if you touch me that way you won't sleep alone
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Bulleit Bourbon
02:25
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I've got the cure for your shakes
Two eggs and flat beer piss
So shake out your stains, re-soak your brain
This ain't the one that you wanna miss
Tornado Dan will dance and sing
Of horses and cocaine
Whatever you need, this rogue's gallery
Has something for your pain
My friends are good for two things
Singing loud and getting lit
Bulleit Bourbon, thicker than paint
That's some quality shit right there--
That's some quality shit!
Wild Joe is gonna blow
The dough he saved for rent
The band on tour gets the couch and floor
Til they remember where the band van went
We're diving in so bring your gills
Bring your statements, bring your bills
Its gonna be the most reckless bonfire
They've ever seen in these hills
My friends are good for two things
Singing loud and getting lit
Bulleit Bourbon, thicker than paint
That's some quality shit right there--
That's some quality shit!
That ain't the sun that's coming up
It's the moon in disguise
And if I'm nodding off on you
Pour whiskey in my eyes
I can't stand up, I can't sit down
My guts are in the sink
For fear of giving up the ghost
We're not allowed to sleep
My friends are good for two things
Feeding the beast and getting bit
Bulleit bourbon, thicker than paint
That's some quality shit right there--
Bulleit bourbon, thicker than paint
That's some quality shit right there--
Bulleit bourbon, thicker than paint
That's some quality shit right there--
That's some quality shit!
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5. |
Captain Hindsight
03:53
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Fat Jack bled out of his nose
And lit a garbage fire on the big house boat
Oil and flames lit across the water
In the wide black eyes of the postman's daughter
The cops searched with with their headlights
But some bikers found him out in the middle of the night
Buried in the sand at four AM
Tequila bottle locked in his cold dead hands
So sad that he died, a legend in his time
Could have turned it around if he just could have found some
Meaning out of life, hero in hindsight
A legend in his time
Suman was a genius
No revelation was enough
Great black beard and cosmic sight
He was an alchemist of the endless light
Molecule upon molecule
He slaved to forge the perfect brew
When he found the formulaic key
Divine beings came to set him free
So sad that he died, a legend in his time
Could have turned it around if he just could have found some
Meaning out of life, hero in hindsight
A legend in his time
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Take It Slow
03:03
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You make me want to bite my lip until it bleeds
My soul is on the table come on baby eat
Extricate my sacred heart and once the hole is sewn
We'll let the blood dry and we can take it slow
Oh she wants to take it slow
I'll show you all the secrets that an old soul knows
Oh yeah and we can move real slow
I'll use your hands
Whenever you're alone
We've been coming back forever and you seem to know
That the fire in my blood is also in your own
This ain't the first time we've gone to the ground
Since the beginning our spirits have been spinning around
Oh she wants to take it slow
I'll show you all the secrets that an old soul knows
Oh yeah and we can move real slow
I'll use your hands
Whenever you're alone
Oh she wants to take it slow
I'll show you all the secrets that an old soul knows
Oh yeah and we can move real slow
I'll use your hands
Whenever you're alone
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Cult of the Mutant Sheep
02:38
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Kick down the door
You've got the wrong ideas
But so much to prove - so fuck it
We're all behind you
Bah-bah-bah follow the leader!
Bah-bah-bah follow the leader!
He's got the whitest - the whitest teeth
Bah-bah-bah follow the leader!
Bah-bah-bah follow the leader!
Cult of the mutant -- the mutant sheep!
They stuck a knife in Jung
And Freud's been buying up guns
He's started shooting at the taco truck
His step daddy really didn't like him much, so
Bah-bah-bah follow the leader!
Bah-bah-bah follow the leader!
He's got the whitest - the whitest teeth
Bah-bah-bah follow the leader!
Bah-bah-bah follow the leader!
Cult of the mutant -- the mutant sheep!
One, two, three and four
Give me the whole store, I want the whole store
One, two, three and four
Give me the whole store, I want the whole store
One, two, three and four
Bah-bah-bah follow the leader!
Bah-bah-bah follow the leader!
He's got the whitest - the whitest teeth
Bah-bah-bah follow the leader!
Bah-bah-bah follow the leader!
Cult of the mutant -- the mutant sheep!
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Social Climber
04:33
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All is moving as one
The trees are our heaving lungs
Hold your soul to the sky
For the stars are our flesh
Square your feet to the earth
And stand tall on our bones
Pull yourself a little higher
A little higher than the rest
How far can you see
Now that you've got your hooks in me?
She's a social climber
A bright-eyed other and a two-tongued liar
Social Climber
Ride your rocket from the earth to the Ursa Minor
Social climber
Weird-eyed other with the green eye-liner
Social Climber
Ride your rocket from the earth to the Ursa Minor
So stop with the charade
Because I can't pretend anymore
That I don't know who you are
Because I've met you before
Unwind your mind
Let it slip back into its molten core
Beneath the smile of a survivor
I'd like to see a little more
Lust and heat, writhe and speak
A tongue that's caught in Lilith's teeth
Writhe and speak, lust and heat
A tongue that's caught in Lilith's teeth
The owl knows much about this world
She sees very far
She catches quick and timid souls
Who stumble in the dark
False reason is her nightly cloak
And baseless fear her claw
She scatters the rats scurrying
From ridicule and law
Lust and heat, writhe and speak
A tongue that's caught in Lilith's teeth
Writhe and speak, lust and heat
A tongue that's caught in Lilith's teeth
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The Bad Larrys Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
The Bad Larrys are a five piece proto-punk & psych-surf band based in Philadelphia PA. The quintet’s sound combines a love of classic surf rock and storytelling with the raw power of pre-punk rock and roll.
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