1. |
Locker
01:52
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i want to prove my potential
i can’t fill out my credentials
force my little hand don’t be gentle
dare me to lift up my pencil
bountiful chest
salve for the zest
gimme no rest
wanna be pressed
god to my priest
rise with the yeast
built like a beast
built for the feast
when i am a tactless talker
shower me in your slobber
kick me with cleats like we’re soccer
i beg you to stuff me in the locker
stuff me in the stuff me in the locker
crush me like a can
i don’t think you can
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what’s at the edge of this abyss
cash your check and get your kiss
do it all or be dismissed
“bluffs steals the stage and sings the hits”
all your passions become assignments
never for pleasure only consignment
riding the wave is reserved for poseidon
inherit that height to scale the horizon
all your passions become assignments
never for pleasure only consignment
every wheel in perfect alignment
arrive at your wake perfectly compliant
perished lonesome every hour
someone asked to uproot the flower
someone asked to climb up the tower
never wanted to be so sour
won’t honor your campaign
so honor their carelessness
don’t want you to live
into your hairlessness
all your passions become assignments
never for pleasure only consignment
i wanna hitch his head to the hydrant
i wanna hit your hind with my trident
all your passions become assignments
never for pleasure only consignment
knock every wheel right from alignment
wrestle at your wake perfectly defiant
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3. |
The Mile
01:34
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just ran the mile
now the whole class smells
it’s just my style
sing at this decibel
my stomach bile
will drown you in the well
coins in the nile
coins in the prison cell
defender absentee
i’ll be on the marquee
still disperse the debris
pay me and i’ll agree
you won’t grow old with me
just ran the mile
now the whole class smells
it’s just my style
sing at this decibel
my stomach bile
will drown you in the well
coins in the nile
coins in the prison cell
brain
got the grudge so now he wants to gain
deserved blame only pursuit is pain
worried that he cannot be contained
leash comes off and he’ll revive the reign
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i get tagged from the tower
by this sour spotlight
egged on sight
when I’m not tight
i’m a suburban house on mischief night
did you do your homework? potent creep touch
did you do your homework? i don’t sleep much
did you do your homework? every nightmare
did you do your homework? beg to a blank stare
your career only thrives from the climb
mic’d up moderate mime
the way they serve you up it’s a crime
shaken, never stirred with the lyme
i feel the ticks on my brain
on my brain matter,
what does it matter
what does it matter
roll me on the slab as i get flatter faster
(did you do your homework?)
performer! performer! get your plans in order
most delight to be drawn and quartered
disorder! disorder! the weakest supporter
picking off the peasants as they storm the border
laughter! laughter! this is your last chapter
fucked from the start cause you aimed to be captor
plaster caster of your task master
whose only pending promise is horrific hereafter
did you do your homework? potent creep touch
did you do your homework? i don’t sleep much
did you do your homework? every nightmare
did you do your homework? beg to a blank stare
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5. |
My Lesson Plan
02:16
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"safe and satisfied
with the stalemate
mounting threat of militance
as i massage my prostate
teacher no teaching
leaves pupils unpolished
no bones for bleeding
no compound demolished"
laugh at the lesson
laugh at the plan
you’ve got bad questions
stale piss the pan
“don’t think we should talk about it
hey! in the classroom”
write reverent write quieter
to put you on a pedestal
born from the proprietor
of this foul festival
it’s always a comment
but never any action
limp, left lagging,
poor dissatisfaction
“don’t think we should talk about it
hey! in the classroom”
swept from the bathroom
swept with the last broom
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6. |
show (and also tell)
00:35
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hey do you think i should show my bones
i don't think that you should really tell me
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7. |
Mourning Announcements
02:43
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run it’s course
shot the source
fearsome force
like his daddy gets a divorce
first off i’m
dreaming wild
i don’t think my heart’s stopped pounding
then it’s dead
sharp turn mild
mourning comes with no announcing
run it back
up the aisle
don’t you know i feel astounding
none of me
made the mile
never time but who the hell’s been counting
i can drop you like a pervert
made no plans to ever revert
aimlessly hang in high alert
bad material at the concert
sing
you don’t think about me i don’t think about you
you don’t think about me i don’t think about you
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8. |
I'll Wait!
01:02
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i'll wait
your grade not mine
idle till the end of time
to the point that it's definite
rest slow to your detriment
moon come back to me
everything's so lonely in the daytime
in this sun i cannot shine
when it's dark i sing like a wind chime
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9. |
worm worm apple worm
01:19
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worm worm apple worm
draw the line and make it firm
apple apple worm apple
nobody left no demon to grapple
worm worm apple worm
see the end and start to squirm
apple apple worm apple
come to worship in your finest chapel
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10. |
Bully
01:33
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buy me enough gasoline
to transport me beyond the pale
rub the sand on my shoulders
ready me to tip the scale
i’ll be regarded under bated breath
and never have to lift the veil
a saint anointed for one
who will diamond decorate my entrails
i’ll be your bully
i’ll fracture fully
a leg, don’t pull me
i’ll be your bully
shock me in the scrimmage
a hunk of bad intent
never scrambled for the spinach
no reason to resent
skullgreymon
you’ve pushed me too hard
i feel it in my veins
feel the glass split to shard
i’ll be your bully
i’ll fracture fully
a leg, don’t pull me
i’ll be your bully
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I am the arbiter
of who gets fed today
these are all of my litter
i have to turn away
my thumb goes up
goes down
i am the bottom line
police the will of the board
i’m cursing my bloodline
if i keep lowering my sword
(my thumb goes up
goes down)
stick it to the source
of course there’s combat
don’t you ever force that put that on me
(evvy shark)
the sun comes up goes down
all of the leftovers get thrown out
and the dogs will eat better tonight
than the kids who come up just pennies shy
i put on my hairnet daily
and i keep a keen eye on the pin numbers going crazy
my thumb goes down
i am fed up gonna throw down
(my thumb goes up
goes down)
stick it to the source
of course there’s combat
don’t you ever force that put that on me
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my baby hates me he calls the police
last days arrive soon through this pale pastiche
he’s obsolete he’s a mad microfiche
command the classroom but no practice what he preach
let’s open up this pit in my belly
pushed to present you as my pillar
there’s nothing left you can tell me
that hasn’t already turned me into a killer
you’re boring to your best friends
and boring to your enemies
not willing to make amends
no matter the amenities
i hate you
alarm me
don't hold on
in me for long
promise
you'll kill me
by the end of
this song
my baby hates me he calls the police
last days arrive soon through this pale pastiche
he’s obsolete he’s your mad microfiche
he’s grown too big now i unhook his leash
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