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I left my CD's in the car.
I, uh, hope they don't get wet.
Hey, uh, did the captain call?
Or, uh, did he forget?
I left all my windows open
and I might need a ride
How much is the vacuum?
The one on the side
The hail comes down in Toledo
I hope I don't get wet
Will the music work?
I can't find out yet
I left all my windows open
and I might need a ride
How much is the vacuum?
The one on the side
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Chicken Drugs
04:12
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Krem of the crop
My brown jug baby
Lay me out to dry
Just leave the bottle
I'll pour it myself
Don't leave me here
Getting weird takin' chicken drugs
I like drinking, but is there more to life?
I don't know
I'm the chicken checker
Cause I check the chicken
Can't you see my mouth?
I'm not the best around
So don't count me out
I'm sitting in my car
Don't distaste the mound
Face the growing growth
It's getting thicker
We're all getting stuck
Afraid to make a mess
Is it time to change?
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Nostalgia Trips
03:07
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I don't mind walking in the pouring rain
As long as my hand's next to yours
I can't swim; I can't run away from my frantic brain
Time to open up closed doors
We met up on that pier
Cheese fries at Tony's Grill
Played ring toss and won you a prize
That look, melted in your eyes
Got drinks at Johnnie's Bar
Motorhead was playing overhead
Arguing over which was best
Space Ghost or Johnny Quest
Got a flat on Route 3
Called my dad to ask him how
Took 2 hours, I stripped the screws
It's all good cause you brought the booze
Looking back on your porch
You waved so long, waved goodbye
I can still see you there
That night gets me thru those rainy days
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Open The Gates
05:09
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Open the gates and open your ass
Get ready for my snake to blast
Never seen a more perfect ass
Get on your knees while I thrust real fast
Gape that hole for my demon
Pull open that slit for my semen
On fire boiling hot creamin'
Degraded on your face, it's streaming
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5. |
Transition #74
00:11
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(Instrumental)
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Patrick BATEMAN
02:41
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Comparing business cards with my so-called friends
Killing bums in alleyways
Keeping up with latest trends
Huey Lewis says that "he don't care"
He says "Cause it's hip to be square"
Got a head in my fridge
And a lock of hair in my pocket
And bodies in bags draped in my closet
Evelyn doesn't know what's going on
Listening to classics all night long
Running naked with my chainsaw raging
Exfoliation keeps my skin from again
ATM says feed me a stray cat
Eggshell with Romalian type is where it's at
I have to return some videotapes
One thousand sit ups, gotta stay in shape
Got a lunch meeting with Cliff Huxtable
Here's to hoping it goes well
Need a reservation at Dorsia
Maybe you've never heard of me
I'm a 27 year old business man
Those who know me, call me Patrick Bateman
It's hip to be square
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Veal Marsala
02:32
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(Instrumental)
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8. |
Riff City
02:14
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Riff City gonna kick your ass
Goin' Riff City gonna need a bath
If you come down, you gotta know
It's the fucking place the people go
Riff City
Riff City
Riffs are hot and always smokin'
Paying the toll you need a token
Shit's getting real when you see the lights
And you know Riff City's rockin'…all…night
Riff City
Riff City
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Why am I the dick
Who fucks it all up
I'm a giant bug
Locked in my room
I don't even see you
I don't even know you
I don't want to look
But my brain fucking makes me
I'm not gonna stop by
I don't want your juice
Can't you see I'm in pain
All the money, down the drain
And I can't see my dreams
You make it worse
Must change
So stop being such a fucking cunt
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"Don Juan in Hell"
05:00
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I'm a mess, can't you see what I am
Crystalline eyes, I don't know what to do
Caught on the coast and alone on the hill
Born from the pouch of a mystical kangaroo
Sucking on your garbage, all is silver smoke
I try to live in a world of sad lavender
Manchurins prance in
Legends writ to break the curse
Every spell has a price, unpaid
My barrel of Wizard Juice is all but dregs
And destined to die on the Hills of Creeg
Wishing I hadn't wasted my time with you
Tossed across the waters
Left to fend for myself
A friend to you, I am, The Wizard
First verse in the Book of False Truths
Carrying the torch of Aquarian Pearl
Died in the age of Deemis the First
Kronned in the pond on Borger Day
Betwixt shards of diamond blade
Sucking on your garbage, all is silver smoke
I try to live in a world of sad lavender
Manchurins prance in
Legends writ to break the curse
Every spell had a price, unpaid
My barrel of Wizard Juice was all but dregs
Ready to die on the Peak of Creeg
Lost anew in immortality
Long ago, in the age of Creegis Philoneus, the dimpled son of Hegrath was born 20 years before the first Borger Day. Tironos rowed his raft across the turquoise waters, in a fashion only a nine foot-by-no-inch praying mantis could muster. His basket full of warm soft pretzels spilled upon the sienna shore. A voice called out, "No salt for thine pretzels! Only sand doth don the dough!" Said Tironos, "It gets everywhere!" "Halt your triangle lips and watch this!" POOF. From that day forward, all the townsfolk of Hegrath rejoice in the merriment of twistied baked goods. For when the Wizard cast his spell, the pretzels snapped straight as if they were alive. The sand was banished back to the beach from whence it came. On this first Borger Day, the Wizard's life began, and yay, began to end. Like a furnace consuming coal, his magic was fueled by the incessant nagging of the folk. Likewise, as a pot upon a stove, his vermillion lifeblood began to boil as well. Casting a curse upon Tironos, he destroyed the massive mantis. And the people rejoiced for no reason! So now, Borger Day will forever be on the morrow...
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Forced Abandonment Records New Jersey
Forced Abandonment Records is a small DIY punk, hardcore, noise, and in between record label from New Jersey specializing in releasing what we like. Est. 2015.
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