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45
02:23
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You’ve got a dog whistle in your microphone
And every time you speak it blows
Venom in your saliva
A snake selling snake oil oh oh oh
Here stands the Great Divider
We’re split wider than the Gulf of Mexico
The Great Oxidizer
Cuz everything you touch rusts oh oh oh
The loudest often ain’t the wisest
And that’s the truth, that’s the truth
Rather ride shotgun with a pilot
Drunk on 192 proof
On a 4-day quaaludes bender
Plus ether, meth and blow
Than take a Cessna to
Mar-a-La Mar-a-Lago
Inhale deep, inhale deep
Each fresh day you inhale deep
Every day, every day
New ways to be led astray
Brace yourself each fresh day
Brand new lows, a whole array
Netherworld lows to reach
The death of civility
45 head blows
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Touristic
03:01
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I’m roaming like a buffalo
With a footprint that’s twentyfold
And a Bible called The Lonely Planet
That always tells me where to go
Maybe we can go to the temple
Drink the wisdom that’s been passed down the years
I could go for a spiritual experience
After maybe 4 or 5 beers
All the sunburnt tourists
Waiting out the rain
Watching Tribbiani over and over and over again
All the brave little tourists
Modern pioneers
Taking selfies they’ll be ashamed of in seven years
Ahh take me to the ashram
Maybe I can clear my head
And if I’m not awakened in the ashram
I’ll get a good photo instead
Cuz I’m addicted to amenities
And I have been since I could crawl
Ya I’m a sad-ass motherfucker
Who doesn’t know anything at all
All the orange tourists
Behind the resort walls
Drinking margaritas garlanded with parasols
And humanitourists
Don’t forget your name
You lay cement for two weeks, doesn’t make you Ghanaian (gaa-nei-uhn)
Wanderlust
Let’s put the “lust” in wanderlust
All the rugged tourists
Braving the terrain
Going seven days without a single frappé
All the cruising tourists
Docking at the bay
Grab your little trinket
Back on deck, call it a day
All us eager tourists
Not all that unique
One thing we have in common
Can’t seem to find what we seek, what we seek
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Snake
02:34
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Holding up a snake
In my online profile
What the fuck makes me so interesting cuz I’m holding up a snake?
Got a big bear head
Hanging on my wall
Taxidermied beasts instead of wallpaper
Make me feel like I got big balls
Want to fuck the fake
Turn down the fake dial
But the fake frequencies are so pleasing to the ears of the fakeophiles
Sometimes I wonder
Am I just what I revile?
Everybody I condemn am I as bad as them?
So much of the same of the same of the same
All talk the same talk the same talk the same
Just a little lame
Time to shut ya off
So much of the same of the same of the same
All talk the same talk the same talk the same
Just a little tame
Time to shut ya off
I like dogs
I also like food
Fuck makes you so interesting cuz you like dogs and food?
Feeling curmudgeonly
Towards human animals
With their little dog ears and their little dog snouts, it’s all so dull, so dull, so dull
So much of the same of the same of the same
All talk the same talk the same talk the same
Just a little lame
Time to shut ya off
So much of the same of the same of the same
All talk the same talk the same talk the same
Just a little tame
Time to switch ya off
Mix self-indulgence and veiled self-praise
With narcissism in a bouillabaisse
Bring it to a boil and slurp it all day
Throw in some carrots and yum yum yum
If I had to vote for the 45th president
Or fuck a goat
I’d fuck that goat so good he would want to elope
Han shot first
I don’t give a damn
Whether Han shot first or second or his gun fucking jammed
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Bloggers
02:21
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Behind a wooden podium, I would shrink away
I would swallow all my vowels, I would swallow all my rage
An invisible podium, I’m so loud and brave
I’m the loudest, I’m the proudest, I’m the loudest on the page
Got so many enemies, smilin’ at ‘em daily
Try and scowl at them but the scowl won’t show
So I throw on my pyjamas and I hit the caps lock
My multitude of enemies, my enemies will know
Nothing like an exclamation, exclamation
Got buckets of mud I can rub your face in
Ain’t a statement if it’s not an exclamation
Where’s my chorus? Where’s my chorus?
Nothing like an exclamation, exclamation
Under anonymity of cyberspace and
Diatribe it’s easier than education
With no face I’ve lost my moorings
When my face it does not show
I increase in size tenfold
A one-man tornado
And I blow and I blow and I blow
Hey I’m just a citizen, just an individual
Just a human being who is speaking his mind
Hey I’ve got a T4, got a gym membership
Bona fide piece of shit, one of a kind
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200
04:21
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Anarchists they like to groan
But give them real anarchy and they'll cry and moan
Just a sham indulgence, hippiedom on loan
Cuz off come the dreadlocks and back on come the shoes
And by 35 they're firmly voting blue
Chalk it up as a lark like the Sanskrit tattoo
Incredible
Inedible
Is it credible?
Inedible
Silent majority's growing so vocal
Grew from a hush to 200 decibels
To a sound that shatters windows
And now we look out through the pane, freshly exposed
Shards in our hair and scrapes on our foot soles
Seems our flag it's riddles with holes
Incredible
Inedible
Is it credible?
Inedible
Hey
If I'm backwards inclined
Long as I've got a pulse I've got my say
And maybe I'll just freeze time
I've got a pulse, I've got my say
Crimson paint on your yellow line
I'll gladly reverse everything
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