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Game On, Steve!
01:26
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Soul Proprietor
01:48
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Grim Reaper Steve wants to take my soul
But all I've got left is this empty hole
I sold it to the devil for some rock'n'roll
And a fancy, golden fiddle some hillbilly stole
The devil got the chills and tried to sell it back
'Cause my heart is like my soul in a shroud of black
But I don't need a stinkin' soul anymore
So, I took it on down to the ol' pawn store
But then my soul patch was just for show
And cultural appropriation is just no
With Hot Buttered Soul, a little Isaac Hayes
Is a better return than the devil pays
So, with my guitar, it can't be denied
I grew a new soul from right inside
And I got a new suit so I'm lookin' all sharp
Dirty Pat Walsh plays a really mean harp.
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Y2K
03:16
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2000 years with your head in your ass
Countin' down the days 'til the torch gets passed
The end of the world's just around the bend
Absolving all your sins right before the end
Gonna die in the Y2K now
Waitin' on the Man to come and take it away now
Silver haired molester, fertilize the lawn
Whatcha gonna do when the ruse is gone?
Countin' down the days 'til the Savior comes
Another 1000 years sitting on your thumb
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Triple Meat Glaze
02:25
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Won't you take me higher?
Take me higher to the next phase
Won't you take me higher?
I need that Triple Meat Glaze
Spread it on me, on me, well alright!
Spread it on me, shooby doo wah
100,000 miles above the sky
Lives an army of undead that just won't die
It's hard to make it rain when it's sunny
Kill yourself and give me your money
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(From what I can remember...)
Buy us a pious scent, he meant
By us a pie-assed sentiment
By us a biased scented meant
By us, a pious sentiment
Thank you for the perfume, baby
Jesus, for the perfume, baby
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My Secret Life
03:24
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Metamorphosis in a phone booth on the darker side of the road
Verily, verily and forsooth, rise under a heavy load
A-pluckin' the cosmic banjo with a couple of grubby hands
One hand solo in Harry's son's Ford goes exactly as I planned
No one knows about my secret life
I'm fighting crime in the sky
I'm telling you 'cause I trust you and I know you'll toe the line
'Cause I know your thoughts before you do every second and all the time
Grind your Pappy to a stump, wipe the smile off your Mama's face
Nice suit, man. But mine's the trump, and I'll vanish without a trace
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Feel the Magick
03:24
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Gimme what you got
Gimme everything, baby
Gonna feel the magick
Gonna feel it again, now
Satan wants to sell me my soul back
Satan wants to sell me my soul back right now
Father Satan man
Lucifer man
Beelzebub man
Mephisto man, now
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Fully Down
04:23
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I can barely see your face through the smoke in the air
Swirling shaft of sun strikes the strands of your hair
Glassy eyes hover like a flight of stares
You're not fully baked when your middle's rare
You're not fully down when you're halfway down
I can still see your face so we're not quite there
You can pack it again while I pack in the spare
Donor lips on hose 'til nobody dares
Nights when "holy smokes" becomes its own prayer
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Herr Pie
02:51
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Ja, das is richtig. Ich bin Herr Pie
Portly and mean with the mind of a child
Acrylic sheen of a toupee gone wild
Leather short dude with a bratwurst sized lump
He reads the news while he's having a dump
He's having a dump!
He drives into town and he drives back again
Jotting it down with a cheap ballpoint pen
Sweats like a cow on his way up the stairs
Wonders 'bout how his pants come in pairs
His pants come in pairs!
Here comes Herr Pie now, hey now
Little midget man comin' at you now
100 miles an hour runnin' fast
Runnin' fast, fast, fast, fast, fast little man
Look behind you!
Look behind your shoulder, here he comes!
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Hey Dude!
04:16
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Dude ain't got no legs
Hey Dude, where did your legs go?
Hey Dude, you'd think that you would know?
In his air car, nothing affects him
Primitive technology neglects him
It's of alien design from the crater at the back of the creek
He's doing fine but sooner or later he'll sharpen a stick
A million miles an hour above us
A million times an hour he'll love us
He'll kick a hole a thousand miles wide in the crack of your ass
With his cosmic foot now, so knock off the sass
Don't give him sass.
Hey Dude, do you have something to hide?
Hey Dude, or did you suck them inside?
Do, do, do, do, Dude and his legs, Dude and his legs, Dude and his legs now are soon separated like candy from a baby or a fool and his money, do, do, do doot do. He was a surfer boy used to live down in LA, la, la, la, la, la all right. Used to ride. Used to ride around now on a surfboard on top of the waves, on top of the world, on top of the situation, lookin' at the ladies down on the beach then a Great White Shark came up behind him and bit his legs off, stupid son of a bitch should have had himself a harpoon gun or a big fishing net or something that would fend the shark off, but he didn't and now the Dude, Dude, Dude doesn't, doesn't, doesn't have any legs now. He came apart at the seams.
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Hemispheric Glider, fer sure!
Cut a hole in the base of your skull, oh yeah
Plug the hole with your stubby li'l pud, oh yeah
'Til the love comes sluicing down and the good times are around!
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12. |
Immolation Time 2004
03:27
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13. |
Idiot Farm, 2005 v1
04:34
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Baby Doll
03:25
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15. |
Drones
02:26
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17. |
Wiggler!?! vs You
02:15
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18. |
Emphatic Superlatives
01:51
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I can't find them right now, and I can't remember what I sang. I'll update this when I can.
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Loyal Nation hear the call
And rally forth one and all
We bring thunder to make you dance
You will chunder or fill your pants
'Cause we're a dumb punk band with a smart manifesto and we stand before you with our fingers in the air
And we're running out of time for this damned revolution 'cause we're getting pretty old, but we still grow hair
Rally forth, the time has come
To stand with us and shake your bum
Stand and fight, and we stand with you
Your ass askance and pants askew
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20. |
Dickhammer
02:27
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