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KIND-OF-A-NIGHTMARE MAN
03:16
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he might wear a bib like a shirt with no pants
he might wear your skin like a surgical mask
he might wear all velcro, he might wear tan
he's kind-of-a-nightmare, man
he has frightened the neighbors with his weed whacker act
he has threatened his friends and at least three of his cats
he’s attempting to shave with an industrial fan
he’s kind-of-a-nightmare, man
go goodnight, go to bed
no good nights for nightmare men
well, he thinks he’ll be better if he just takes a nap
now he’s feeding his lover red fire ant sand
he says that he’s doing the best that he can
but he’s kind-of-a-nightmare, man
kind-of-a-nightmare man
kind-of-a-nightmare man
go goodnight, go to bed
no good nights for nightmare men
i can’t understand the whole jekyll-hyde act
i stare in a mirror and he’s starting right back
i throw him a jab and it bloodies my hand
i am kind-of-a-nightmare man
kind-of-a-nightmare man
kind-of-a-nightmare man
go goodnight, go to bed
no good nights for nightmare men
kind-of-a-nightmare man
kind-of-a-nightmare man
go to bed, go goodnight
don’t forget your nightmare light
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bury my body in murray, kentucky
that’s where i wanna go when i die
carry me, baby, to terrapin, honey
and just leave me there...
hell, tim won’t mind
or maybe make a marionette of my body
instrument cables and fishing line
pose me like a permanent “high five me, buddy!”
and i’ll be a dummy...
the kids won’t mind
actually burn me in murray, kentucky
and churn-up my ashes in pinecone wine
drink of my body and suck it up bloody
or spit it out funny...
hell, i won’t mind
just bury my body in murray, kentucky
bury my body in murray, kentucky
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here’s where we stay, here’s where we sleep
here’s their four cats and parakeet
they planned a morning run for me
well, that don’t sound so fun to me
that don’t sound so fun to me
i’m done with this podunkery
some dude tried to fuck with me
well, that don’t sound so fun to me
no, that don’t sound so fun to me
here’s where we play, here’s what we eat
here’s who is too stoned to even speak
he asked to borrow drums from me
no, that don’t sound so fun to me
here’s who you know, here’s who you meet
here’s where you watch the door guy bleed
when he trips on his own two feet
hell, that don’t sound so fun to me
that don’t sound so fun to me
that just sounds like dumb TV
and then someone orders rum for me
well, that don’t sound so fun to me
that don’t sound so fun to me
here’s the last day, here’s the last drink
here’s the last of all our free weed
or you could save a bud for me
but that don’t sound so fun to me
that don’t sound so fun to me
and i ain’t trying to be mean
they wanna show a gun to me
and that don’t sound so fun to me
that don’t sound so fun to me
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they made a word for us in prussian
i can’t recall it anymore
they may have heard choruses cussing
i can’t take all the credit for it...
here comes a five billion strong gang war
hear the five million walls it shakes
hear them fire-up and turn to vapor
i hear that five minutes is all it takes
my inconsiderate, inconspicuous lover
we understudy the performance
the play goes long, we hate it now
we’re gonna gussie-up these floorboards
we’ll play along, we take a bow...
we pray for heaven on a bender
we count the sand and think god hears
we wait forever for our bartender
two-thousand-and-umpteen-odd years
of inconsiderate, inconspicuous lovers
goodnight, old lords, we hardly knew ye
ain’t no one here to say no prayers for
i hide and store grandmother’s jewelry
that’s what i scored grandfather’s tears for...
come watch the angels fly and meet me
all my dead lovers hold my hand
some of them fancy i’ve been sneaky
all of the others know i am
an inconsiderate, inconspicuous lover
an inconsiderate, inconspicuous lover
and i'm your lover
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SUMMER US (SOME OF US)
01:55
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none of us could fall asleep
but all of us were tired
four of us took cocaine while
one of us took a shower
we all had hawaiian shirts
and some of us were smoking
one of us sang “wuthering heights”
at last night’s karaoke
none of us had bites to eat
but all of us had coffee
and sangria and tequila
and a couple old milwaukees
one of us kids was picking fights
one of us kids was glowing
one of us kissed the christmas lights
at last night’s cosmic bowling
and yes, one of us was crying
as the closing act was opening
and then all of us were laughing
at our last-night/welcome-home thing
home is road, our home is road
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brother, you’re not my friend
oh brother, no brother
you’re not my friend
i here am at my wits end
my brother, oh brother
you’re not my friend
i ain’t got time to spend, my brother
on shit that i can’t defend to our mother
yeah i’ll love you till the end, my brother
but brother, you’re not my friend
sister, you ain’t my pal
aw sister, naw sister
you ain’t my pal
sister, if you can’t tell
that i’m pissed then you’re
missing the point as hell
yeah i’m ‘bout to lose my shit, my sister
cuz i’m good and sick of this bullshit here
and we can split this pall mall, my sister
but sister, you ain’t my pal
lover, you ain’t my love
oh lover, no lover
you ain’t my love
we gave it a shot once
my lover, and once
was just once too much
and yeah i still got this big crush, my lover
and all that and such and such, you motherfucker
and i’m dumb but not that dumb, my lover
no lover, you aren’t my love
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THE BAND BREAKS-UP AGAIN
03:39
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i am punching the ghost of my father
i have landed in mud
i am drinking a toast with my mother
i am spiking the punch
i am tearing the chandelier down to eye-level
no one here gives a fuck
zoomie’s getting the band back together, my brother
you owe me twenty bucks
when the band breaks-up again
and we all gotta go home
i hope it’s you i’m hanging with
at the end of my rope
smoking a smoke with my brother
there’s nothing else to smoke
i am going for broke with my lover
there’s nowhere else to go
i am swearing i left all our dope in your peacoat
no one has any drugs
zoomie’s getting the band back together tomorrow
tonight, we’re getting drunk
when the band breaks-up again
and we all gotta go home
i hope it’s you i’m hanging with
at the end of my rope
when the band breaks-up again
it’s the end of all we know
i hope you drive me a hard bargain
and right off of the road
when the band break-up again
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