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Bank Account Anxiety
04:24
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Bank account anxiety
Every time I check
It’s all work, all work
It makes me really upset
Now my rents rising
And I eat bullshit for food
I’m bad luck, bad luck
And there’s nothing to do
Once I had dreams
Where now it’s dollar signs
I’m fucked, I’m fucked
I’m miserable inside
Drain on society
Like a ball and chain
I’m stuck, I’m stuck
And here I go again
God it’s so fucked
Bank account anxiety
Here let me count the ways
That I’m fucked, I’m fucked
It’s never going away
Make it up and lie to me
My life until it ends
More work, more work
Oh here I go again
There’s no future for us
So go and get all you got
There’s nothing left cause
Somebody’s taken it all
God we’re so fucked
It’s bank account anxiety
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2. |
Total Existence Failure
04:32
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I’m the king of cultural waste
On a franchised throne
All across the space
That binds the world
The time for the rope has come to pass
Hanging in the streets I’m a hero at last
But you can’t hurt me - I’m the lead in this story
And I’m never going away
Like fire - I burn
Such a bright light
burn
Like a fire - I burn
Such a bright light
burn
No more light - I’m a black hole
No more bright light
Burned
Dead Light
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Whatever you’re feeling, feeling’s of a child
Corrupted memories, grown up and died
It’s always been the same, from existence to now
Picked over and over again, golden calf’s a cow
Remember the good times, I don’t miss em at all
I’ve already lived through this, once was enough
You see, I’ve been here before but it’s gone
There’s nobody left cause everybody moved on
Bought in, aged out, or died down like a fire
I’m living the proof but I feel like a liar
Now I’m wide eyed
Blind, one eye
Wide, one eye
Blind, one
Eye
Beats me beet red like a drum
I don’t feel anything I just get to be numb
Poor me, oh I keep changing my mind
On a möbius trip for the rest of my life, right?
Now I’m wide eyed
Blind, one eye
Wide, one eye
Blind, one
Eye
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4. |
Hypnic Jerk
02:03
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Well I can’t read the news
And I can’t watch TV
Can’t stand these voices
Talking on and on to me
I’m my therapist’s shrink
And man, she’s got a lot to say
I never get in a word
But I still get to pay
All this talk about shit
That keeps bringing me down
All these little nightmares
Always waiting to be found
There’s a voice in my head
That’s lurking’ round like a twin
So now I’m never alone
Even in my own skin
Can’t have any peace
No silence when I’m around
All these little nightmares
Only waiting to be found
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5. |
Crypto Fash
04:03
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6. |
Between Cults
05:27
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It’s bad
Bad news from outer space
It looks like God has dumped us
Our planet’s being erased
We’ve all come to the slaughter
Like a massive drove of pigs
Fattened up right for the taking
Waiting for their knives to sting
And I don’t care, care at all
I don’t care, don’t care at all
If it hadn’t come from outside
It would have come within
Race toward annihilation
Destruction inch by inch
And I don’t care, care at all
I don’t care, don’t care at all
The world is decimated
And there’s no hope left on Earth
The next bullshit existence
In the bullshit universe
In the end the only prize is
To be the first to die
So this nightmare continues
And there’s no reason why
And I don’t care, care at all
I don’t care, don’t care at all
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7. |
Chudly
03:09
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I take my life like a punchline to the face
I’m a joke out of timing - a fossil of a lost late age
So, this is why I’m alive - last one down gets to dig the grave
I’m the last to arrive - I get to carry the dead weight
And I know why
Cause I’m the dud
A Chudly Dunderson
Hail Chudly
Hail Chudly
Why a Chudly why - we could’ve had the world
This scene is dying - but I’ll still work the room
Give the old song and dance - before it gets too late to ask
For a little something else - before this party just
Goes, Goes, Goes, Gone
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Midlife Crisis Actor
04:01
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If I had wanted fun, I would’ve made it
You gotta get work done, before you take it
Easy! That son, is number one
Don’t want to be a failure, you gotta be someone
Don’t wanna be like me son, don’t wanna be like me
Right now I could e working, but someone keeps on
Crying! Crying!
Signs - in the back of my mind
Signs - one ask at a time
Signs - in the back of my mind
Signs, signs
In the back, in the back of my
Mind… and I’m off, just trying to make a dime
Oh, this is business son - no time, for you, no time
Why can’t you stand? Don’t understand?
What kind of lazy baby just lays there on its back?
If you had worked for me, I’d fire you so fast
Just cause that you’re my son, don’t mean you get to slack
What would the boys at work say? What would the boys all say?
They’d take one look at you son, and say that I’m to blame
Guess I don’t know my strength - I’m not a violent man
Yeah I don’t know my strength, I’m not a violent man
But that’s what they’ll all say
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Old Sludge
04:12
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Thoughts like a fucking thorn in my side
Wanna bash my brains in until I can smile
But I still can’t get away, get away, from my mind
Can’t wait for my body to rot with corpse smell
Incinerate me on my way to hell
Throw me in the sea and let the fish eat me
Or carve me up and cut my life away - it’s ok!
Feel my beating heart and wanna rip it out
Feel it sputtering while I’m bleeding out
And they’ll say I’m gone
I’m moving on
And I’ll say, finally
Oh you can’t sue me
No you can’t sue me for cutting lines in purgatory
Still it feels like I’m scratching on a phantom limb
Can’t tell where I end and where nothing begins
And I still can’t get away, get away, where I’ve been
Where I’ve gone, Where I’ve been
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10. |
Face Without Eyes
04:56
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Think I’ve got about
Thrity feet
To the door
Eleven steps, maybe less
It’s hard to count
Anymore
I can’t see
I can feel
Eyes on me
Up the stairs
Hand to lock
Fumbling the key
Pulse is racing
He is coming
Get inside
And I’m free
Ha, hah…
He’s here
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Oozing Wound Chicago, Illinois
"'the world’s fastest noise rock band'"
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