1. |
White Rainbow
03:22
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The national association
Of the under-endowed
Invite you and your kids to shoot at distant things
No libruls allowed
You fucked up
You fucked up, holmes
You joined a gang
The American confederation
Of the permanent-pressed
Built a museum full of brontosaurus saddles
They're very impressed
You fucked up
You fucked up, holmes
You joined a gang
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2. |
High Minors
04:09
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He's an expert at American life
Highly skilled at not getting killed
A regular Dali
Of dumbing it way down
But you never saw him high
Never saw him high
Higher than double A
We like to talk like we're in the show
We say we know things that we don't know
Click submit on your impotent snit
And fail to dent the status quo
But you never saw me high
No never saw me high
Never saw me higher than double-A
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3. |
Wrong Henry
03:04
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Now there's no delicate way to put this
But yeah, we got video of when you were made
And no one knows better than your mother and I
Look at her smile
I worked in the grotto I fixed all the gear
Waterproofed all the mood lighting here
You gotta know that back in the day
This was the mansion
Nude or black we could not keep track
We kept the place from burning down and got
A pat on the back
It was
The come on come on come on
Do not ring if you don't swing
Give the man what he wants or its your ass in a sling
Now the thing about the keys is
The mechanism freezes
You gotta give it a little jiggle
Speaking of jiggle the talent back then
Laid low the very strongest of men
Aretha at seven Babs up at nine
Look at that piping - that's pressurized wine
Closed circuit TV'd set you back
A couple hundred grand back then
We got the come on come on come on
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4. |
Horse (Horse Horse)
02:57
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I was living in the sticks
And I got divorced
Minding my own business
Par for the course
So I jumped right up
On the first thing I saw
And the first thing that I saw
Happened to be a horse
Horse horse horse
You can lead a horse to water
But you can't make him drink
You can lead a whore to culture
But you can't make her think
When you're running 'round the paddock
Keep one thing in mind
When there's trouble on the racetrack
Someone gets euthanized
And that's
Horse horse horse
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5. |
Sit, Liberty
03:50
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We didn't treat our disease
And nobody knew we were one and done
We let capital play and have all our fun
But nobody's laughing now
Watch for thongs in the water line
Broken nails in the water line
Dirty moppets in the water line
Grim resolve in the water line
Faded jorts in the water line
Tattered khakis in the water line
Sinking in slowly that we let it go
Gotta double down on seven even so
Find out exactly what it's worth
To make an ex-wife out of earth
Pissing Calvin SUV
AM radio hate from the crack of dawn
In this new mobile home for a family of three
Nobody catches on
Mighty slow in the water line
Heel to toe in the water line
Pointing fingers in the water line
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6. |
Mira Mira Maribel
03:07
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The men she came to see are released
Let's call it what it is: deceased
We live in the moment when the engines fade
And we fidget in our seats
Los penitentes feel all
And there is so much desert to crawl
We live in the time between when the cabin shakes
And our hearts resume the beat
There's a cop there's a cop there's a cop
In your rearview mirror
So you don't you don't need one
In your head
No
Mira mira Maribel
Mira mira Maribel
Sus sueños y mentiras le dan sed
La ponen contra la pared
Con los manos atadas
No tiene otra opcion en su red
Salvation in the luggage rack
Santa Muerte gonna put her in the black
And pardon all the loving sons
Who came from nothing and are gonna go
Right back
There's a cop there's a cop there's a cop
In your rearview mirror
So you don't you don't need one
In your head
No
Mira mira Maribel
Mira mira Maribel
If it's all the same
Same to you
If it's all a game
A game to you
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7. |
Microcardia
03:21
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Here they come
It's the little hearts
Not even half
Of the sum of their parts
Grooming a douchelet
To rip and to run
I can't hear you when you're sucking your thumb
Takers and breakers and givers of grief
Bullies and misers and manicured thieves
Usually lettered yet incredibly dumb
I can't hear you when you'r sucking your thumb
Time to take cover
Sons of Narcissus on the way
And solace doesn't seem to just want to come
The center of the universe
Is seated at table eight
Enjoy the ad hoc recipe change
The salmon croquettes have a nutty flavor
Here they come it's the little hearts
Entitlement levels straight off the charts
Affluence outside
Inside a slum
I can't hear you when you're sucking your thumb
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8. |
Kleptonomicon
04:05
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Somewhere in a cannery
Or a tannery
The machines go boom boom
And in the nearby shanty town
They keep the women down
The machines go boom boom
Tinted windows on an Escalade
Keep the man in shade
The machines go boom boom
He's got somewhere else to be
So we guarantee
The machines go boom boom
I can't I won't I can't I won't
Look the other way
I can't I won't I can't I won't
Overlook it today
You're gonna find there's a limit
There's a world and you're in it
And they say
We got a thousand tails
And that we chase them all
But
One of these tails
Looks like a
Rope
Meanwhile in the server room
They've given up the boom
The machines go blink blink
Traded in the raw material
All ethereal
The machines go blink blink
In the pocket of the other guy
Don't ever bat an eye
The machines go blink blink
You feed them power and you cool the air
Other guy beware
The machines go blink blink
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9. |
Red Beth
03:32
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I was a doctor's bill
So easy to read
She was a prescription
Hard to make out
Special and small
She was indicated for my condition
I used to take her with bourbon
Red Beth
I could smell the cats in her future
I knew no family would form
She had a way with a phrase
The broken things got her down
And down meant quiet
And empty pages
No pictures please
No space for memories
Hard to make out
Special and small
I'm not explaining her well
Red Beth
Adding up to a famous morning
For animal control
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