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Sniff Sniff Retch
03:14
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You drag yourself outta my hand
Your sense of smell is so fucked
It's just a piece of shit, ya dog
And you're sniffin' all around, yeah!
You're huffin' poo in front of me
And I can't lug ya from the brown
Does it smell like a rose, huh?
Oh shit you're gonna hurl, yuck!
Sniff Sniff Retch!
Standing here beside the dog who hunches over
It's nose picking up on an amalgam of scents
Odor reeking from the droppings being inhaled
Triggering the mutt to expulse it's stomach contents all over the sidewalk
Sniff Sniff Retch!
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Honky
03:42
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Owww
One time
Come on, yeah
Let's go 1, 2, 3
1, 2, 3, 4, I said
Blow the horn go make it honk real loud!
Does it beep or does it blare some sound?
Put your lips against the mouthpiece, go!
Make it honk come on give it a whirl!
Ohhhh
Owww
I said, unh!
Go on now, hahaha
Shake it!
Put some air in to my trumpet horn!
Play some notes yeah maybe play some more!
Got this thing from Elroy's thrift exchange!
Some keys stick and others sound real strange!
Ayeee
Girl you play a mean piece of brass you're skilled,
When you eat a cold piece of fish you killed,
Babe I'm feelin' bad, man I think I'm dead,
Gonna try to fill my trombone with bread,
Gotta take a shit in the liquor store!
Beggin' for some cash can I have some more,
Try to play a note but it comes out flat,
Gettin' super pissed cause I can't play jazz, yeah!
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3. |
Flack Blag
03:25
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My name's Sully, and yer stuck with me!
Quit sluggin' down my SIX PACK man
I bought it for my TV PARTY
Go get a job you CAN'T DECIDE
Sleepin' on a couch FOREVER TIME
The birds... They're, calling... They call out, my name...
GIMMIE GIMMIE GIMMIE all the rest
I'll string you up for all THREE NIGHTS
Hey SWINGING MAN you'll dry out fast
'Til there's NOTHING LEFT INSIDE
BEAT MY HEAD AGAINST THE WALL
When I see you stumble and fall
I'll SCREAM in my PADDED CELL
NO MORE NO MORE NO MORE!
The birds... They're, calling... They call out, my name...
THIRSTY AND MISERABLE
You're DAMAGED man, it's abysmal!
Gotta RISE ABOVE the rest
LIFE OF PAIN inside the chest
I'm in this punk rock band it's called FLACK BLAG!
What do they know about partying, or anything else?
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4. |
Hendrix In A Lady Dress
01:26
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Jimi's got a lady's dress on
He's got a lady's dress on
It's got flowers
It's got printed flowers on it
Jimi plays guitar in a lady dress
Jimi humps dogs in a lady dress
Jimi does drugs in a lady dress
Jimi OD'd in a lady's dress!
Jimi's got a lady's dress on
He's got a lady's dress on
It smells like urine
It's got pee stains all over it
Jimi burns things in a lady dress
Jimi smokes crack in a lady dress
Jimi eats mud in a lady dress
Jimi done died in a lady's dress!
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5. |
Texas Trip
04:55
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Say man where are we?
Texas, beer, 10 gallon hats, lots of steer
Jesus christ, the rodeo, deserts, cacti, guns, bible satan cross stitch
Lone star, big state, belt buckles the size of your fist, where sheet men hate
I've been to Texas before, just to see Texas, all its red dust and cow skulls the propane fields are miles long
Eatin' coyote in Texas!
She takes me down to
She brings me down to
She pulls me down to
She drags me down to
She takes me down to
She drags me down to
She pulls me down to
She takes me to
Texas in Texas, Austin in Texas, Dallas in Texas, El Paso in Texas
Driving across Texas god sees many things, none of which are me.
He's a highway drifter, I'm scum of the road, late night rider, truck stop sleeper
Bobby Soxx, Gary Floyd, Scratch Acid, Big Boys, Butthole Surfers, Cherubs, Ed Hall, Dan Johnston, Dicks, Dashboard Mary, Millions of Dead Cops, Baaa, Moo
Horrifyingly Real!
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