1. |
Fuck It
03:10
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I was gonna shy away
But I said fuckit
I was gonna fly away
But I said fuckit
I was lying low
Til I said fuckit
I walked right through that door
When I said fuckit
If you wanna start feeling
If you wanna start screaming
If you wanna start squirming
If you wanna start learning
You gotta say fuckit
Say fuckit
You gotta fuckit
Say fuckit
I was gonna throw me in
But I said fuckit
I was gonna get ‘er done
But I said fuckit
It wasn't worth the pain
So I said fuckit
How much more of this can I stand
Til I say fuckit?
Fuckit fuckit fuckit fuckit!!!
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2. |
Can't Say
03:06
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Can’t control the things I want to say
When you walk into the room
Thoughts of you fall across my mouth
Where do these ideas come from
Gotta let you know what you do to me
But what’s the first thing I say?
You’re in my mind every day
The smell of you drives me insane
I can’t say
Things I really want to say
This thing in me
Won’t let me get away
Secret desire
Is burnin my fire
Milky white flesh
And my flame’s getting higher
Can’t Say
What I want to say
Shivers up my spine
When you speak to me
Let your words caress my skin
Shiny silver buttons running up my chest
Do you wanna be let in
Can’t Say
What I want to say
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3. |
Grocery Aisle
03:27
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Sittin ‘round, lookin for food, I got nothing
Sittin ‘round, got those hunger pangs, those pangs they got me
Gonna go to the market, see what they got for me
You can find me in the grocery aisle
I’m gonna be a while
In the store I’m lookin around, size em up, size em down
Pick and choose, I got nothing to lose (til I pick one)
Take it home, but what have I done?
I’d much much much rather be all alone
In the grocery aisle
Sauntering up and down the grocery aisle
Wasting one more day in the grocery aisle
Thinkin I’m gonna find something worth my while
It’s the same old story that’s been told time after time
Except we think it’s gonna end up good this time
We keep thinkin we gotta end up with something
So we get it and we end up with nothing
From the grocery aisle
Sauntering up and down the grocery aisle
Another wasted day in the grocery aisle
Thinkin I’m gonna find something worth my while
We’re all afraid to walk out empty handed
We’re all afraid to feel like we’ve been stranded
We’re all afraid to feel like we have nothing
So we grasp blindly
Just give me something
Because anything is something
Anything is something
Anything is nothing
Fuck this shit
In the grocery aisle
Sauntering up and down the grocery aisle
Pick and choose and lose from the grocery aisle
Never never never worth my while
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4. |
Engineer
02:29
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She’s brilliant and she’s got the American dream
It seems so easy, it seems so easy
But when they kick her, she doesn’t even see
It’s all too easy, it’s all too easy
The thunderbolt that kills us doesn’t strike from overhead
It jabs at us a hundred times every day instead
They’re laughing that she wants to have it all
It seems so easy, it seems so easy
But then they trip her, and watch her fall
It’s all too easy, it’s all too easy
The thunderbolt that kills us doesn’t strike from overhead
It jabs at us a hundred times every day instead
Tripping, stabbing, jabbing, goring
Years of stomping down our wit
Til we break into a million little bits
I’m an Engineer, not a cheerleader
The slow drumbeat of invisibility
The slow drumbeat of predictability
The slow drumbeat of no value
The slow drumbeat of devalue
The thunderbolt that kills us doesn’t strike from overhead
It jabs at us a hundred times every day instead
Tripping, stabbing, jabbing, goring
Years of stomping down our wit
Til we break into a million little bits
I’m an Engineer, not a cheerleader
I’m an Engineer
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5. |
Stick Em Up
02:32
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It's eating me alive
It's got me roped and tied
It's swallowing me whole
It's got me stuck in a hole
Please money let me go
Stick ‘em Up!
Your Money or Your Life
I thought I needed it to be free
But here it is, choking me
Hungry ghosts won't leave me alone
Looks like a roast but it’s bone
Please money leave me alone
Stick ‘em Up!
Your Money or Your Life
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6. |
Come On
06:37
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There’s a place I know
Where all the women go
It's dark in there
The gentlemen stare
They lick their lips
And sway their hips
They spread their legs
And moan for days
Come on come on
And touch me there
There's a place I know
Where gentlemen go
It's bright in there
Electronic glare
They flex their hands
And stomp their feet
They don't know
There are better things to eat
Come on come on
And lick me there
There's a place I know
Where real women go
With cellulite
And skin stretched tight
They give their hearts
And bleed a real blood
They don't pretend
To give you love
Come on come on
And meet me there
There's a place I know
Where strong women go
They stand up straight
Rejecting self-hate
They touch themselves
With fire in their eyes
The world's in flames
Their orgasms are to blame
Come on come on
I touch myself
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