"Rememo"
On a plane, on a plane
Off to see the city girls again
Only bringing what to carry on,
So that you know I won't be long
Dripping beard as cold as hell
And the motherfuckers gonna go to jail
Honestly I can see
The giggling virgin overlooking me
Trying to put together what to say
Although it wouldm't matter anyway
This rememo is set for home
It's personal but they need to know
I'm overdue another round,
To gain control and take me down
You're all tied up as you should be
And I'll be cutting out naturally
Dripping beards as cold as jail
And the motherfuckers gonna go to hell
This rememo is set for home
It's personal but they need to know
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"Velvet Snow"
Walking like you're stuck in velvet snow
Walking like you're stuck in velvet snow
Start in on your story and I'll go
Walking like You're stuck in velevet snow
Glowing 'cause you're sweating on the floor
Glowing 'cause you're sweating on the floor
Dancing like you'll never dance again
Glowing 'cause you're sweating on the floor
And then you go, and when you go,
You get to going way too fast, and I'm so slow
Turn out the lights, she's coming to fight,
And then she'll go
Death row smoking getting to your face
Death row smoking getting to your face
Showing off your something shaved and lacy,
Death row smoking getting to your face
Little Jo, she warned me not to call you,
Stoked that you were carrying some bad news
Leave it up to me and I'll just drown you,
Out into the city where you came from.
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"Four Kicks"
Huffman don't take no nonsense
He's here to rectify
He's got his black belt buckle,
And the red man's fire in his eye
You with your switchblade posse,
I'll get my guns from the south,
We'll take to the yard like a cock fight
Four kicks who's strutting now?
This party is overrated,
But there aint shit else to do
She's a lovin' on a boy from the city,
I'll be lovin' him under my shoe
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"Razz"
Just like the girlies back at corner stone
Wash my bugle boy a watching my throne
Sweet mutilation of a sold to nothing man,
Lord have mercy shake is falling through your hand
Razz the kid
Because you love me I'm the chosen one,
These are the days to not be having no fun
I listen back to what you told me before,
Just tell me where to come, I'll knock down the door
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"Day Old Blues"
Toss me a breath, when you hold me down,
Hot like a razor on my face
Something's growing that don't help me now,
Paging the doctor just in case
Low and behold, things are killing me,
Silly expectation of a dream
Girls are gonna love the way I toss my hair,
Boys are gonna hate the way I seem
Day old, day old, day old,
Day old, day old, day old blues
Peach Christmas lights spitting German ling,
Feels like a fast or homeless sleep
At least there's a record that I love to play,
Dreaming about a place I'll never see
Betty, Betty, Annie is praying,
Baby with a man like lung
Smell her crying fighting back a fever
Mad as hell give up
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"Soft"
I used to see you every day
Used to see you every day
I danced around your folk and soul
I danced to all your fucking soul
I left you with your nose a bleedin
And your toes creepin' around
Ahhh so mindane and incomplete
Hand me down my pants and get me off this street
I'm passed out in your garden,
I'm in I can't get off so soft
I'd pop myself in your body,
I'd come into your party but I'm soft
Behind the fringe of a whiskey high
Mutilating cat like eyes,
And in your nose blood decadence
You try to drag me into your bohemian dancing
You paint my fingers and you paint my toes,
You let you perfect nipple show
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"The Bucket"
I'll be the one to show you the way
You'll be the one to always complain
3 in the morning come a bang bang bang
All out of fags and I just can't wait
Cancel the thing that I said I'd do
I don't feel comfortable talking to you
Unless you got the zipper fixed on my shoe,
Then I'll be in the lobby drinking for two
18, balding, star, Golden, fallen, heart
Look at the shaky's whats with the blush
Fresh off the plane in my fuzzy rush
Everyones gathered to idolize me,
I hate the way you talk your Japanese scream
It's been too long since I left the shed,
You kick the bucket and I'll swing my legs
Always remember the pact that we made,
Too young to die but old is the grave
I'm a gonna show the way
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"Milk"
Salty leave, salty leave
Tell me the one about the friend you knew,
And the last goodnight that we toasted too.
Salty leave,
Stay for me, stay for me
We drank wine in the matineee
And the spotlight showed what I chased away
Stay for me
She saw my comb over, her hourglass body
She had problems with drinking milk
and being school tardy
She'll loan you her toothbrush
She'll bartend you party
Kill me, Kill me
I called and I called, but I can't get through,
Said he's on his own, but his own is you
Kill me
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"Pistol Of Fire"
Pistol of fire, pistol of fire
Pistol of fire, shattered the frame
Go hug your sister, go love your sister
Go hug your sister one in the same
Aiyah where is it you want to take me,
Aiyah where is it wou want to go Aiyah,
Wrapping up morning's coming
Aiyah come home before the rooster crows
I feel the water out in the cool grass
Down in the meadow under the tree
It's gonna tickle you're gonna giggle
It's gonna tickle for free
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"Taper Jean Girl"
Aha shake taper jean girl with a motel face
Aha shake bury your eyes in a secret place
Aha shake black as night on a Sunday
C***s watch their bodies, no room for make up,
I think he's tasted the watcher
Heartbreak knockin' 'em down like the 7th grade,
Heartbreak, cigarettes and songs, with a winters chafe
Heartbreak keep like my daughter, and a run away
Aha shake tapered jean girl kills me
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"Slow Night, So Long"
Slow night so long, she's frenching out the flavour,
She's 17 but I done went an plum forgot it
No tears are gone they're pooling on the table,
No tears are gone they're leaving their mark behind
So far so good she's absolutely wasted,
She's hanging up and changing her story around
I just don't know where leading ladies come from,
I just don't know where they can be found
She's opened up just like she really knows me,
I hate her face, but enjoy the company
I'll take you home, or back to Oklahoma,
You're not so nice, but sex sells so cheap
Rise and shine all you gold-digging mothers,
Are you too good to tango with the poor boys
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"King Of The Rodeo"
He's so the purity, a shaven and a mourning,
And standing on a pigeon toe, in his disarray
Straight in the picture pose
He's coming round to meet you
And screaming like a battle cry, it's more if I stay
Me and your cold, driving in the snow,
Let the good times roll let the good times roll,
Cowgirl king of the rodeo let the good times roll,
Let the good times roll
How dare you come to me like Withnail for a favor,
Hold on not my fairy tale you're trying to start
Take off your overcoat you're staying for the weekend,
And swaying like a smokey grey, a drink in the park
Good time to roll on
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