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Wet Dog
03:19
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you stand in front directly/your staring does affect me
it siezes to infect/and starts to redirect
baby save me please/some cash is all i need
just give it to me baby/i’ll give you what you need
feed me, i need fuel
your autocracy is our rule
the rule, the rule
please feed me i need fuel
dont care if its dope/or if you fuck on coke
the scale of my desire/needs one thing to get higher
you need an hour more/to explore all my buttons
just 20 dollars more/to keep my engine pumpin
sickness! touching me, taking! control of me, heavy sweat, theres blood
help me, please
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Straight to the Brain
01:28
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ritual virgin suicide/high up on the mountainside
hymns and prayers and show n’ tell/now i damn you all to hell
come and feel, holy might/let me see you in the light
father son and holy ghost/close the book, all he wrote
right as rain, straight to the brain
let me be your sacrifice/let me kiss your fears goodnight
the devil wants your little soul/so listen to my mind control
quake in fear before my might/all my patrons rich and white
set aside the seventh day/sit around, mind decay
right as rain, straight to the brain
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Ready to Snap
01:51
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elastics in my bones I’m feeling ready to snap
I was staying lonely now your back
inferno in my head eyes are smoking black
dilate the pupils for my heart attack
cellophane coats the brain
suffocate until you're insane
another cog one and the same
wander the streets till my mind decays
your blind open eyes show only pain
seizure to spasm pain like an axe
only the sinners now watch their backs
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squeezing down your chimney, cause you're coming with me
all the naughty girls and boys get a brand new bag of toys
come sit on my lap, no need to be sad
tell what you wanna have, I don't mind just what I grab
santa is a sexual predator
christmas is here at last, now its time to break my fast
as i'm sure you'll see your kids are safe with me
santa is a sexual predator
santa, santa, santa, he's coming down
santa, santa, santa, he's coming to town
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Nicotine
02:15
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got debts to be collectin/but right now I’m out of class
just one more cigarette sir/smoke hides what cannot last
my arms are feelin heavy/the sun feels so good
fuck off you failing grades ya/fuck off money’s strife
i'm getting fucked up on cigarettes tonight
its not what makes me happy, its not what gets me high
but its cheap and makes me forget how shittily we’ll die
i'm getting fucked up on cigarettes tonight
i’m fuckin sick and tired of life’s drama bullish
i’d rather drink my coffee and smoke a cigarette
now my arms are heavy and my head is thick
god fuckin damnit, I need a cigarette
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Steak
02:24
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walking through the market square
the scent of vaseline on the air
your meat is so damn fine
oh my god, you’re fucking divine
its easy to see what I wanna be
my bones won't break so lemme eat your steak
you’re the juiciest of the bunch
nothing can satisfy me like your touch
after the feast I couldn’t move
legs shaking along with your groove
its easy to see what I wanna be
my bones won't break so lemme eat your steak
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Dumpster Baby Bainbridge Island, Washington
Gabe, Julia, Striker and Willy. Psychotic trash rock from the Pacific Northwest.
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Punk Kings from the Island, these kids are going places
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