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The Golden Rule
03:15
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Mean to me/Why must they be/So, so fucking mean to me?/How high the moon as the urine falls in a steady stream/They’ve got a sign for Paul/Oh, and they’re mean to me//But, you must sing before you pee off the balcony/At the Swamp house/You must sing before you pee off the balcony/At the Swamp house//Mean to me/Why must they be/So, so fucking mean to me?/Everyone’s outside just hanging out/I’m alone inside sitting on the couch/Because they’re mean to me////Matt’s in the living room playing Zelda/Jake’s sitting next to him saying, “I told ya.”/Tim’s in his room mixing protein shakes/While DP’s in the kitchen punching himself in the face/Tommy’s outside and he’s smoking a cigarette/And, Cody’s outside and he’s smoking a cigarette/I’m just sitting there singing a song/I’m butt-ass naked/No one is singing along////Before you pee/you must sing/Billie Holiday’s “Mean To Me”
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Were You Born In A Barn?
02:27
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I miss you so much I wish that you were still here/In this house, in this town, in this state, in that year//But, I admire you so damn much for hitting the road/And, it doesn’t bother me much that you left me freezing in the cold/(WHAOOO-WHAOHHH)/when you forgot the shut the door//There are just a few things I forgot to say before you took off/One of them was, “could you please remember to shut the front fucking door?”////I don’t mean to make this seem so dramatic, but there’s the thing/When you leave a man freezing in his home he goes a little insane////When I woke up I found the door wide-open/All the heat escaped and it dropped to negative three/I wish my thermostat wasn’t broken/(WHAOOO-WHAOHHH)/When you forgot to shut the door
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Reptile Dysfunction
04:35
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One last smoke then I’ll be hitting the road/Just one last glare at the people in this room I love, but can’t stand no more/And, on that bike ride home I’ll be stewing in my own head/About all of the things that I shouldn’t/should of said, and all the things I should of did/Am I alone/In wanting to be utterly alone?/It’s a great thing/it’s what I need, It’s what I crave//I’m like a reptile/My blood is cold, I’m alone/And hanging off the limbs of my swaying sanity/I’m like a reptile/My skin is withered and old/I hear that’s just the way that nature protects me//“Oh no, they say he’s got to go/Go, go, Godzilla”/I often fantasize about destroying my whole social life/Like a monster in the city/Then I see all I have and realize that idea’s shitty/It’s all the same/My friends help me see all I have and all that I have to give/It’s such a shame/That I need to take a step back/Take a breath/Be alone again////I’m like a reptile/My blood is cold, I’m alone/And hanging off the limbs of my cracking dreams/I’m like a reptile/My skin is withered and old/I hear that’s just the way that nature protects me/I’m like a reptile
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It's Ok
01:50
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There’s fresh air on the other side of that window/From that couch, in which you sit, you need to leave//La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la//Once you go you’ll thank yourself for doing so/And, in that air, you’ll realize why you are here////I feel like a little boy down by the bay/Where I’ll nap the day away/I don’t give a care what people say/I am the king of my own day
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To Let Go
03:32
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Pick up a pen/put down the remote/Write something down that they will remember you by when you are gone/Get off the couch and smash your TV/Get out the door and hop on that bicycle that you left for dead/Left for dead/Left for dead/Left for dead//As these days grow shorter/We approach the dead-end boarder/Between boredom and death/So, no rest/No rest/We’ll spend our days together/Out in the pending weather/And we will choose to sink/Any other way would be blasphemy//Enjoy the view/Take in the fresh air/Of all the places you will discover when you leave your couch/Sit under a tree/Crack open a book/Feel the sun on your skin while you bask in these moments that you need so much/You need so much/Need so much/Need so much////Get up/Get up/Get up/Get up/Off the couch/The most memorable times of my life/Are when my cable was cut and my computer was broken/Yeah
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Chemical Rainbow
04:19
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I’m drunk/And everybody is sleeping/I’m slowly closing in on thirty/But, doing what I love/With who I love/I’m happy/I’m hungry for the absurd/In love with these false dreams/And, damnit, fuck it if you’ve never seen the sunrise this way/The days turn to nights turn to years/As these clichés become all too clear/All this nostalgia is just a ray/Shining through these rose-colored shades//So, long live Nu Metal/And the shitheads we were when you were sixteen/And everything we’ve done since/In their vain/And, ‘Bob’ bless those crazy Swamp nights/And everyone we’ve met along the way/And Goddamn these same songs I always write/I wish I could forget those rum-drenched bike rides/And that fuckhead I was when I was twenty-three/Still, with all these regrets I wouldn’t chance a thing/So, long live Nu Metal/Yeah, long live Nu Metal/Long live Nu Metal/Long live Nu Metal/So, long live Nu Metal/And that fuckhead I was when I was twenty-three/And all these Goddamn songs I always write
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Fuck It
04:27
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The sun falls behind a line of distant trees/As the darkness engulfs the Midwest sky/A fire, it begins to burn bright/We surround it with beer cans and folding-chairs/The smoke, it billows into the summer air/As our laughs dance through an open field/Nothing around could make us care/About anything else but ourselves tonight/(We don’t want to feel this way, but,)//Every day we try to get through/All the truths that we want to be true/In the books we read, the stereo-I.V./Everything else seems out of the ordinary/And, in every way we try to see through/All the hopes that we wish could be true/In the people we meet, the shoes on their feet/Shuffling through, set on repeat//The venue, it’s packed tonight/A local show and everyone is there/We get drunk, then walk home, stagger, and talk/On a front porch, where we consume more beer/(We don’t want to feel this way, but,)////We’re trying really hard to make sense of all this/We’re trying really hard to make sense of all this/We thought when we were twenty we made sense of all this/Maybe when we’re thirty we’ll finally make sense of this
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IM Cunj Palatine, Illinois
Indie-punk/post-hardcore/melodic-something/somethingelsecore... from Palatine, IL.
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