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Block Party
06:24
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Let's have a block party.
Let's totally neglect that all our lives are falling apart.
You had a block party
You made it so 10 years from then
Your body would feel really sorry
I'm sorry that I'm not sorry
But that's what happens
When you're old and act young and dumb
And it's funny
Because nobody's even having fun
The closest people having fun
Are the gangbangers in the desert
Shooting off their guns
But at least you beat them at one thing
You accomplished less in a day
Than they do in a week
Because even gangbangers are human
Even gangbangers have to sleep
Why can't we just go to sleep?
Why do we have to wait until the day after tomorrow to go to sleep?
The clouds in the sky start to piss down rain.
I'm pretty sure it's day number 28.
I'm pretty sure it's the day after tomorrow.
You had a block party and totally neglected that all our lives were falling apart.
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Wash Me/Dry Me
03:34
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Walking through my own backyard
It might as well had been a plank
That was the first time
Others fucked up the way I think
Nobody anywhere has anything important to say.
Wash me
Dry me
Lie to me
And criticize me
When you're done criticizing
Hang me up on the clothes lining
Nobody anywhere has anything important to say.
That's a cold hard fact because I'm waking up frustrated every day.
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Enter The Sadden
04:38
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Stuck inside a dojo
Thinking I should hop the fence
I'd bow to my sensei
If my sensei wasn't making zero sense
The world is a hole in the wall dojo.
Everybody thinks they're giving lessons.
The only black belt necessary
Is a black belt in passive aggression.
The world is a hole in the wall.
Intensity and pressure caving in
Just like a medicine ball
The world is a hole in the wall.
The wall goes on forever
And that's the scariest thing of all.
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It's kind of hard to not be fake when my leg is getting smashed up by a tank.
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Posers and Hummingbirds
06:39
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I was just minding my own business
Riding my skateboard
When you called me a poser
And you never were more right
What if I told you
That all of us are posers
Just we haven't shaved our heads
And gone to a friend's funeral yet
Posing on big red
Sucking on some yellow flowers
Ignoring that we'll soon be dead
Instead just basking in fake power
Instead just masking ourselves
With fake power
Power is a nightmare.
We all like this frightening nightmare
It's just a righteous getaway
From the thoughts and feelings that we have
When we are conscious and awake
We all like this frightening nightmare
It's just an unforgettable getaway
From the thoughts and feelings we have
When we are feeling safe and sane
I tried to run
I tried to hide
I got scared of that vibe inside
I tried to escape
I tried to flee
But instead I just went back to sleep
I kind of liked that frightening nightmare.
I'm just as guilty.
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Dirt Clod Fastball
04:04
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Let's get in trouble today
Because we put the 'P' in piss-ants
And we put the 'L-A-Y' in play
Let's get in trouble today
What's the worst that can happen?
The worst that happened was my life flashed before my eyes
Choking during the explanation
Throwing up nothing but white lies
It was like when Randy Johnson hit that bird
I'd be the bird one day
That's what I always heard
My life flashed before my eyes.
On that day I learned that everyone lies all the god damn time.
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The Treehouse Is On Fire
04:28
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Tying my shoes never came naturally to me. I guess that's why I constantly feel like I'm tied up in a constrictor's knot. Maybe they should rename this street Constrictor Avenue. At least for once they'd have a symbol to proud of. Then again, maybe they wouldn't.
Rats need water
Just like we need constant attention
Swimming in mouse traps and craving social tension.
The treehouse is on fire and there's nowhere left to play.
Oddly totally fine.
I'm the only one left that is unscathed.
I guess I'll just walk away.
Kaboom there went my hat.
Kaboom there went my childhood.
Kaboom there went my everything.
Kaboom there went the neighborhood.
And I'm oddly totally fine.
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