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Who
Who's he?
Who
Who's he?
I just don't see who the drooler in the mirror's supposed to be
Why
Why's he
Why
Why's he talking to me in that tone as if I don't know up from down
Let
Let's see
Let
Let me run, set me free and we'll see if I don't ever make it home
Peck
Peck 3
Please
If we can finish Peck 3 I won't mind my mind for leaving me
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Last chance Johnny
We're all fed
Eat your bones or go to bed
Loaf of garbage
Cream of dirt
Wipe that bile off of your shirt
Drool soaked sleeves
Die cast house
Can't keep them out of your mouth
He's a star now
Boys and girls
Black hole Johnny eats the world
Bring him anything
Feed my child
A man steps up and the crowd goes wild
Swallow him
Swallow him
(Johnny abandons his senses and unhinges his jaw as his attention contacts to a point of light)
Johnny's killed a man
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3. |
Rat in Mouth Syndrome
02:44
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What's that you're hiding behind your back?
Is it a toy or a gun or a snack or a knife or a bomb or a rock or a friend?
I know what it is
Yes I know what it is
Like the rat in your stomach that's clawing for air
He's hot and he's humid and he's melting in there
Open your teeth, let's see what he says
Only a true friend like you'd want me dead
I like the people who think for themselves
Black-eyed and crucified and going to hell
Rats in your mouth with salt in their blood, you
Can't spit them out without saying I love you
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4. |
Covid Brain God Deleter
03:32
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Richard Williams
Harvey rothman
Bobby Brewster
Harvey Rothman
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Banana+Toothpaste
00:20
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Bobby (Big Yellow Jug)
02:23
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Today I woke up
I saw my friend Bob
He was inside of an ambulance
He is an ambulance boy
He was going to the hospital
He gave me a scare
He frightened my bones
I wish I was there
To help his way home
I miss my friend
His name is Bobby
He really scared me
His name is Bobby
Bobby sees the big yellow jug
(Put your lips up to the yellow jug)
Opens it and then he starts to chug
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8. |
Still Not 6'3"
03:55
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I can't cry for you
I sleep for me
I know you're not what you wanted
It's okay with me
In this life
You use what you've got
I can't help it if I've got a lot
And you've got a little
Body
You're such a little guy
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9. |
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00:39
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10. |
Death Threat
03:25
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Tigers!
01:58
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i'm sorry pacian
02:12
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Always pick up the papers
I saw a paper
All I wanted was to pick up the paper Pacian
I'm sorry
I'm sorry you think I'm your God
I didn't think you'd pick up the phone
Now you think I'm your God
Now you think I'm your God
Pacian I think you're crazy
And the things that they say in your head, you gotta know they're not real
I don't know what kind of life you're living
I didn't mean to mess with you
I just pick up the papers when I see em
I saw a paper
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13. |
Black Box
04:08
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In the six seconds between collision and death
I contemplate all the cigarettes I could have smoked
All the time I wasted brushing my teeth
I've been a little distracted
I've been cooking up new ways to say I love you so that she believes it this time
In the six seconds between collision and death
I cogitate for the words to explain to you
I fell I think I skinned my brain
I've been a little distracted
I've been cooking up new ways to say I love you so that she believes it this time
So that you believe it this time
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14. |
Interlude
02:09
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15. |
Nervous, System
05:26
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I'm working on a system to help to get me through the day
I've got a plan to take the fear and nervousness away
I will see without perception
I will act without a mind
I've got too many things to do to worry all the time
Conscience is the making of the blind and dutiful
Meaning is a construct to hide the beautiful
I will shut off all the feeling and retreat into my spine
I've got too many things to do to worry all the time
I will learn to think outside the confines of my skull
The brain is just an organ and the mind is fallible
Never trust a word 'cause they're all made up by the brain
Never trust the language of the cognitive domain
I'm working on a system to help to get me through the day
I've got a plan to make the fear and nervousness okay
I've got a nervous system
It's centered in my spine
I've got a lot of things to do, I think that I'll be fine
I'm working on my system to help to get me through the day
I've got a plan to take the fear and nervousness away
I will see without perception
I will act without a mind
I've got a nervous system
I've got a nervous system
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16. |
Fruit
03:01
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I get mad when I see you
Eating every piece of fruit
They don't bother you
I think something's wrong with me
I hate everything I see
Do they all taste sweet
You think fruit grows from the ground
I know the trees are upside-down
They won't make a sound
If I told you everything
Would you like the way I think
Would you taste the ink
Would you swallow it, the truth
Would you spit out all the fruit
I don't think that I would still like you
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