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Kevin Casey's Floor
02:50
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Kevin Casey's floor
Covered in bear traps
Motor oil stains
And liquid fat
Sleeps with one eye open
Machete under the bed
He never learned to drive a car
No one's seen his teeth and lived
Kevin Casey's floor
Trees tremble when he snores
Kevin Casey's floor
Kevin Casey's closet
Only feathers and darkness
Autograph of a wrestler
And an old guitar
Kevin Casey's arms
Roped with a dozen scars
And all the children say...
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Permanent Murphy
03:49
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Murphy had two eyes the way some people have two dimes
Called it his double joint
He liked to scoop 'em out and then pop 'em back in
It was a real good parlour trick
He liked to pass the time grifting retired cops
Down at Callahan's
A felt Stetson could often be found
Floating above his head
Horrors big and horrors small
I have conjured up them all
Murphy answers when you call
Your horrors
Murphy had two big ears the way some people have two eyes
Called it his axle-rod
For a dollar alone, he'd spin 'em all around
For a laugh and a quick buck
He had made a career as the local freak
Now I think he's ready to die
He said, I just bought a gun
I got two barrels the way some people got two barrels
Did you know if you buy him a beer
His whole head disappears
All that's left of him now
Is his Cheshire mouth
Smiling like a moron
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We're the ones who get pushed under the subway
We're the ones who eat the bad beef
And we're the ones whose dosage is lethal
We spill the coffee
The bungled and the botched
Some of us were destined for greatness
Some of us lock the keys in the car
Some of us try to touch the 3-D movie
So pathetic it's almost groovy
The bungled and the botched
Plastic surgery turns ugly
Power lines mutate the kids
Golf clubs struck by lightning
We run on empty
We watch satellite TV
We're that tacky tragedy
Slit our wrists for fun
On empty we run
How could I forget
We're the bungled and the botched
No further questions, your honor
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Every Man for Himself
02:46
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I wasted a summer along the lowest road
Punk purists slipped through my hands
And drove off to their deaths
But why, I'll never understand
Feeding the fire, speed sick and decadent
We raised a toast to the wardens of this
Said I'll raise me up from this deadly dust
But cynicism taught me enough
At the end of the summer
There was nothing but the fall
I got into heavy metal
Wrote a song and it was called
Every man for himself
And god against them all
Maybe baby I'm a motormouth
Running out of shit to say
I got one good idea
And I beat it into the grave
And the steam of youth is all that drives this march of days
We didn't learn a thing in that shitty apartment
Just smashed bottles in the hall
I wrote a song for you
Might as well have never played at all
I did what I could and hell can have the rest
Hey hey, god against them all
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Oblivian
03:09
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Away we go to the burlesque show
It'll suck us down like an undertow
Teeth in my skull start to rattle
Anticipating the golden gallows
All these hours of Bolivian powder
My soul does raggedly twist
There isn't much left of you in my thoughts
Just this column of mist
We will fall through the earth
Some are gonna bleed and others gonna scream
Our souls are gonna pus their lust and greed
We will fall through the earth
How you wanna waste your earthly hour?
Mothers and sons all be devoured
Top me off and sing me sin
Our eyes are wolves what feast on skin
Some may laugh while others weep
Our hearts are shallow, our graves are deep
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