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The League! Of! Extraordinary! Octopuses!
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Red/Blue
01:47
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Red/Blue
You’re high – on all the colors
Ask why – I’ll never tell
Focus hard – cause here’s an eye chart
What do I see there? I’ll never tell.
Red/Blue – I’m going under
Sez you – makes you wonder
Red/Blue – is that your best shot?
Sez you – I’ll answer guess not
People ask, “Are you colorblind?”
I answer, ”I’m not alone.”
Can’t choose between black or white
Or more precisely shades of gray
Red/Blue – I’m going under
Sez you – makes you wonder
Red/Blue – is that your best shot?
Sez you – I’ll answer guess not
Red/Blue?
Sez You.
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Talking to Myself
01:43
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Talking to Myself
There’s a place
I like to go
Takes up no space
It’s called being alone
I really enjoy talking to myself
Just lettin’ you know
There was a time
Long, long ago
When I gave a shit
Now I just don’t know
I really enjoy talking to myself
Just lettin’ you know
Just lettin’ you know.
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Goddamn, I’m a Handsome Man!
Please accept my apology for barfing in your car
I probably didn’t need those last shots
Did I really grab your brother’s ass
And kick your fuzzy cat?
I was out of line – even if he’s hot
I went into the bathroom
Looked in the mirror
And saw myself for what I really am
I went into the bathroom
Looked in the mirror
And saw myself for what I really am
Goddamn, goddamn, goddamn I’m a handsome man!
Goddamn, goddamn, goddamn I’m a handsome man!
Last night I had some ice cream,
Pizza, and rib-tips, with White Castle, for dessert
Then I imagined all the people who would kiss these
Greasy lips, as I rolled around without a shirt
I went into the bathroom
Looked in the mirror
And saw myself for what I really am
I went into the bathroom
Looked in the mirror
And saw myself for what I really am
Goddamn, goddamn, goddamn I’m a handsome man!
Goddamn, goddamn, goddamn I’m a handsome man!
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5. |
Kukla, Fran, and Ollie
02:17
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Kukla, Fran and Ollie
Climbing up the tallest
And the smallest of the
Hills that we can find
Twisting spoons and cracking moons
With all the brilliant colors of our minds
There we go
There we go
Waking up the dead
The ghosts are tumbling in their beds
They’re feeling fine
Racing dogs that sleep like logs
Hacking up blue diamonds
How they shine
There we go
There we go
Climbing up the tallest
And the smallest of the
Hills that we can find
Racing dogs that sleep like logs
Hacking up blue diamonds
And they’re mine
Yes, they’re mine!
There we go
There we go
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6. |
Tiny Fists
02:58
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Tiny Fists
There’s a lot of talkin’
There’s a lot of sound
Brand new shoots are pushin’
Up from underground
Raise your tiny fists and take a poke at the world
Raise your tiny fists and take a poke at the world
Raise your tiny fists and take a poke at the world
Raise your tiny fists – raise your tiny fists!
I’m a super-hero
I have x-ray eyes
I can tell a story
In which no one dies
Raise your tiny fists and take a poke at the world
Raise your tiny fists and take a poke at the world
Raise your tiny fists and take a poke at the world
Raise your tiny fists – raise your tiny fists!
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A Thanksgiving Day Murder
I thought that you liked me?
I thought that you liked me,
Cause I’m here for you?
And now his skin is golden brown
I cut him up without a sound
And the tables neatly set
But I can still hear his voice
Deep inside my head
I thought that you liked me?
I thought that you liked me,
Cause I’m here for you?
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8. |
I Drank a Beer
01:30
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I Drank a Beer
I drank a beer
Or did the beer drink me?
Went the extra mile
To see what I could see
Lived for forty years
Never took a breath
Never made a move
That wasn’t second-guessed
I drank a beer
Or did the beer drink me?
I drank a beer
Or did the beer drink me?
I drank a beer
Or did the beer drink me?
I drank a beer
Or did the beer drink me?
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What The Fuck Do I Do Now?
Drank a 40 from a brain pan
Made a painting from a spray tan
Ate a rat buffet, saw a stupid play
But all that I can say – whoa oh oh oh
Is what the fuck do I do now?
Stole candy from a baby
But the details are hazy
Did a disco dance, had a sweet romance
Stole all your pants – whoa oh oh oh
What the fuck do I do now?
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George Washington’s Zombie Face
Come with me, we’re gonna chop that fuckin’ tree
George Washington’s a zombie corpse
The best that he can be!
Well there you are, a drunken, falling star
Your messed up life just hit the wall
Like a runaway clown car
God knows we’re not the kind who pray
Down on our knees as the world slips away
God knows we always try and try
Living for today, ‘cause tomorrow we may die
Sing my song, the words all came out wrong
But that’s the way it always goes
Shut up and play along
Grain of salt, winning by default
George Washington and his zombie face
Brought the show to a screeching halt
God knows we’re not the kind who pray
Down on our knees as the world slips away
God knows we always try and try
Living for today, ‘cause tomorrow we may die
Come with me, we’re gonna chop that fuckin’ tree
George Washington’s a zombie corpse
The best that he can be!
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11. |
Don't Make Me Beg
02:00
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Don’t Make Me Beg
Don’t make me beg
I’m dyin’ here
Have I made it clear
Don’t wanna die alone?
So shake a leg
We can steal a car
Probably won’t get far
Better bring your phone
Give me something to believe
Somehow I cannot perceive
Myself as a winner, myself as a winner
Give me something to believe
Somehow I cannot conceive
Myself as winning, myself as winning
Now
Don’t make me sad
With stupid talk
About politics and new cells phones
I might get mad
But what else is new?
What can you do?
Least I’m not alone
(Chorus)
Don’t make me beg
I’m dyin’ here
Have I made it clear
Don’t wanna die alone?
It’s not that bad
We can rent a car
Probably won’t get far
Better bring your phone
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12. |
Ipso Fatso
02:39
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Ipso Fatso
I’m so hungry for Be Bim Bop
I’m so hungry for Be Bim Bop
I’m so hungry I just can’t stop
I’m so hungry – I’m so hungry
I’m so hungry for cold hard steel
I’m so hungry for cold hard steel
I want something I know is real
I’m so hungry – I’m so hungry
Run away
Shed my skin
Find a place
To begin again
When I'm gone
Please pretend
That I was good
That you were my friend
I’m so angry with James Earl Jones
I’m so angry with James Earl Jones
I’ll do a dance atop his bones
I’m so angry – I’m so angry
I’m so hungry for cold hard steel
I’m so hungry for cold hard steel
I want something I know is real
I’m so hungry – I’m so hungry
Run away
Shed my skin
Find a place
To begin again
When I'm gone
Please pretend
That I was good
That you were my friend
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I Read Tons of Ayn Rand, Dude
Pile of junk, pile of junk, pile of junk
It stunk
Sitcoms all around me
And I don’t know what to do
Scratch and win any venal sin
And they’ll tell you that it’s true
If you’re a man with nerves of steel
You can go blow up a mall
The experience might make you scream
But it’ll keep you on the ball
Pile of junk, pile of junk, pile of junk
It stunk
I don’t ask for handouts
Cause I get my drinks for free
Comps and songs and sing-a-longs
For as far as I can see
And I don’t give a damn
If you’re rubber or you’re glue
Just keep it short and to the point
Don’t tell me what to do
Pile of junk, pile of junk, pile of junk
It stunk
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Tell Me Something I Don’t Already Know
Hey people can you hear that sound?
A skipping record going round and round.
We know, Marc, we know
This guitar is out of tune
A rabid dog baying at the moon
We know, Marc, we know
We know, yes Marc, we know
Sittin’ on the wall
Skinny legs and all
If there’s time for screaming
Maybe that time is now
And we can all agree somehow
Up against the wall
You’re so big and we’re so small
If there’s a time for pushing
Maybe that time is now
And we can all agree somehow
We can all agree somehow
Bionic Woman is a friend of mine
She keeps me safe, she keeps me in line
We know, Marc, we know
Sittin’ on the wall
Skinny legs and all
If there’s time for screaming
Maybe that time is now
And we can all agree somehow
Up against the wall
You’re so big and we’re so small
If there’s a time for pushing
Maybe that time is now
And we can all agree somehow
We can all agree somehow
Tell me something...
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