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D'oh!
02:31
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Well that's too bad on top of the adversity, Mr. Burns stuck you in sector 7G. Now you can't stand the sight of that fat employee, or his fucking voice when he first called you Grimey.
Grimey, you never let misfortune put you down until you entered that goddamn town. Grimey, where a noble heart embiggens the smallest man, they continued taking all they can.
Abandoned by your parents at age four, your dreams fell straight through the floor. You got a job delivering toys to kids who were more fortunate. Then when things started lightening up, you somehow managed to get blown up in a silo explosion. Well it took so long to recuperate but you once again could feel pain.
Grimey, you had to learn everything the hard way and now no one remembers you today.
Grimey, where a noble heart embiggens the smallest man, they continued taking all they can
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Solicitor Block
02:03
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Leaving his secrets and his failures in the brief case in his hand, he thought he had it all. It's nonsense, he never read the bible to all salesmen. I swear I'm his only friend.
He's gotchya hooked in the eye but he never reels it in.
Oh why'd he have to turn to me? My fucking pocket's half empty. Is he really alive for something? It was right for him but not for me, I swear I'm trying everything to stop this constant nagging at me. I'll show him what he wants to see, then take him up to the front porch and say leave.
Door to door, he sold his soul for nothing. This guilt's a monster hiding under my bed.
He's gotchya hooked in the eye but he never reels it in.
No one looks straight in the eye. His shooting star's wish is to die. Why can't anyone just be happy? This guilt is eating me alive, my heart has sunk and will not strive. Why isn't anyone caring?
Just sit down. Let's all just think it out.
The jump never looked as high as it was. While no one's home I'll make room in the garage, until he's standing on the ladder, the JUMP. LOOK AT HIM SWING AROUND.
He's gotchya hooked in the eye but he never reels it in. It in. IT IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNN AHAYEEYH.
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Lefties
02:02
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It isn't easy living in a car, a man's gotta eat, sleep, and be please. So why not a McDonald's parking lot? and use their wifi to view pornography. 'Cause it's my home. Leave me alone. Come back with a warrant, I've done nothing wrong. Respect my right to privacy. This is why we need to get rid of police. Why can't a man touch himself in peace in his home? No one will no. 'Cause it's my home. Leave me alone. This is why we need to get rid of police, why can't a man touch himself in peace?
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Mirage
02:44
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I've got the badge so you listen to me. I'm paid to regulate society. What no one ever gets is that to do my job I'm gonna have to break a few laws. When I pulled him over it was for his safety; He didn't have his seatbelt on. So I framed him with some coke and I beat the fucker up to keep that scum off the road. You can sure try but I'll get your ass in time and stop your fun, alright.
I use my gun to hide my dick's tiny size. I feel like a big man writing out fines. Don't push your fucking luck or I'll call back up and that's when shit gets rough. You can sure try but I'll get your ass in time and stop your fun, alright.
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Mysticism
01:27
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Come on fellas, let's hold hands and do what Mother Nature can't. Plastics bags would be better off banned. Global warming needs to end, our planet Earth with soon emend, and all the naysayers put to death. Come on brother grab a plant, stick it down there with the ants then pick up a sitar and join a groovy band, then we all can sing as we cut off the working man's head. Strap a flower to that bomb, this is not war, it's love. I'm sure that we can win, I know that we're enough. We'll murder every lumberjack and feast upon their thighs for a decent healthy meal that protects our animal's rights.
If you care then sing with me, grab a hand and smoke some weed. Let's all make love to the trees.
Come on sister, mellow out. There's no reason for you to shout when we rip your limbs off and tear your eyeballs out. That's what you get when you buy products made from animals. Strap a flower to that bomb, this is not war, it's love. I'm sure that we can win, I know that we're enough. We'll murder every lumberjack and feast upon their thighs for a decent healthy meal that protects our animal's rights.
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Nocturne in C Major
02:08
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My apologies I forgot how important you really are. Excuse me for thinking I'm just as good. It must be stressful knowing your always on everybody's mind. You poor thing, I hope you're fine.
No one cares about you but yourself.
Why do we have the sun when the world revolves around you? You're the best thing on the menu. And who could live a life as vivid and complex as your own? What makes you so special?
No one cares about you but yourself. Your mother just forgot a pill inside her purse, so jump off your high horse. You think your shit doesn't stink. You think you're all that and a bag of chips, but you're just as meaningless as everybody else. You mean even less.
No one cares about you but yourself. No one gives a fuck about you but yourself. No one fucking cares about you at all, so jump off your high horse.
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Complex
00:32
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All of the girls hate me 'cause I'm nice. I've been friendzoned a thousand times, now that just isn't right. But they're just sluts who don't realize I'm the coolest ice cube in the tray. They'll never know my dazzling personality.
My whole life I've felt trapped like a kite caught in a tree, until I discovered the Brony Community.
I tip my fedora to all of m'ladies, like Rainbow-dash and Flutter-shy and of course Rarity. But I don't understand why everyone thinks I have no class, I just wanna fuck these ponies up the ass. Boys have swag but men like me have class.
My whole life I've felt trapped like a kite caught in a tree. None of these sluts can wrap their minds around me. But ponies aren't sluts, they can actually love you back. Ponies won't just point at me and laugh.
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Carmexicution
02:21
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Who do you think you are? You've got too much self-confidence. You think it's mass hysteria when you look at the evidence.
Don't you ever watch the news? You're not wrong you're just confused. The chance is pretty small but don't you roll your eyes at all because it could still happen to you.
Who do you think you are? You're not panicking you seem rather calm. One to the negative ninth power percent of us already has it. Who do you think you are?
The chance is pretty small but don't you dare remain calm because it could still happen to you.
You just never know. You can think you know it all, but I have scientists from People Magazine who are backing me up. It's gonna happen soon. One small outbreak will destroy us all, unless you take the necessary precautions you read in that article. Who do you think you are, some sort of asshole know-it-all, well you're gonna die someday so you better start freaking out. Who do you think you are?
The chance is pretty small but don't you dare remain calm because it could still happen to you.
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Isotopes
03:00
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He is unknown, he is alone, he his the paper bag man. He got the shit-end of the stick, he plays it off like it's his schtick, and his motto is "Friends are for loser".
Can you feel it? He's miserably hopeless. He's gotta problem and it's you, and it's you, and it's you. What was he to ever do in a world so black and cruel? Feeling dumb, feeling down, he's the laughingstock of the town. No one took the time to care, he never fit in anywhere, never took the time to try.
He is unknown, he is alone, he is the one who was robbed dry. Got the shit-end of the stick, plays it off like it's his schtick, and his motto is "Friends are for losers"
He's gotta problem, he's got no life, he's got a problem and it's you.
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Black Monday
00:38
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I've got my list in my left hand, a baseball bat in my right. I've got some shopping to do, tonight's the fucking night. Thanks to a peaceful protest that when slightly out of control, I can gut some gifts right off the shelf. It's a Christmas miracle. It's slightly chaotic in the streets. Through the smoke you can read the "Seasons Greetings". Darren Wilson saved this holiday. Sure it's built on racial tension, but the world's a disgusting place and maybe that's something to embrace.
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I Hate Everything
03:05
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I often stare at the sky at night and hope there's something staring back at us through a telescope, planning to invade, turning us to smithereens, exterminate the human race.
'Cause we're all pricks, every one of us fucking deserves it. We should have seen it coming. We're all pricks. we're not so great, we're not even decent.
The ships are on their way and I can't wait. Destroying all these hate-filled hearts will be a piece of cake. Don't forget what it's about. Fuck, I'll even help you out. Someone's gotta get it done.
'Cause we're all pricks, every one of use fucking deserves it. We should have seen it coming. We're all pricks. we're not so great, we're not even decent.
Humanity has lost its chance, there's no reason for it to last so long, yet it keeps holding on. Well that's soon gonna change. We only have ourselves to blame and it's too late, the ships are coming.
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