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Wrong Smoke
01:54
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Instead of lighting up your life
We're just lonely and out of touch
Like a Butterfly window pane
We're Noel and Liam Rolled up together
We're The
Wrong Smoke X4
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Observations are Scary
01:12
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Mass Lobotomies
In this economy?
No ones Left
To fend for themselves
Right
And Left
Right
Hey, Did I tell you 'bout that one time?
As long as we don't talk about the weather
all will be fine
Take your shirt off your back
put it on mine
No really you think you can get away with it, in this economy?
Godamnit Richard
Get back to Work!
I didn't Leave I'm just taking a break
I didn't Leave I'm just taking a break
I didn't Leave but I might Just Break
I didn't Leave but I might Just Break
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Burning out is overrated
It never meant that much to me
The trials and the strife
not to mention denial
We're all dying to dance the night away
no end to serfs, nothing to lose
we're all right.
Burning out is overrated
never held the glory
mountaintop and golden fleece
the struggles and the hugs
all forgotten
denial
We're all dying to dance the night away
no end to serfs, nothing to lose
we're all right.
We're all dying to dance the night away
no end to serfs, nothing to lose
we're all doomed.
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Some trash about busses
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Trash Commander
02:40
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He Roams the Streets
Alone Again
Sweet Saccharine
From Garbage Cans
(we Sleep, Clean sweeps)
He's the one who understands
wisdom lives in his hands
(we Sleep, Clean sweeps)
Leave this world to normalize
There's one to disguise
Trash Commander at Work (repeat a bunch)
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Lifting around
In the town
for you I
Watch
Sing it once
Sing with Pride
Sing it one more time for Chi
Piggy's heart beats in you
1,2, SNFU
See me walking out the corner of your eye
Like a bird in the blue (Have you seen this man?)
Gold suit and a red bowtie, fox helmet ensoothed
Sing it one more time
Societys no fucking use
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Beep Boop
03:00
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Welcome to my tale
its really nothing new, whats been going on?
for centuries before CDs, some jesus guy on my lawn
There was something wrong with this neighbourhood
I was all by myself
Larry wants a
fire alarm
chicken parm
mistle toe
head to toe
in cologne
here we go!
I wanna fun
gimme some fun
oooh fun
fun
government beep boop
I was walking out on the road last night
when I caught myself
There was nothing left of me
but the mason jars on my shelf
I was too short, too fat, too long,
I dont wanna get in your face
When I said something wrong
It was rather rude
Everybody with their fucking attitude
I wanna fun
gimme some fun
oooh fun
fun
government beep boop
Nows the time that was to tell
now off you fuck and go to hell
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I am the Mad Man
02:18
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The way we left things were tumultuous at best
left the slate unclean
we flipped the table contents pinned now to my chest
i'll never let it be
We tiptoe lightly round the truth
while it haunts us
Kept feelings now adorn my shelf
decaying into dust
there is a new spot on my shelf just for you
Inhaling the wrong smoke for quite some time
I'll never let it down I'll never let it die
We tiptoe lightly round the truth
while it haunts us
Kept feelings now adorn my shelf
decaying into dust
there is a new spot on my shelf just for you
I am the Madman
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“A moth goes into a podiatrist’s office, and the podiatrist’s office says, “What seems to be the problem, moth?”
The moth says “What’s the problem? Where do I begin, man? I go to work for Gregory Illinivich, and all day long I work. Honestly doc, I don’t even know what I’m doing anymore. I don’t even know if Gregory Illinivich knows. He only knows that he has power over me, and that seems to bring him happiness. But I don’t know, I wake up in a malaise, and I walk here and there… at night I…I sometimes wake up and I turn to some old lady in my bed that’s on my arm. A lady that I once loved, doc. I don’t know where to turn to. My youngest, Alexendria, she fell in the…in the cold of last year. The cold took her down, as it did many of us. And my other boy, and this is the hardest pill to swallow, doc. My other boy, Gregarro Ivinalititavitch… I no longer love him. As much as it pains me to say, when I look in his eyes, all I see is the same cowardice that I… that I catch when I take a glimpse of my own face in the mirror. If only I wasn’t such a coward, then perhaps…perhaps I could bring myself to reach over to that cocked and loaded gun that lays on the bedside behind me and end this hellish facade once and for all…Doc, sometimes I feel like a spider, even though I’m a moth, just barely hanging on to my web with an everlasting fire underneath me. I’m not feeling good. And so the doctor says, “Moth, man, you’re troubled. But you should be seeing a psychiatrist. Why on earth did you come here?”
And the moth says, “‘Cause the light was on.”
― Norm Macdonald
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