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Sparrow
03:06
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The grass is always greener
When the tribunal says it’s cleaner
So say the creatures of the city
Add the complaint to the litany
And as we sally forth together
Hoof and mouth, unrepentant
Our means of survival are our trade secret
And our trade secrets you've yet to learn
CHORUS:
Little sparrow, you're so narrow
You can fit into anyone's jeans
Look, there's the pigeon
who just a smidgeon resembles a young James Dean
Little sparrow, how you do it?
Keep your cool with so much going on
I guess you just get dressed one leg at a time
And don't sweat the small shit
Paws and claws, your feather feelings
It's a bipedal ride you're stealing
These troubling times they hardly faze us
And our resilience always amazes
We never needed your permission
We've been doing it this whole time
Some of us can even speak your language
And read between those man-made lines
CHORUS
And the bacteria though invisible
Can put you in the hospital
On the filth
On the subway tracks
And the endless midtown deli buffets
You think you're better than us? (you're not)
You pay 2/3 your salary to live in places we've lived forever
And the food with which we’ve been partying for days
K-9, K-10
Lion’s share stays in the lion’s den
With the dreams of humble sparrows
Animals domestic, feral
We are the keystone species
We always were
We stand together
Feathers and fur
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2. |
Mom Jeans Dad Boner
02:52
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As I walk away
Don’t want you to see my Dad Boner
You’re walking out of Dress Barn
Got me tending to your dress farm
Kmart blue light, Target goodness
Please forgive this slackjawed rudeness
Bundled tightness, see me fidget
Your hotness, Liz Claiborne rigid
Magic, tragic, hotness hat trick
I'm engorged from your elastic
As I walk away
Don’t want you to see my Dad Boner
I like the way you do that Jordache sashay
Wish we could just amscray to a one-night stay
At the Days Inn in Bergen county
Denim princess, high waist rising
Wish you knew you my khakis crying
Braided belt, stifled lust
Think I just missed my bus
Chorus
Please leave those Lee's alone
Now I like you best in Guess
Holding Whitman’s samplers on hotel duvets
Room service grilled cheese is on its way
Being a dad was hard to start
And now it just got harder
Like a diamond wrapped in Dockers
Stonewash to my Levi's
Nothing could feel so far away
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3. |
Juggernaut
02:18
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Half past my finest hour
No thanks to hapless cowards
I'm taking champagne showers
No time to smell the flowers
God bless what I hath wrought
The unstoppable juggernaut
Prescription pills
Trophy kills
I write myself into dowagers' wills
Easy-baking
Piss-taking
I wake and bake with bacon
God bless what I hath wrought
The unstoppable juggernaut
Fist bumping
Chest pumping
Bible thumping
And all for nothing
You told me to bring it
But it's already been brung
And you told me to win it
But it's already been won
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4. |
Lawnplane
04:26
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God bless this state of perpetual fear
You can't go home and you can't stay here
There's bedlam on the boulevard
There’s turmoil in the streets
There's people who hate everyone and they haven’t met me
Take shelter in the basement
Take cover in the shelter
Take a little solace knowing things will never get better
It takes the yolk off you
It made a man of you
It took a bath on you
It got a line past you
We're a lot closer to the end than the beginning
The stench of fear is written on your grinning
We traded it all before we knew we had something to trade
It all happened so effortlessly
As the world fell away
Kudos to the engineers
And their fortified deceit
And rendered us to elements that the earth wouldn't even eat
It takes the yolk off you
It made a man of you
It took a bath on you
It got a line past you
Exfoliate the skin, shed that burden of humanity
It's all or nothing lest you make a liar out of me
Bed or battle
Batten down the hatches
Embrace the entropy and figure when the crash is
Fat free momentum
No preservatives impact
You got to cut the rope
Before you're baffled by the sidetrack
Sons and daughters
This is your last standard
Just the night before you were dusting off the nightstand
It's all over
And it has been for years
Best shots given
Good graces unclear
Foreclosures on your mouth
Because your money's where your mouth is
Not for lack of trying
A pox on your safehouses
I am only living
Got a twenty on your heart
Don't be so accommodating if you weren't at the start
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5. |
Prison Jesus
03:29
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He throws his gang signs in Latin
He always outshines the chaplain
Bears a crown of sharpened plastic
System failure begat his sentence
He holds mass in the yard
Holds communion behind bars
Christens in the showers
Both wolf and punk, trades in scars
Prison Jesus, Prison Jesus
He will take your toilet water
Prison Jesus, Prison Jesus
And turn it into toilet wine
Prison Jesus, Prison Jesus
Injustice is your salvation
Prison Jesus, Prison Jesus
Forgiveness in incarceration
He's got stigmata tape deck tattoos
He's got nothing left to lose
Sheds tears for humanity
Which he immediately tattoos
There is only one way
Thou shalt not lift weights on Sunday
Nor stab your fellow man
If thou can help thy hand
Chorus
Football years
14 to 30
Spending time in the library
Studying for his GED
But not the bible obviously
Because he lived it
And because he lived it
If you turn your back on him
He'll stick a shiv in it
Chorus
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I'm working hard
I’m looking svelt
I'm bustin' moves along this conveyor belt
I'm pumping out these funky jams
Am I concerned?
You know I am
Gears catch the hair
Sparks sear the skin
No insurance
No protection
No scabs
No shirts
No lights
It really hurts
There's no union labor in the C+C music factory
There's no union labor in the C+C music factory
There's no union labor in the C+C music factory
Black pants, long hair, management insists
With the cogs and gears the injuries persist
The ill will the floor is harboring
It's time for collective bargaining
They keep us working all night long
Outputting song after song
Efficiency, we got it going on
This is our funky Matewan
There's no union labor in the C+C music factory
There's no union labor in the C+C music factory
There's no union labor in the C+C music factory
Black man, white man
Dancing in synchronization
Short-haired man, attractive lady, ponytailed man
Working this new rhythm nation
The wheels turn and they're dangerous
Mandated ponytails, now it just seems ludicrous
I'm just a squirrel trying to get a nut
Let me see you shake your butt
There's no union labor in the C+C music factory
There's no union labor in the C+C music factory
There's no union labor in the C+C music factory
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Daddy-O
03:58
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Greater than yellow legal
Post-mortem makes me feeble
I'm safe, I'm slow
I roll with punches while the credits roll
Self-addressed with homemade vinegar
Almost made a bigger man of ya
I'm in, I'm sold
The life we lead is metered against gold
Smooth operators are standing by
There's no room for failure
We can barely keep the pace
There's just no room for room these days
There's just no room for space
Your floorplan's got you phased out
The fumes have got you passed out
A little here, a little there
Pay a little less for wear and tear
My squint burns a hole through paper
Save a little if the denim's tapered
Magnifying glass of a man
Chafingdishes, frying pans
I just want an edible garden
I want to stop crying in public
I want to stop misspelling buzzwords
I want to stop eating dog food
Do you know what they're charging for ketchup these days?
Do you know how long it takes to walk anywhere worth walking?
There was a time maybe in my prime
When the most basic of successes was a death sentence
Now I'll take whatever I can get
I'll take it from the beggar's cup
Lower me into the well
It doesn't matter how it got like this
It only matters where the reward is
‘Remember when’ just hurts us more
The day I wake at 6am is the day we won the war
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8. |
D*g F**d
04:19
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Dog food
Dog food
The government makes me eat dog food
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Family Fun
Family Fun is equal parts punk rock n' roll and nothing. A refreshingly haphazard, multi-lensed beast drawing upon influences musical, historical, comical, and sexual. Hardcore threaded with the theatrical, punk rock peppered with proud pop insensibilities, draws fervently from a gorge of culture and history whether it be Born Against, Dinosaur Jr., Agnostic Front, ELO, Iggy Pop, or Joan Rivers. ... more
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