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Masses
03:34
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On a empty broken highway, haunted till the dawn
They called all night to tell me it never lasts that long
In the sacrifice, in an empty life, it’s just our way
Some say this is no life at all, it’s a holiday
She put her ten cents in and helped me spread the fire
Men in dresses, in closets hearing sins of the fallen child
The statue cried all night, drink blood, eat flesh, sing songs
The boys in dresses, holding crosses, they’ve been wronged
Then we gotta pray, stand and sit all day, it’s just our way
Men in closets collect from poor, I gave five, and put back ten
The statue cries all night, she’s a virgin’s what they say
Men in dresses, in closets hearing sins of the fallen slaves
Cause she put her ten cents in, and helped me spread the flame
The men in dresses, in closets hearing sins of the fallen slaves
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2. |
Club Foot Charlie
02:24
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Clubfoot Charlie smashed his legs
Hit himself somehow in the face
His sister says its karma’s call
A childhood torment on us all
He was taciturn, had one more verve
He joined the church, sleeps on the bar
Dog in his arms, lives on the rail
A carnival barker, an angel’s wail… Hey
Alter boy with a Jewish face
A boy scout that went astray
Chicks dug Charlie from the start
A thin lad with a broken heart
He was taciturn
Had one more nerve
He joined the church
And up in arms
Made his own tent
The righteous one
The lost Ghent kid
Was no Billy Graham, man
He was taciturn
Had one more never
He joined the church
They saved on lights
They made him learn
They made him earn
He wanted a quiet life
But all he got was
An angel’s wail
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3. |
Gordy Hookup
02:44
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Socrates gave ww3 a start
It’s sacrilege to say he has a heart
Glad and glib he rose above the throne
Satan led him down a winding road
Say he’s got a start
They say he went away
They say he took it home
They say he never pays
They say he’s not at home…now
Lockerbie a scattered mess of souls
It’s sacrilege to say they got a goal
crazy things got us to the now
Vacuum heads race me thru the crowd
They say he went away
They say he’s all alone
Handed him my bag
They say he took it home…kick it
They say he got away
They say he took it home
Say he never pays
Say he’s not at home
--Chorus
Gordy’s gotta go
Two bags is a log of blow
Gordy took my dope
Gordy took my blow
Saw him with my mom
He Took her to that show
His aunt said get a job
He caught a bus from Boston
He ended up in Texas
Hub out with Gibby Haynes
Smell his vomit to this day
Gordy took my dope…
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4. |
Heart of a Worm
03:06
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Tipsy turvy Tasia came,
Got a lot to nurse
She drank most every day,
Got a lot of germs
Blotto came to talk to clouds,
Couldn’t find a start
Pie eye welled away,
Can I see past dark
Legless Lexus crawled around,
Got into a car
Street lights turn to blue they
Say that worms have hearts
--Chorus
Can’t stop me/can’t stop me now
Can’t stop me now/can’t see the sound
Four scores and seven bags ago,
Didn’t even care
She caught every sprinkle
Got it in her hair
Hope feeds all the need
Boots in the nose
Uncle Mark and the Deke of Ghent,
Cause work up blitz and go
What is it you have in mind
6:30’s here
Street lights turn to blue they say the
World has a heart
The doctor says something’s wrong with you
Doesn’t really care
Bathtub orgies… puss-filled pores
They were sent to walk with us
Singin’ to the faint of heart
Squiggly knots and pop tarts
Drink kimchi at night
They were sent to talk to us
Sing odes to the damned departed
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5. |
Bootin' Sharapova
02:30
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She scored some more, match about to start
Sunrise fell from skies clock faced since she’s four
Recess was the best gaggers until dark
Double faults and cross courts us fans didn’t buy it
There’s a girl from Chernobyl
Kinda hit it hard
Tall girl with a tennis elbow
Meldonium in the park
She gives perestroika
Bootin’ in the car
Sharapova never to love ya
Got a seeded start
Her dad drove a cab, to pay for her vein of heart
Grand slam into the stands, not just a wild card
A pro shot, forget me not, four scores and eight balls ago
Theres a kid from Chernobyl
Found juice in her heart
Lots of havoc on the road yea
Yuri drove a car
Das vedanya perestroika
Gaggers until dark
Delores Huerta make a stand yea
Got a seeded start
There’s a girl from Chernobyl
Kinda hit it hard
Tall girl with a tennis elbow meldonium in the park
Perestroika das vedanya
Bootin’ in the car
Delores Huerta the world needs ya
Got a seeded start
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6. |
Loose Tooth
02:28
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she’s got a lot to say
restart the SLA
she’s not the thought police
democracy is on its knees
she’s got a glace of death
busted grill, matching head
just wanted novocain
some pill to kill the pain cause
she got a lot she gotta say
they tried to shop the holidays
drugstore cowboys can’t be wrong
she tried to rock one more song
she got a lot to say
her life days of rage
blow up cars don’t work no more
they got ways to kill the poor
revolution in the street
people want anarchy
broke into the liquor store
last night’s year long war
she got a lot she gotta say
tried to reform the SLA
just wanted pills to kill the pain
she’s serving time somewhere upstate
G-man with a black suitcase
we gotta find the SLA
she tried to score the liquor store
don’t want their kind ‘round here no more
on a raid for Novocain
there’s other ways to kill the pain
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The Jacked Bennies New York, New York
The Jacked Bennies aka The Jack Bennies aka The Jacked Up Benzodrines aka The Tchotchkes 2011-Present, Brooklyn New
York
Members Include:
Brian idle edsel Diederich Vocals
Robert Conger Guitar
Paddy McConnel Guitar
Bradley Dean Guitar
Lance Mitchell Guitar
Mark Cisneros Bass/Guitar
Christian Davenport Johnston Bass
Johnny Mac Bass
Jubal Fearing Drums
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