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Can’t say nothing (Can’t say shit)
It’s goin down at The Hexagon
It couldn’t get much worse
Can’t say nothing (Can’t say shit)
Paul Bunyan is smoking crack
It’s going down at The Hexagon
It couldn’t get much worse
Moo and Worm are full of fleas
I got molly and 2CB's
I've got a lucky fly hovering around my head
She hands me a light and asks me when I’ve been
This time, I said
“I’ve been busy”
Ben Bizzey’s blues
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I should’ve been a mechanic, so I can work in a shop
Should’ve been an attorney, then I’d know how to talk
Everything is so fucked up, am I dying or not?
But I keep my head down, man. I don’t get tied up in knots
Hipster bakery, the NRA
It’s all the fucking same to me
Shareholders and paychecks get everything done
Bums like us that make it work (the system)
Can’t change someone’s beliefs and opinions
People will always be pieces of shit
Low frequency vibration
I know I’m white so I can say shit
But I’ve seen the effects and I’ve seen the damage
Cash and property, what everyone wants
Displace the people, “let them figure it out”
Low frequency vibration
Guess it doesn’t really matter what you grow up to be
As long as you get a good paycheck, and you can lay down and sleep
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Off The Top Of My Head
01:18
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I had to get it off of my head
Off of my head
I had to get it off of my head to move on
Full of fear, withl glossy eyes, you set the rules
And I was scared I’d dry you out; you’d lose your cool
But a chip on my shoulder told me
I had to get it off of my head
Off of my head
I had to get it off of my head to man up
Feeling like some beach bum trash (I don’t surf!)
Eating hair with every move, it tastes like dirt
I had to let my balls hang and flex my pecs
So I could be my own man
Off of my head
I had to get it off of my head to move on
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I Was a Dope Boy
03:02
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I was a dope boy
We came in the house
We knocked on the door and we sat on the couch
We went to the parties and we’d go to the bars
We’d go to the bathroom and we'd go to the car
I was a dope boy (I was a dope boy)
I played in a band
I had these girls eating out of my hand
Ludacris and Underoath turned all the way up
Blue raspberry vodka in a Taco Bell cup
I was a dope boy (I was a dope boy)
Now I’m out the game
Got a whole new perspective, my priorities changed
Right when I saw her I knew she was rad
Now we live together and I’m like my dad
Now I’m like my fucking dad
I was a dope boy
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Damn, Dude
03:12
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Damn, dude. Life’s a scam, dude.
The venom brain rears it’s stupid grin
I’ve abandoned what matters for means and ends
I was mistaken cuz there was nothing. I’m fucking with me
I gave it all up, and now I see nothing
Damn, dude. This spectacular scam, dude.
The eyes roll back in my head
I’m in the deep end, I can’t touch
I’m just treading in chunks
The game is rigged, the card is forced, I need a new pack
Being dealt a shit hand, falling head first in a scam
I’m becoming the master of slack
I don’t consider anyone, I’m a sit-down man
Just a middling road hack, breaking down for fast food and unleaded gas
So come have a seat and watch me, cuz it really really really really matters
What? Why am I wasting this time? Yours, theirs and mine
I’m all excuses. Very Little remains.
Very little came…Always fucking drained
Blank brain, blank brain, blank brain, blank brain
Moving sluggishly through time, 9000 miles of grime
Struggle fucked through another useless line
I’m fretted, but I strive to be fretless
Relieved to be bedded, perturbed by the wetness
Only an honest error once. I haven’t been right in months.
Hard habits, hardwiring minds, hard habits, hardwiring minds, hard habits, hardwiring minds
With scattered extra parts
The Stubborn Being stays stuck, the Stubborn Being stays stuck, the Stubborn Being stays stuck
And it will never sit pretty….ya
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6. |
Disasslife (Ass Life 3)
01:56
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They’re funny, they’re boring, they’re out in the car
“Revenge of the Nerds” Ariel says at the bar
There’s a cover, it’s too much, “We want to play there”
The kids at the shows they don’t mosh, they just stare
High On Lows, One-Eyed Doll
THC, Dead To Fall
In the end, it’s all just fun, take a breath and hug someone
When we die,
the wheels don’t stop,
this cat piss world,
The rippers and the flops
The shows and the feelings, the people, the parties
Humans, a cancer, but all that shit mattered
It goes by in moments, you’re left with a t-shirt
Find me at the bar and well talk of the old shows
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Relaxation Techniques
02:29
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Wound up and restless again, I gotta relax
Delusions of grandeur again, I drink my coffee too fast
Getting soft again, smoking too much weed
Too many car insurance commercials on TV, they say
The human race is a peaceful one
An Active mind is a useful one
Put your hands on my slimy, yellow body and squeeze
I’ve got a shameful disease
Be my Cheryl David, I’ll try to be sweet
Soft grass and trees
You said “Think positive…it’s only the power that you give it”
Some days my peace is true, some days it’s full of shit
But there’s an island of garbage in the pacific sea
And there’s a prison full of black men waiting for a son they’ll never see
An active mind isn’t useful anymore
The human race can’t be peaceful
My heavy mind is only burdensome
But this lovesick melody is beautiful
My mind is a congressman playing the game
He says he’s helping only ‘til he gets paid
My mind is a liquor store that’s open ‘til three
You don’t respect the place, you just take shit and leave
My mind is a cigarette that’s tossed into trash
Burns down to the filter and you choke on the ash
My mind is meadow with sunflowers and grass
It’s calm and it’s beautiful and it’s littered with rats
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Gape It
02:19
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The walls are closing in
I need something to stop this shit
Something wet and something hard
Something I can fucking count on
(Let's stretch it out) I wanna see that hole
(Let's stretch it out) I wanna know I’m free
(Let's stretch it out) I wanna taste it all
(Let's stretch it out) Escape Plan B
It’s way too dark in here
And way too dry
There are things I’d like to do
Before I eat shit and die
(Let's stretch it out) I need to taste that hole
(Let's stretch it out) I need to know I’m free
(Let's stretch it out) I need to feel it all
(Let's stretch it out) Escape plan 3
Spread it
Ream it
Gape it
Scream it
Open up for me
Slowly at first
Then faster
Then harder, unsuspectingly
Not a finger, but a fist, with a kiss, kiss, kiss
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Sandra Bullock
01:40
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I’m not a slut, I’m not a jezebel
I’m just a girl with a sex drive
I had hope for you and me, boy
Did you like me? I was waitin to see, boy
Couldn’t wait to tell you everything in my head
Now I’m fucked up and I wish I was dead
We started kissing right after we met
It was awkward but it was sweet
We took our clothes off, almost fucked in your van
I started talking and you got weird and left
Did you like my breasts? Did you like my teeth?
Did you notice the way I wanted to stay in your backseat?
Things didn’t really turn out the way I wanted them to
Nothing ever really does, but you know what?
I’m coming for you
Wistful longing mixed with jealous hatred
To Boston, To Texas
Boy, I’ll be looking for you
You’ll cook and clean and look good in suits
I’ll bring home the checks, I’ll listen to you
I’ll be all that you need
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Hey man!
What makes you think you've gotta stop now?
There's an afterlife ahead of us - we can still get plowed
I'm not prejudice against the living or the dead
I'll stick shit up my ass with whoever keeps me fed
Boofing with Chris Farley's ghost
Boofing with Chris Farley
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I’m spitting philosophy at bricks
And I’m starting to get really ticked
(We’re getting pissed)
We can’t see eye to eye
No reason to my rhyme
Perception’s killing all our cats tonight
(Killing those fucking cats)
Piss on your friends
If you want a war
Fighting fire with fire galore
Allies will turn
If you leave em’ no choice
You gotta recognize
When they’re hearing your voice
Forced to fight back
If we like it or not
We live in an era
Of Xanax and thots
Balling our fists
Now we’re ready to fight
If it’s what it takes
We’re gonna tear out your eyes
You better run
I'll fight you
Ripped in my cosmic shirt
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Ass Life Los Angeles, California
Ass Life:
Jason Nils - yells
Andy Hill - guitars & yells
Chad Fjerstad - bass & yells
John Kyle - drums
shows: asslifepunkshit@gmail.com
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