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Scooped Up! - TV Dinner
01:55
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When I see you
I think about you changing then I touch myself
Then your mom walks in
I realize I'm not even at my house
"What is going on"
She screams as I try to zip up my pants
Then my dick gets caught
In the zipper now I'm freaking out
I'm sorry
I'm sorry now
But it's too late
I'm sorry
I'm sorry now
But it's too late
Don't know why I'm here
But it's pretty clear
That you are mad
Sorry my bad
I try to run away
So I jump out the back door fire escape
Then I hit my head
Got hit by a car now i am dead
I'm sorry
I'm sorry now
But its too late
I'm sorry
I'm sorry now
But it's too late
Don't know why I'm here
But it's pretty clear
That you are mad
Sorry my bad
I'm sorry
I'm sorry now
But it's to late
I'm sorry
I'm sorry now
But it's to late
Don't know why I'm here
But it's pretty clear
That you are mad
Sorry my bad
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Feel the autumn leaving from my eyes
Head begins to rot
Roots start growing deep into the ground
Breathing something I should not
Fingers crawling from beneath the pit
Arms that I control
Legs are longer, and a little spit
Drooling on my clothes
You can talk to me, but I don't have a head
Lest you give to me while laying in your bed
This heart I grew for you while laying in the dirt
Has taken hold my pumpkin head
Nighttime comes, light candles in my skull
Walk safely to your home
You hold my hand, I wish that I could blush
Over this skin and bone
You give me once a kiss right on the cheek
And I walk home alone
Back to the hole, my body lay to rest
My head cut full of holes
This heart I grew for you while laying in the dirt
Has simply shielded me from fear of getting hurt
As the light in my head burns out amidst the cold
A baseball bat cracks through my brain
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We sat on your porch to have a talk
But it's hard to hear your mumbling
When your tongue swings around on the inside of my mouth
I guess it's better than hearing you say
We broke up 'cos I don't know how to grow up
You're not a kid anymore, I think I threw up
Did I fuck up once again?
My teeth are bleeding
My voice is slurring with every word
I can't remember what I said
Was it me or was it all the alcohol?
She was the one who, she was the one who
She was the one who broke my heart in two
She was the one who, she was the one who
She was the one who broke my heart in two
She was the one who, she was the one who
She was the one who broke my heart in two
She was the one who, she was the one who
She was the one who broke my heart in two
I left a voicemail on your phone
It was a mixture of drunk sadness horny
And a little bit of love
You called me back said it's over
I said wait, just give it some time
I promise when I knock on your window I'll wait
For now it'll be the last time
I got a black eye and a bloody nose
And I really can't remember how I got them
Where's this bag of wadded Burger King from?
Maybe I was just too stoned
She was the one who, she was the one who
She was the one who broke my heart in two
She was the one who, she was the one who
She was the one who broke my heart in two
She was the one who, she was the one who
She was the one who broke my heart in two
She was the one who, she was the one who
She was the one who broke my heart in two
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The Goons - April
03:46
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April Lala lost her name
She's just off today
But she's come back to say
I won't go away
She told me
She's so cold
What's it matter anyway
She can numb the pain
Oh so strange
April turns to May
She told me
Please don't go
She walks with flowers in her hair
Sleepwalks to smell the summer air
Her brain's in Mars
It's not that far
April Lala found her fame
Has a lot to say
She killed her man, oh what a shame
Had it coming anyway
She told me
She's controlled
She walks with flowers in her hair
Sleepwalks you smell the summer air
She soars no one can compare
Sees clear that there's nobody there
Her brain's in Mars
It's not that far
Her blindfold scars
It's not that
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UgLi - House Pet
02:31
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One two three finger
Nobody taught me how to care
I think I should've picked it up somewhere
Along the way
We all decay from what we love the most
So shimmer while you can
Please tell me that I'm not the same
Glitter on the pan, it's heating up
But I've got nothing to eat ooh baby
I'm just a house pet
I'm just a house pet
Well let me lie all day
Today was yesterday again
I think I don't recall so yeah
Why would I want to
Why would I, I do, oh I do
If my life is sweet
Is that why I have so many cavities
On my rotting teeth, lead me on a leash
And I'd still get lost ooh baby
I'm just a house pet
I'm just a house pet
Well let me lie all day
I'm just a house pet
Ahh I'm just a house pet
Well flush me down the drain
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When we met, you caught my gaze
A cold-ass night near the holidays
I couldn't find the nerve to just say something
Dark room, late night
I felt the warmth behind your eyes
Six years since then
With no idea this would happen
May have failed, but I had schemed
To get the girl who was in my dreams
I played my favorite songs and caught you humming
Dive bars, rock shows
The joy they bring will always grow
When I'm with you
I know you feel this too
'Cause all we ever wanted was to be a couple of kids
In an empty concrete jungle on a distant trip
Where the world had gone away
And you and me could play
We'd see all the lights and nobody could stop us
Just a couple of kids
Leaning for a kiss
She's a queen in the modern day
And no one can tell her what to say
She's a rebel and a saint
But you'll never hear me complain
Ice cold bong rips
May feel good but they never hit
Like kissing you
Where I want to be when the night is through
'Cause all we ever wanted was to be a couple of kids
In an empty concrete jungle on a distant trip
Where the world had gone away
And you and me could play
We'd see all the lights and nobody could stop us
Just a couple of kids
Leaning for a kiss
Even when we don't agree
I know you'll stay here with me
You're the only thing I need to get me to sleep
(And I couldn't survive without you in my life)
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Feverton - Parasite
02:22
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I'm sick of having nothing in common with all my college friends
If you can call them that
I'm sick of getting left on read by all these record labels
They all think I'm bad
Another wasted day, another wasted excuse
I'll drag myself out of bed
Y'know she was right about you
I don't even like sleeping, I use it to hide from the chaos
Drive for the payoff and
I can't tell if we're on a break or it's over
Could be high, but I'm sober
No matter how many moral dilemmas in life, I manage to do it myself
No matter how many times I push it away, it always comes circling back to me
So what's the point of doing the right thing if the people you care about won't even believe you
I'm sick of having nothing in common with all my college friends
If you can call them that
I'm sick of getting left on read by all these record labels
They all think I'm bad
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Grutch Records New Jersey
Clothes for the rural punk.
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