Lyrics:

It was a new morning
On a new day
I knew that I was wrong
I knew that I would pay
For I had sold my soul
He had horns upon his head
He promised me my love
Back from the dead
I knew right then
I must hit the dusty trail
To find my lost love
And where she has gone to dwell
Her grave had been robbed
The devil tricked me I could tell
Time to hunt this demon down
And send him back to hell

I pulled into town
Tied my pony to the hitch
Stepped past the whores
Past the beggars in the ditch
The barkeep and the ratskeller
Were one and the same
He knew where to find
My underworld prey
He told me that the cost
Was timeless and old
Since the dawn of kings
Something precious I'm told
So I reached into my mouth
Pulled out a piece of gold
Tell me where to find this demon
My soul's been sold

I've got a dusty hand
I've got a dusty heart
I'm headed out west
To heal a broken heart
I'll bring my silver gun
I'll bring my silver trigger
But the devil's got my bounty
And it's getting bigger and bigger

I hit the dusty trail
The wind blowing at my back
And that's when I saw
Those cloven-hoofed tracks
I've watched the devil wage
War upon my home
Placing false prophets
High upon a throne
I've watched the fires rise
I've seen the sun explode
I've seen the devil work
The people to the bone
The devil has no family
The devil has no friends
But the devil has my soul
Until the end

I've got a quick hand
I've got a quick heart
I'm headed out west
To get a new start
I'll bring my silver gun
I'll bring my silver trigger
But I've got the devil's bounty
And it's getting bigger and bigger

I digress from the tale
I digress you see
For if you haven't learned by now
The devil is me
For I'm the one who killed my wife
And robbed her of her soul
And my army grows in power
Bitter and cold
I have felt your empathy
I have felt your tears
And now your soul belongs to me
For all your lasting years
Ride with me pestilence
Ride with me war
Ride with me death and famine
We'll soon be at your door

I've got a bloody hand
And a bloody heart
I'm headed out west
To play my evil part
I'll bring my silver tongue
A million souls in my pocket
My army's getting bigger
And soon I'll be your prophet
Oh ye of little faith
Put your faith in me
Come and be my puppet
To me bend your knee
Across this land we will sow
Hatred and pain
For if there is no profit
What else is there to gain

Four for 420

Fools and Gold

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Fools And Gold

Now we start to beep and we're hanging with our robodatchi friends
We start to rokkunroru do the robodatchi dance again

We robodatchi this
We robodatchi that
I want a robodatchi
Want a robodatchi cat
Me and bobodatchi best friends until the end robodatchi

Come on let's start the music
Do the robot with a robodatchi
Come on let's all cut loose
Do the robot with a robodatchi

Robodatchi
Rokkunroru

Now we start to blaze and we're smoking with our robodatchi friends
We start to rokkunroru do the robodatchi dance again

We robodatchi this
We robodatchi that
I want a robodatchi
Want a robodatchi cat
Me and bobodatchi best friends until the end robodatchi

Come on let's start the music
Do the robot with a robodatchi
Come on let's all cut loose
Do the robot with a robodatchi

We roll the robot joint
We light the robot joint
We pass the robot joint
We smoke the robot joint

Robodatchi Rokkunroru

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Well I'm just
Sitting here writing another pop trash song
Left here wondering where it is I went wrong
I'm smoking by dumpsters everyday
Taking my life, throwing it away
I'll sit here and write another pop trash song
But I know the sun will keep on shining
Dark days, those we left behind and
Might as well get real stoned
Might as well get real high
So it's time to twist up a J
Dark clouds won't just go away
Might as well dance in the rain
We might as well
Sit here and write another pop trash song
Left here wondering what I did with my bong
I looked behind the couch
I looked behind the stairs
I can't seem to find it
I looked everywhere
I'll sit here and write another pop trash song
I went and bought a Fender Strat
I put it in pawn, ain't got it back
Got some weed but the bag was whack
Got oregano all up in my sack
So I'll sit here and write another pop trash song
Looking for something to load in my bong
I'm sleeping on the couch everyday
Taking my life, wasting it away
I'll sit here and write another pop trash song
But I know the sun will keep on shining
Dark days, those we left behind and
We might as well get real stoned
We might as well get real high
So it's time to twist up a J
Dark clouds won't just go away
We might as well dance in the rain
We might as well dance in the rain
Dance in the rain
Dance in the rain
We might as well sit here and write another pop trash song
Just here wondering where it is I went wrong
I'm smoking by dumpsters everyday
Taking my life, throwing it away
I'll sit here and write another pop trash song
I'll sit here and write another pop trash song

Pop Trash

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She said I'll be at church on Sunday
Then put a cross into my hand
She said you're gonna need it one day
I've done everything I can

Some souls just aren't worth saving
Sometimes a man is just a man
Or a primate with a healthy drug addiction
Just call me Dr. Mammal Man

So I said I'll see you there on Sunday
Maybe I'll bring a good book
Maybe something written by Neil Gaiman
Or a poem by Maria Gowen Brooks

Sometimes a soul ain't worth saving
Sometimes a man is just a man
Or a primate with a healthy drug addiction
Just call me Dr. Mammal Man

God pulled me outta the ocean
Then gave me a couple of arms
Now I can play this guitar
And bang on these drums

Just like Neil Gaiman
Maria Gowen Brooks

Just a primate with a healthy drug addiction
Just call me Dr. Mammal Man

Dr. Mammal Man

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TVs talk.

The circuit breaker
The power line
The television
The television

Pay your bill
Right on time
It's not really
A decision

A sound incision
In your mind
Don't turn me off
Don't turn me off

Planting thoughts
So you'll feel fine
Whatever turns you on

A killing box
Killing time
You bought what it sold
You've done what you've been told

Lines get crossed
All the time
It's in your headspace
Put it in your head

Electric thoughts
Electric dreams
Don't turn me off
Don't turn me off

Planting thoughts
So you'll feel free
Whatever turns you on

We like to turn the power
Take the power
Turn it back on

We like it in the dark
Take the light
Now turn it off

Down you say you cut me
But you cut me from the same cloth

Yeah you got the power
But the power it's made you soft

Peel back your skin
Drown your bones
Learn to float
You're on your own

Pick up the phone
It's teleliving
Turn it up, don't turn me off
The television

Teleliving

Charmless Corridor

Did You Sort It Out Or Should I Buy A Tart

I Got Some (New) Cactus Holes

Matchstick Mayhem

Opossum Stew In The Morning

Really That's Just Egregious

Rebound In A Newtonian Way

Syrup Of Ipecac

You look so good
You look so metal
You look so good in your black eyeliner
I wanna be your flower petal
You look so metal in your black eyeliner

Oh, you look so good in your black eyeliner

You make me feel so very special
You make me tremble in your black eyeliner
You make me break
Well I'm so brittle
You make me break in your black eyeliner

Oh you look so good
You look so good in your black eyeliner

Oh you look so metal
You look so good in your black eyeliner

I'm not dead
I'm still breathing
Dressed to the nines in your black eyeliner
Turn black to red
You got me feeling
There's nothing finer than your black
Than your black eyeliner

You look so good in your black eyeliner
Oh you look so good
You got me feeling so good in your black eyeliner

Oh you look so good
You look so metal in your black eyeliner

Black Eyeliner

Caballero
Caballero
Caballero

Caballero
Caballero
Caballero
No hay caballero

Caballero
Caballero
Caballero
Caballero

Caballero
Caballero
No hay caballero

Caballero
Caballero
Caballero
Caballero

Caballero
Caballero
Caballero
No hay caballero

Catfood Space

Caballero

Do you remember back in the day
It's hard to forget it won't go away
Say hey kid go out and play
But don't forget your gun now get out of the way

I want to start everyday with a case of amnesia
Inhale a vapor trail and make out with the Mona Lisa

I'm gonna ride on my little bunny unicycle
Gonna fly on my little bunny unicycle
Gonna hop on my little bunny unicycle
And try to forget that anything happened today

It's the same thing everyday
Smoking by the dumpster just to get away
I ain't got nothing to trade
Except a broken down guitar I don't know how to play
So hey hey hey hey hey
That's all I got all I got to say
Trying to forget that anything happened

I want to start everyday with a case of amnesia
Inhale a vapor trail and make out with the Mona Lisa

I'm gonna ride on my little bunny unicycle
Gonna fly on my little bunny unicycle
Gonna hop on my little bunny unicycle
And try to forget that anything happened today
Today
Today
I'm just trying to forget that anything happened today

L.B.U.

I woke up passed out
On the bathroom floor
I think I've been in
In this bar before
My bag of coke was broke
Spread across the floor
I guess it's time to
Time to get some more go

I like the way it makes you glow
You know I'm always good to go
Oh oh let's go

Out the back door
Down the alleyway
Let's me and you yeah
Let's make our getaway
So check the review
Like it's yesterday
And if they try to slow us down
We're gonna find another way to go

Baby let's go
You know I'm always good to go
I like the way it makes you glow
Oh oh

So let's head down the coast
We'll go to L.A.
I know a place to stop
That's along the way
Where we can get some more
And we can get going
Cause when ya ain't got go
Then ya ain't going Oh

Baby let's go
I like the way it makes you glow
So come on come on let's go
Oh oh

You know I'm always good to go
I like the way it makes you glow
So baby baby let's go
Oh oh

Drug Party 2 The Sequel: Go

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Don't talk
Don't talk
Don't talk
Don't talk
Don't talk
It's pathologic

Don't think
Don't think
Don't think
Don't think
Don't think
It's pathologic

The written word is the path to logic
It's pathologic
The path to logic
The written word is the path to logic
It's pathologic

I'm artificial
You're artificial
It's artificial but we think that it's real
And I'm a fake
But you're a phony
It's all fake but we think that it's real
I'm superficial
You're superficial
It's official we're super real
It's pathologic
Our path to logic
The path to logic's pathologically real

We pierced the veil
We took the knowledge
We made a deal with the queen of the dead
Our Ignorance is now begotten
We broke our deal with the queen of the damned and now we're gone

The time it takes
The time it took
The time ya make you can't make anymore
Now it's cannon
It fits the lore
The path to logic lies dead on the floor

We pierced the veil
We took the knowledge
We made a deal with the queen of the dead
What we know is now forsaken
We broke our deal with the queen of the damned and now we're gone

Now I got the carbrain
Gonna drive in the fast lane
Join the race
Join the suiciety
Cause I like the way you lie to me
Oh, hit the highway
Feel the roadrage
We made a deal with the queen of the dead
We pierced the veil
We took the knowledge
We broke our deal with the queen and now we're damned

Freedumb

Pathologic

Here come the man with the badge and the blue gun
He got the bullet
Slow ya down
He got the bullet-time
He got the red
Red light flash
Gotchu on the run
On the ground
Slow it down, got to, got to slow it down

This town mine it's for me a for-me-town
Me ground, my ground, a for-me-ground
Watch yourself, better keep your head down
Better keep your head down
Better keep your head down

My life
My world
I'll let you live for a while
My smile
My life
I'll let you live for a while

Well, I drove my car right into a house
No, that's a tree
Same difference to me
If it's made of wood we're cutting it down
Build a fucking town
Then burn it to the ground

It's an autociety
Everything's for me and me
I'm the center can't you see
It's an autociety

Here comes the chump with the bike and the backpack
Motherfucker buys his gas off the suit rack
You can tell he's a real low-class act
Burn your head down and start again from scratch

We belong to the autociety
We belong to the autociety
We belong

A wiser man once stood on my shoulders
A wiser man once slept in my bed
A wiser man, a wiser man once said

A wiser man once stood on my shoulders
A wiser man once slept in my bed
A wiser man once stood on my shoulders
And said

We belong to the autociety
We belong to the undead
We belong to the autociety
I'm dead

I'm dead
We're dead

A wiser man once stood on my shoulders
A wiser man once slept in my bed
A wiser man
A wiser man once said
I'm dead

We belong to the autociety
We belong to the undead
We belong to the autociety
I'm dead
We're dead

We belong to the autociety
We belong to the undead
We belong to the autociety
We're dead

I'm dead
We're dead

We belong to the autociety
We belong to the undead
We belong to the autociety
I'm dead

Autociety

New Jersey Speedball

My dad was pretty fucked up.  I hope you can't relate, but if you can, hang in there, it gets better once you get away from that toxic asshole.

Lyrics:

Sometimes I feel like you're still with me
Somewhere like I'm still within your reach
I know if you were still alive
That you'd say you missed me
But then I'd have to listen
Have to listen to you preach

I know that you're my father and your love it knows no bounds
Like the feel of belted leather, makeshift whips, and cracking sounds
I know I wasn't perfect and that I could make you mad
Life must be tough for an alcoholic dad

I wish I had a chance to look you in the eye
The last time I saw you I told you a bold-faced lie
I told you that I loved you
And while that might be true
I didn't say that I missed you
That I missed you in my youth

I know that you're my father and your love it knows no bounds
Like the feel of belted leather, makeshift whips, and cracking sounds
I know I wasn't perfect and that I could make you mad
Life must be tough for an alcoholic dad

Just know that I forgive you
I wish I could tell you so
Just to have another word
Before I let you go

I know that you're my father and your love it knows no bounds
Like the feel of belted leather, makeshift whips, and cracking sounds
I know I wasn't perfect and that I could make you mad
Life must be tough for an alcoholic dad

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