Kiss me
On the soaked gauze
Where my wisdom teeth were

Nothing
Is free
But cancer

You lift me up, it's all my fault
The trees it speaks
I pick up the plums
I burn krabappels
I hope someday you see it too

Nothing
Is free
You really oughta know what is.

You rip your sanguine eyes out onto me
Blind on a plank, you're a seal, you're 23

This is what you get
When you get what you deserve

This is what you get
When you're in the jaws of death of that figurative shark and the angel Gabriel comes down and is like,"hey man, I'm here to save you let's go on a vision quest," and you're like, "oh hey man, isn't this how Islam was founded?" and he's like, "nah, that was poisonous potatoes, kinda like in 'The Crucible'; you're gonna feel great in, like, 20 minutes"

Hi, People's Choice Pizza
Honey, I'm great
I'm higher than Auschwitz and I'm seeing ghosts

She's acting weird
Didn't get what I said
Everything you love is a convenience friend

On Sundays at home
You whittle down the days
You consume all the mess
God dammit wouldja
God dammit wouldja

Asthma

You fuckin' slime
You useless dilettante 
In solipsistic ignorance,
You found yourself
In someone else
No one wants to admit that they're an archetype

Sad!

This juicy riff
It's a bit familiar
I used that gypsy-sounding mode
My Prince Ali
Fabulous he
Alialialialiabagaguahhhe

You wish you were special
But nobody's special
Under the veil of
Content!

Gogol Bordello

Its mouth swells pollen
I can't see the face
Stays after Benadryl

When it spews vomit,
Idiots bring trays
And drink it like a pill

This is what you get
When you get what you deserve

Your flaccid songs never kindle shit
It's just something you do
And when your skin gets used as kindling
You'll win all the way to the end
You'll win all the way

Scarecrow

The lack of groove in five that everybody knew they didn't and continue to understand they don't need

Fruit Salad (Please Kill Me)

Jah Gave The CIA Crack To...

Run to the hills
Pretending that we're not dirty
My tired eyes
Can only see 
The clouds up in the sky
Chasing all our tails until we die

I sat down at the Chili's
My mouth was dry as fuck
I asked for some water
They said no way
We're sticking to the southwestern theme

And if I had a daughter
I'd call her Beef Supreme

Beef Supreme

When I die,
Leave the body
Let it rest in trash

Birds are grinning
Tried to savor that thing you called decisions

When I die,
It's comfort
from the bottom of the barrel

Rip the yoke that comes with a life
You're naked, but you're out of sight
And those demons that make you scream
They'll remain to be seen

If I Were Not Diogenes (I, Too, Would Wish To Be Diogenes)

Putting on pants cause we're going grocery shopping
April's getting sick of my leeching, pantry hopping
Putting on pants cause we're going grocery shopping
My juicer needs juice

Putting on pants cause we're going grocery shopping
Milkshakes every day cause I don't need my body
Putting on pants cause we're gonna go do shit
Size 36 ain't loose

Our hero sits, pensive and vaguely conflicted
Worn, loose clothing surrounds him
The shamelessly wafting, stale smell of semen
Like it wants to know you know it knows
And the existential Republican primary debate called his thoughts resounds like nothing heard before today
It's a beautiful day, what will he do?
Why, it's 10am and the whole world is in his hands 

Deontology for the good of mankind
The man, my man
Duty, do you
Follow the mores so children don't have nightmares
For them, fuck them
Jail time, me time

Donald tl;kadkf;akqefadj;
I'm learning this at school

I take philosophy cause I don't have career ambitions

Today's gonna be just great

Super Best Greatest Day Ever

I'll drive
80 over the mountain
With your baby in the front
With the car seat facing forward

In the name of sexy Sadie,
In the name of Jesus Chri,
makin bacon soup

I'll toss your heart around like a football
Gestapo pawn motherfucker

Hot Dog Bath

I'm looking forward
to being on the right side of history
I'm looking forward
to being on the right side

How's it going?
How ya doing?
What mental gymnastics DO you DO
to justify the shit you're covered in?
ooooohhh
I flex
I think about one thing every day
It allows me to eat burnt steak and ketchup every night
But tell me about you
You hate slavery (I bet you make your shoes)
You hate global warming (and ate all the cows)
You hate cum (I love cum)

I'm looking forward
to being on the right side of history
I'm looking forward
to being on the right side

Do you ever wonder
What's under
the hair
Tau proteins
They consume me
They say:
I have dementia like dad and my relations with women stem from being alone and the fact that $$ can't

I
can't
get
it up

Seriously, there's no sensation in my legs and I'm much too rich to have life alert, please help

I'm Looking Forward

Trickle Dub Policy

Stephen - vocals, guitar
Connor - drums, vocals
Steve - bass, vocals
Evan - sax
Sarah - sometimes vocals

Sounds like leathery plantains

Fat Randy

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