I only need the first three verses.  The order: The first, the second, the bridge, the third, then the first again.  If you want to want to add a solo or part like that, you can maybe use the too-didactic fourth verse buried low in the mix or with some effect.

This song is about all the idiots I can currently think of, and it is an attempt to insult them without their puny fucking stupid minds ever realizing it, because their fucking brains don't think about ANYTHING. FLUFFYPANTS.

Green Bikes

The Bulge

I like this song which means I'll hate it in a day or a week or a year.

Empires Crumble

This song is about living with someone annoying.

The Camping Freeze (Demo)

I live in a drum because the rent's cheap.

Shiny pigeons sit on the drum skin ceiling                      
They dance with their heads like a man who's dealing            
And their legs clink together like wooden knitting needles      
Like wishbones, glasses of beer and large beetles [GO UP]      
If I believe hard enough in my own disappearence                
Can I enduce an intense state of pain relief?                   
I have to form a goal before I can even want it                 
I wish I could forget my superstitions at will                 
When the pigeons crawl like insects on my skin                  

It's pleasant or potent depending on the storey
A giant snare runs above the former rock quarry
It was designed to be like living in a drum
And every thing on top makes a resonating hum [GO UP]
The roof sweats rain but it lets the light in
And the vibrating coils make the office chairs spin
The siding is shedding but it wicks away the rain
The pigeons collect like condensation, worthless as material things
And motionless like fruitbats without wings

My labrador worries that I'll lose my job
Because he doesn't know which pet stores to rob
If I had a career my dad would call me "dude"
My spouse would have an old name and a snowman's mood (slowly melting)
It's not just my religion that I would be putting to waste
Everyone lives in drum machines these days
My dog has started chasing pigeons down for job interviews
This job app is asking me what smartphone I use
And the pigeons bob their heads on the tight, tight skin

I gotta stop worrying if I'm being truly thrifty
What *if my legs don't work anymore when I'm sixty
I just don't make enough money to spend it
 But how can I save my time if I can't defend it?
You lose just as much integrity doing everything yourself
As when everything that you desire is rotting on a shelf
When I'm having fun I feel like I'm wasting my fucking life
 The rhythms of a hundred birds are grinding like a steak knife
I crank the stereo and watch them go

Drumhouse

Nigel Stevens's Album

8-9-14 Nothing Master

This song is about the Human Condition (the book).

Everybody Has a Ghost

She Rides

5-25-15 I'll Mature Inside It

Brian F Cohen's Album

g your b

This is a song by the Tracy Sotos
Lyrics: 
I don't wanna wanna wanna be a terminator, 
I've got green beer in my refrigerator, 
we can drink it at the concert later if you come party with me.
I like to party even on weeknights, 
at local DIY punk concert sites

Drumhouse

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