"he's lanky and weird but he sure knows the right words to say" a little transparent there Shane

So this Christmas
You wanna get em
Somethin sweet and sentimental

Aren’t you precious
And so thoughtful
So very nice

But lemme pitch you this
Instead of worthless shit
Maybe take the hit
And dip
Into those savings for a little
somethin priceeeeyyyyyyy

Gucci, Rolex, Tiffany
A rare illegal foreign cheese
I’ll buy you shit that’ll make you scream
Make your real life feel like a holiday dream

You want a yacht okay why not
A taxidermied ocelot
Armani, Prada, and Dior
Anything you want, I’ll wrap it up, it’s yours

This Christmas! Gonna spend every DIME
Because the finest gifts are
ONE YOU FIND ON A SHELF

This Christmas! Ain’t wasting my TIME
Tryin to read your mind and make you something myself

(Wailing)
This Christmaaaaaas!

This Christmaaaaaas!

Love on a Shelf

Livin in France
Out in le country
A little more limited menu than you see in Paris

Got no filet mignon
Got no boeuf bourguignon
No bouillabaisse or creme brûlée or charcuterie

Ahh but when the pangs of hunger
howling in the gut grow stronger
Fangs come out and then I long to
MUNCH ON THE TERRIFIED FRENCH

French HEADS, I’m eatin’ em nightly
Bon apetite mon frère, no need to heat I’ll eat ‘em rare

French HEADS, season ‘em lightly
A bordelaise for Claire, a pinch of pepper on Pierre

HOWLS

Call me beast
Call me a monster
Just don’t call me late when a tasty young shepherd’s in the meadow alone

Go on and shame me
Ah but ya made me
It’s whatcha get when you’re hangin with a wolf in the quiet low valleys of the ecotone

Ahhh I realize it’s reckless
But this wolfy’s feeling peckish
If you don’t protect your neck it’s
CHOMP CHOMP AU REVOIR! Ha ha ha ha

French heads, they’re oh so yummy
Paprika dusted on Denis, a side of skewered Genevieve

French heads, in my tummy
As for below the neck, no thanks
I’m good
I’ll take the check PLEASE

French Heads

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I don’t need another fight in the kitchen,
Don’t need another sorry I don’t mean.
Truth is, girl, I’ve been slippin’,
Blamin’ you when it’s all on me.
I pour whiskey like it’s water,
Light a smoke just to kill the time.
Tell myself I’ll try tomorrow,
But tomorrow never shows up right.
Guess I’m better off lonely, than breakin’ your heart,
I’d rather take the blame than tear us apart.
It ain’t fair, but it’s all I know—
To push away the one I hold close.
You loved me good, but I can’t stay sober,
I’m the reason love keeps gettin’ colder.
Baby, don’t wait on me…
I’m better off lonely.
Your mama said I got a good heart,
But a good heart don’t fix my ways.
Every time you try to save me,
I just dig a deeper grave.
It’s not that I don’t want forever,
It’s that I can’t give it to ya straight.
I keep runnin’ from the mirror,
And losin’ every race I chase.
Guess I’m better off lonely, than breakin’ your heart,
I’d rather take the blame than tear us apart.
It ain’t fair, but it’s all I know—
To push away the one I hold close.
You loved me good, but I can’t stay sober,
I’m the reason love keeps gettin’ colder.
Baby, don’t wait on me…
I’m better off lonely.
One day I might find my way,
But tonight I’ll just drive and fade.
You deserve a man who ain’t
Always fallin’ on his face.
Guess I’m better off lonely, than breakin’ your heart,
I’d rather take the blame than tear us apart.
It ain’t fair, but it’s all I know—
To push away the one I hold close.
You loved me good, but I can’t stay sober,
I’m the reason love keeps gettin’ colder.
Baby, don’t wait on me…
I’m better off lonely.
Yeah, I’m better off lonely.
Better off lonely…
Than hurtin’ you again.


Better Off Lonely

“Grace Don’t Keep Score” is DJ JAVE’s soulful ode to forgiveness, second chances, and the power of letting go. Rooted in heartfelt country storytelling, the song blends warm acoustic guitars, tender melodies, and honest vocals to explore the beauty of moving forward without holding grudges.
With lyrics that reflect on life’s mistakes, love’s resilience, and the quiet strength of grace, this track captures the timeless message that forgiveness isn’t about keeping track — it’s about freeing the heart. Perfect for backroads drives, quiet evenings, or any moment when you need a gentle reminder to let go and embrace life’s imperfections.

Grace Don't Keep Score

Choo choo
I'm a train!
Choo choo
This is the song I sing!
Choo choo
All abooooooard!

Y’know it sucks to be a train
Luggin' normie losers through the cold and the rain
Same path, same track, same route
The monotony’s enough to make a choo choo POUT!

But then one day you catch a break
Gonna take a VIP to the Old Line State
Uh, who me? Yes you. But who?
Well I’ll tell you who-
The soon-to-be president of the
UUUUUUnited states.
They call him honest Abe.
He’s got a funny little beard
And he’s lanky and weird
But he sure knows just the words to say

But then some racist dipshits	
Took out a hit and chose to sit and wait-
For the man they call Abe
And robbed this lonely locomotive of a real exciting day

And then all of my choo choos
Turned into nothin but boohoos!

Boo hoo
Choo
Choo choo
Boo choo hoo hoo
Boo Hoo!
Choo boo hoo
Boo hoo hoo
Choo choo hoo
Boo hoo
Choo choo

Chugga Chugga Boo Hoo

Pompeii, a beautiful day!
Check me chillin in a geological way
I’m Vesuvius,
Some say the grooviest
Volcano they know in the west coast bay

And excuse-a-me-ah, a but ya see-ah
I got a little case of planetary diarrhea
So uh oh-oh-oh! I’m gonna blow
Ashes up the asses of the masses below

I’m Mount Vesuvius!
And, look, I hate to do this
Just gonna bury yr town rq :(
But spewin’ goo’s my truth, sis :)

Apologies to the bay of Napoli
But I gotta lotta lava gotta get outta me
Well I’m hot and I’m quakin! And shakin geothermally
But it’s not to be taken! Please don’t take it personally!

Pompeii! If you’re feeling it! Shout it back!
Oh, okay, well, they’ve covered in ash. —   

I’m Mount Vesuvius
And, look, I hate to do this
Just gonna bury ur town rq :(
Cause spewin’ goo’s my truth, sis :)

And I’m sorry but I can’t control these grim volcanic urges
And I hate to cake your town beneath my pyroclastic surges
And you have to know that even Mother Nature gets the runs
This could all have been prevented with a million tons of Tums!

Chugga Chugga Boo Hoo

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