late to discovering this but honest to god this shit RULES..frank sinatra WHO?? i only know shane madej 

A stone’s throw west of nowhere
They've got a golden crop they tend to grow there
Well it’s the sweetest treat
a six foot bird could ever eat
We’ll risk our necks
For a couple more pecks
Of your worthless wheat

Put up a fence and try to keep us out
We’ll plow right through it with balletic leaps and bounds
There’s no defense you’re raisin'
That’ll stop us from our grazin'
There's piles of wheat for
Em-you and me!

No pain, no grain
That’s the name of the game
We choose to chew
That’s how emu do
We snack, they attack
We run away then come right back
Try to kill me I dare you
Do it
DO IT

Shoot us,
Pursue us,
You can drive a truck right through us!
Riddle us with bullets
As we stuff our skinny gullets
Pop a slug right in my skull!
But not until my belly’s full
Kill my family, merc my friends
But the buffet will never end

And I commend you blokes for tryin'
But we simply have no fear of dyin’
It’s agricultural plunder
Until we’re six feet down under

One more time for all our dead rotting friends!

Shoot us,
Pursue us,
You can drive a truck right through us,
(No pain, no grain!)
Pump us full of lead
But make sure you aim for our wobbly heads
(We choose to chew)
There's pile of wheat for em-yooou and me!

Six Feet Down Under

I was born in the time
before time
Before man had a mind
Before stars ever shined
Can you imagine it?
Nothing but the endless screaming void
And lil ol me

Asmodeus
His unholiness
If the name is unfamiliar
Nice to meet you let me fill your
Heart with all the wretched horrors of the world 

ASMODEUS
I promise there won’t be much pain
ASMODEUS
‘cept my claws stretching through your veins
Come on 
Make
Room
For 
An ancient demon up in your brain

I’ll scare the shit outta nuns
Cause it’s fun
I’ll possess anyone
My man consider it done
You know I’ll handle it
Satan’s got a life-long friend in moi

Asmodeus
His unholiness
Old scratch’s right hand man
Because I am so god damn
Odious

ASMODEUS
I’ll take your vessel for a spin
ASMODEUS
And look oh so lovely in your skin

A-S-M-O-D-E-U-S
Evil feels at home inside us

ASMODEUS
I’ll boil your blood and break your back
ASMODEUS
I’ll slurp your soul up like a snack 
You’ll hear my whispers in the dark
Before I shred your limbs apart
Come on
Make
Room
For 
A little bit of hell in your heart

Asmodeus

The Final Ghost

Meteorite Song - Puppet History

Prototype Instrument #73 Song - Puppet History Season 6

Hippodrome Song - Puppet History Season 6

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Sometimes your life don’t go exactly how you planned
A volcano eats your wife and a witch kills all your friends

And what else can you do
But hop aboard a spaceship with a french fries and a can of soup

You've gotta believe in yourself even if you’re just a hologram
Even if nobody gives a damn

There's not a single plupple gonna stop you cause you got a plan
Travel back in time and murder Pam

And sometimes you get marooned
Didn’t plan on plupples for your honeymoon

And sometimes you get locked up
Sittin in a cell while plupples plup plup plup 

But somewhere deep inside
You know your tasty pals are gonna find a way to save your hide

You've got a love inside your heart it’s burnin' like a fryin' pan
So you’ll keep existin' if you can

Cause it’s a Hot Daga
A juicy little tale about just doin’ the best you can
And it’s got a hundred billion fans

And it’s critically acclaimed

Plupple Honeymoon

Oh well
Comin' outta my shell
Whoever knew that it could feel so swell

Yes sir, today
I’m here to stay
I’m sad that giant plupple passed away

Y’know, in all our lives we go through darkness 
For example I was hypnotized for many, many years and I’m frankly not too happy about it

But soon my troubles passed me by by by
But I’m unburdened and I’m feathery, and this bird is feelin' ready 
To take it to the sky

I wonder why
Those plupples made a king of such a simple guy
You’d think they’d want a ruler, maybe saner and a little cooler
Than a cracked egg with two vacant eyes

[Instrumental break feat. plupple chorus line]

Life in a shell can be hell if you're under a spell
But if ya do your best, I attest your tasty friends will take care of the rest

I once killed* the Pope with my friend Mike Soup
But he was bad so it was rad and now it’s firmly in the past and now I’m ready to fly the coop

Oh shoot
It’s been a hoot
Wish I could hang but, oh gosh dang, I gotta scoot

I think I’ll grab a ride with a holographic corn right by my side
Oh, by the way, I’m Dr. Goondis
So pleased to meet ya
Let's go and find your friends

Outta My Shell

[With special thanks to DJ Tubbs for the backing vocals.]

It’s lookin' like I've had enough
Tried the best I can but I don’t got the stuff
I got shot by the Chili Pope ):

It’s easy livin' as a french fry
I'm critically acclaimed but now it’s time to die
Frankly, life’s been pretty dope

It’s been a long hard road for a french fries and corn to walk down
Who coulda ever known the road would lead to
You and me and Soup and Goondis
Takin' on the galaxy

I know that life is crazy
But believe me, Maizey
You’ll be fine without me here

I mean I’m just a funny french fries
There’s really no need to cry
Even though I’m so revered

Was livin' lonely in a future state
Traveled back in time and met my foodie mates
Most of them were witch holograms

The story gets a little dense from there
But if you got a brain it’s pretty crystal clear
Here check out this diagram

See a wedding fell into a witch volcano
Then we scrammed and then we landed
On the planet on the plupples, etc.

And now we’re travelin' to the past
To save our friends and kick some ass

I know that things seem kinda shitty
And that the odds aren’t lookin' pretty but
What's the point of quittin' now
 
And I won’t be here to see it
But you bet your ass that I believe that
You’ll still save the day somehow

The end is comin', gonna punch my mortal ticket
If I had a fuckin' bucket then I got a hunch I'd kick it
And I’m sorry for the cursin' but I’m
Feelin worse and worse and I don’t...

I don't wanna die.

I know it might sound crazy
But believe me, Maizey
You’ll be fine without me here

And it’s lookin' like this french fry’s gonna
Take his bow in this Hot Daga
I’m dying now, just so we’re clear

I’ll see ya later pals, I’m outta here

It’s been a treat

I think I see Smeech

Believe Me, Maizey

We were in love once
Oar, weren’t we?
Dipped into the sea
Just you and me
Wading in harmony

We were were in love once
Oar weren’t we
But now I’m a sword you see
Me and Musashi
Boy we make ‘em bleed

I long for the days our heads dunked under waves
How we splashed and we smooched , oh remember?

Well now I’m a blade and the one thing I crave
Is to slash and to swoosh and dismember

We’re meant to be, Oar
Or are we?

Now this samurai’s cuttin me/you down to size
We must be denser than wood to not realize

We just can’t be, Oar
Or can we?

It’s pretty clear to me, you’d rather be weaponry
You’re spillin’ gore on the shore and I’m lost at sea

Outta My Shell

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