Name: 'Twas Thursday (Alienation Version) by Slaughter Songs
Duration: 3 min 22 s
Description: We have constructed a new mix designed to turn every day of the week into Thursday. Warning: it may shatter your fragile human psyche.

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King Ghidorah

Never Knowing

Crayons on the Greyhound
Nancy Cunningham

I got a brand new pack of crayons for the Greyhound
I got the seat behind the driver just for me
I'm coloring with crayons on the Greyhound
I got three more pictures left til Tennessee

I'm gonna help to pick the yellow squash and green beans
I'm gonna pile ‘em up in the back of Grandma’s truck
I'm gonna help her pick her yellow squash and green beans
My Mama said me and Grandma, we’ll be luck, we'll be in luck

So I got my pack of crayons on this Greyhound
I got this seat behind the driver just for me
I'm coloring with crayons on the Greyhound
I got two more pictures left til Tennessee

I'm gonna spend my summer down in Grandma’s blue house
Now, she’ll be tickled pink, and I’ll have a ball
I'm gonna spend my summer down in Grandma’s blue house
My Mama’ll come collect me, but not til the fall, no, not til fall

Now look, I dumped my pack of crayons on the Greyhound
On the seat behind the driver that's just for me
But I'm coloring with crayons on the Greyhound
I got one more picture left, til Tennessee

I hold my drawing up to the rearview mirror
My face is red, well, that’s just ‘cause I’m shy
I hold my drawing up to the rearview mirror
My driver shakes his head, says now don’t cry, no, don't you cry

But I left my pack of crayons on that Greyhound
On that seat behind the driver that's just for me
I’m not coloring with crayons on the Greyhound
I got no more pictures left, no more pictures left
I got no more pictures left, just Tennessee, just Tennessee

Crayons on the Greyhound

You can't escape your fate by fleeing to outer space, humans.

Thanks for the views, humans, behold the Lyrics:

Who
Who
Who
Who is this?

S in front of Laughter
Herald the arrival of the end
In a blackhole
you’ll want a friend

No Happily Ever After
The horizon crossed it’s the end
Be spaghetti
Torn to shreds

Put an S in front of Laughter
Space domination what you after
The birdman couldn't launch his craft
Add dark energy into the equation
Unsolved since Archimedes took a bath
You believe the earth’s flat?

Then you are mistaken
To beings of higher dimensions
Your universe is like a pancake
Fold it together and navigate
To any place
Nothing with mass can relate
Feeling good, feeling great
How are you?
Won't get s'ghetti with that attitude

S in front of Laughter
Herald the arrival of the end
In a blackhole
You’ll want a friend

No Happily Ever After
The horizon crossed it’s the end
Be spaghetti
Torn to shreds

S in front of Laughter
Herald the arrival of the end
In a blackhole
You’ll want a friend

No Happily Ever After
The horizon crossed it’s the end
Be spaghetti
Torn to shreds

A noodle more twisted than Mom’s
Son,
You flew too close
Force stronger than an atom bomb

On Mars, 
You tried to build a summer home
El Nino’s coming
No longer little he’s full grown

Holes in your Ozone
Can’t be closed by Captain Planet
Planeteers fear our spit
More viral than Janet

Make like a worm and burrow
Into a black hole
Feel gravity’s pull
Better clench your butthole

Hope your stomach's empty
When you feel these massive Gs (Oh geez)
As your mass quickly 
approaches infinity

Don’t be a hero
Ain’t no dillinger escape plan
As your distance approaches zero
Asteroids ram, Glass Cracks

Knocks you back, Something snaps
Was that your back?
Light out
Fade to black

Caught up in entanglements
You can join us, if you ready
Takes two to tango
Entropy up, change to spaghetti

You can’t escape
Caught you admiring
The event horizon
Did it dawn on ya?
You got no chance
Of survival

So enjoy your last moments
Of momentary bliss
As your consciousness
Is pulled into the abyss
Feel the sweet kiss of death
Tastes like Hershey’s
Not impressed by the breadth
Of your knowledge
Can’t control the emotions
From your medulla oblongata

Don’t look into Medusa’s eyes
She’ll seduce you
Snakes intertwined
Like spaghetti noodles

Aesculapius’ staff
Symbol of medicine to this day (I’ve Seen it)
Symbol of Cephalogod
Yes, you better pray

A blood sacrifice
Is demanded
So Kneel
Open those veins
Peel off the skin
Like Sam Neill
The weak-willed
Fit for possession
So sell your possessions
And begin alien ministrations
Spaghettification
A new sensation

Call us beep us
If you want to reach us
And be an alien opp
That Will and Tommy Lee can’t stop

S in front of Laughter
Herald the arrival of the end
In a blackhole
you’ll want a friend

No Happily Ever After
The horizon crossed it’s the end
Be spaghetti
Torn to shreds

S in front of Laughter
Herald the arrival of the end
In a blackhole
you’ll want a friend

No Happily Ever After
The horizon crossed it’s the end
Be spaghetti
Torn to shreds

Spaghettification

The soundtrack to every great chase sequence you've ever watched.

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Malibu & Coke

Xenophobic

You should find these recordings from the woods behind your home soothing, humans

Abyss Made

We have constructed a new mix designed to turn every day of the week into Thursday. Warning: it may shatter your fragile human psyche.

'Twas Thursday (Alienation Version)

Melodic space invaders.

The slaughter aliens beam their horrid tunes via your streaming services.

Prepare to have your mind melted.

'Twas Thursday (Alienation Version)

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