Machinehead

Wonderwall

Sausage Fingers

Bingo Baller, geriatric shot caller, all those blue haired ladies getting hot under the collar.

Bingo Baller

You never make fun of a man's mother. Or do you?

Live From Your Mother's Bedroom

The Amish hitman comes for all eventually.

Amish Hitman

Lyrics:
At first it was nice I could roll the dice, scratch my head, pick my nose, wash my car with my favorite garden hose,
At first it was fine, squeezing her behind, and mine at the same time,
I’m infected with more arms, 
Texting and driving my car, 
I’ve got extra holes in all my clothes but I...won’t be waving hi 
At first it was good, as you’d think it would, be, but then they’re coming over, saying can you take a photo, of me and my friends while you hold all our belongings,
I’m infected with more arms, 
Texting and driving my car, 
I’ve got extra holes in all my clothes but I...won’t be waving goodbye,
I’m not your shiva the destroyer, I’m not your vishnu the preserver, 
Yeah I could make your coat rack much more mobile, walk all eight of your dogs but why don’t you find someone local, you gave all your stuff for me to juggle, but when I give it back, you’ll be infected with more arms too, 
We are (we are) we’re infected with more arms

Gentlemyn

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