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Your world was so much bigger
Than you wanted to know
New things were “stupid”
You didn’t want to know
You made your coffin
Shut up
And lie in it
You made your coffin
Shut the fuck up
And lie down
You must have had curiosity
Eighty years ago
What killed your curiosity
So many years ago?
You made your coffin
Shut up
And lie in it
You made your coffin
Shut the fuck up
And lie down
You stopped meeting friends
Friends had no intelligence
They couldn’t admire
Your intelligence
You made your coffin
Shut up
And lie in it
You made your coffin
Shut the fuck up
And lie down
You phone to complain
I know what you want from me
You want admiration
You’ll settle for sympathy
You made your coffin
Shut up
And lie in it
You made your coffin
Shut the fuck up
And lie down
Your world is the size of a coffin
The walls are closing in
You probably shouldn’t have made
The coffin you’re standing in
You made your coffin
Go on
And lie in it
Stop your whining
It’s time
To lie down
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2. |
Chicken Bone Blues
02:55
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I'm sittin’ in the fog
I’m sittin’ in the fog
I'm sittin’ in the fog
Incontinent
Alone
My woman
She ate my chicken bone
Something smells like trouble
Something smells like death
Something smells like alcohol
It might just be my breath
My sump pump must be busted
My water tank is dry
My budgie got a hernia
And now he will not fly
I’m sittin’ in the fog
I’m sittin’ in the fog
I'm sittin’ in the fog
Incontinent
Alone
My woman
She ate my chicken bone
I asked my woman
To water my lawn
She said it’s only crabgrass
She said she best be movin on
Can't wash me no more dishes
I got me no more soap
I'm running out of alcohol
I'm running out of hope
I’m sittin’ in the fog
I’m sittin’ in the fog
I'm sittin’ in the fog
Incontinent
Alone
My woman
She ate my chicken bon
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3. |
Gavin O'Shea
01:55
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Gavin O’Shea
Gavin O’Shea
He says he’s Irish
But he hails from Tennessee
If you see
Gavin O’Shea
Please keep Gavin
The hell away from me
Top of the mornin Gavin
You smell like pee
Just how friggin Irish
Do you really want to be?
He loves his rifle
His M16
He really isn’t IRA
Just an Irish wannabe
Anarchists on his mother’s side
Terrorists on his dad’s
He says his mother’s a Murphy
But her real last name was Lee
Top of the mornin Gavin
You smell like pee
Just how friggin Irish
Do you really want to be?
Gavin O’Shea
Gavin O’Shea
He says he’s Irish
But he hails from Tennessee
If you see
Gavin O’Shea
Please keep Gavin
The hell away from me
Top of the mornin Gavin
You smell like pee
Just how friggin Irish
Do you really want to be?
One more time
Top of the mornin Gavin
You smell like pee
Just how friggin Irish
Do you really want to be?
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sad old farts
with broken hearts
sitting in an old fart tree
trying to remember
who they used to be
shiver
one old fart
with a frozen heart
sitting in an old fart tree
Her daughter disowned her
Never said why
It was all the cruelty
Her mother still denies
She was the fire that forged me
Scarred me ’til I grew strong
Strong enough to leave her
Leave her all alone
shiver
a lonely old fart
with a sleeping heart
sitting in an old fart tree
his daughter was pregnant
Never said how
he didn’t help her
he just let her down
I learned to be alone
Before I could spell
‘Cause dad had nothing
Nothing to tell
shiver
an empty old fart
with abandoned heart
sitting in an old fart tree
He helped her be herself
He helped her to leave
He helped her to rebel
She helped him to grieve
I didn’t want his approval
I didn’t ask for his help
I ask no one for nothing
I live all by myself
A drunk old fart
With a happy heart
Sitting in an old fart tree
He expected his kids to hate him
The way he hated his dad
But they still hang around
That always makes him glad
I call him Pa like he’s not my friend
But I love when he’s around
I like how I feel safe
Whenever he’s around
Drunk old farts
With happy hearts
Sitting in an old fart tree
They’re happy ‘bout the way
They turned out to be
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Breakfast in bed
At the detox
Resting my head
At the detox
It’s just so boring
At the detox
I expected DTs
Down on my knees
Nausea and sleaze
Vagrants with fleas
But no
But no
Breakfast in bed
At the detox
We’re all well-read
At the detox
It’s so suburban
At the detox
I wasn’t restrained
I did not get caned
Lectured or trained
It’s kinda urbane
Not bad
Not bad
My room is mine
At the detox
It’s where I dine
At the detox
It’s all I see
At the detox
I don’t have a chair
Don’t get fresh air
I lie here and stare
I don’t drink don’t dare
It’s fine
It’s fine
Breakfast in bed
At the detox
Resting my head
At the detox
It’s just so boring
At the detox
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6. |
Fleas
01:15
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The earth is gonna shiver
They’ll call the shivers quakes
Earth twitches, it quivers
It’s almost awake
A plague of fleas
Termites building towers
The earth is itchy
The earth is gonna scratch
Scratch us
All away
Please
Scratch away the roads the cities
And all the fucking drills
You always bleed, but
This is too much bleeding
Scratch us away
Please
Please
Scratch us earth
Scratch us away
Pinch us dead
Please
We’re fleas
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7. |
Cowpoker Blues
03:07
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I was riding my horse
Out on the range
Maybe rustling cattle or something
What the fuck is a range?
I spied me a woman
And cut her off at the pass
That little varmint
Was a comely lass
My saddle is cracked
And my butt is sore
Don’t want to ride me
No horses no more
I said gingham and pollen
Were giving me hell
Might I rinse my nose rag
With water from her well?
She said yes sir
You can plumb my well
And I’ll bake you a pie
You can eat that as well
I greased my saddle
And I padded my butt
Gonna get me a new life
I feel it in my gut
Ride with me to Boston
We’ll swear some vows
We’ll buy us a farm, somewhere,
And herd us some cows
She rode with me to Boston
We swore us some vows
We bought us a farm
And we raise some goats
I still got my horse
I don’t ride him no more
His back feels better
And my butt ain’t sore
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8. |
My new Forever Home
00:42
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I hate
I really hate
My new forever home
I hate the smell
I hate the sounds
I hate the humans
I hate the man
The man who stole me
While I fought hard
I drew his blood
And then he brought me
Dragged. me
To my forever home
My new forever home
My new forever home
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