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#1 Punk
01:17
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I listen to David Bowie. I cut my hair short, so you think about the fact that I cut my hair short. Well did it work? Please tell me. Am I an individual? Am I somehow unique? Do you want to know what I think? I think fuck the man. Yeah, fuck your patriarchy. Feminism is for everybody. Free your nipples. Free 'em. Free 'em. I want to see you free 'em. whoawwaohhwaah. whowaaohwhaWHWAOAwashw-ah! Tell me. Tell me. Tell me. Tell me. Tell me. Am I what?
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PBRmageddon
01:37
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Everybody's going to the party. They're gonna lose their heads. Some people going to heaven. We're getting drunk instead. Cheap beer. Cheap beer at the end of the world. Cheap beer. Cheap beer at the end of the world. Everybody's going to the party. They're gonna lose their heads. Some people going to heaven. I'm getting drunk instead. I drink wherever I want to, and I drink whatever I've got. I've got my beer I've got my gun. I'm ready for some fun. Tall boys and full metal jackets. Baby, I'm ready for a racket. PBRmageddon. Well it's here. Drink your beer. PBRmageddon.
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Adrenal Gland
02:12
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I'm not afraid of the height. I'm not afraid of the fall. I'm just afraid of hitting the ground. I'm not afraid of the height. I'm not afraid of the fall. I'm just afraid of hitting the ground. Cold sweat. White light. I can't breath. It's taking over me. It's taking over me now, running through my veins. Cold sweat. White light. I can't breath. It's taking over me. I'm not afraid of the height. I'm not afraid of the fall.The only thing that thrills me is impact. Take one last look to the sky before you die. Take one last breathe while you still can. Are you ready now? Cold sweat. White light. I can't breath. It's taking over me. Cold sweat. White light. I can't breath. It's taking over me.
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Witch In The Woods
02:41
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People dress like me on Halloween. They don my scarves, slide on my glittery rings. They sway my hips and get their fix of my witchy bitchy ways. Gonna cast a spell on all you haters. Gonna make you see me for me. Gonna cast a spell on all your traitors. Gonna make you turn and worship me. Bow down, baby. I'll be your witchy queen, be your priestess by the sea. Take my hand as I lead. I'ma' take you there. I'll take you to the temple, let you make the sacrifice. Baby, I'ma' take you into the afterlife. Do you think you're ready? Because when I'm done with this fun, you'll be gone. Just another one.
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Reverse Cowgirl
01:04
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Here we go. Here we go. Don't you dare go slow. Feet pushed. One in front of the next Leading me. Guiding me towards really, really bomb-ass sex. I don't know what I need, and that is why my feet will lead. Running. Running all over town. Hunting you like thirsty hounds. They're coming for you. Do you know what's next? Really, really bomb-ass sex. Flip around and saddle up. That's the way we like to--what?! Reverse cowgirl.
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Salsa Con Carnage
02:29
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I feel sick. Before I puked. Before I stopped pretending that I liked the way you taste. Before you held back my hair. Slowly tracing hearts and kisses down the back of my neck. Temptation starts to gnaw on your finger as they gently wipe the bile from my cracked lips. Whispering in my ear, "everything will be ok if you let it all out." So let it all out. Let it all out. Let it out now, let it out let it out. Before I could see straight. With no one's voice in my head but my own. Puking up pieces of you. I can say, I feel better now.
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2069
01:22
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I live in a wasteland filled with nothing, sipping toxins to pass the time. Bottoms up and upside down. That's just life inside the world of 2069.
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Don't Gore Yr Gut
03:38
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Whenever I feel I could just die already, when living another day sounds exhausting. Like a battle that I don't want to show up to. I don't want to fight. Then I look back. Remembering that same fucking feeling a year ago two years ago. But you know pain fades like anything else. The brightest colors turn to beige, and the hottest stars will cool, and then I look forward. Look forward to all the love yet to be smiled and sung. Secrets under lock and key between you and me. Can you do that, honey? For me? Look forward. We all have moments so blindingly painful, we just want to stop existing. Widen your gaze expand your perspective. Look forward.
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