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Fuck It All Blues
03:49
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It's a small world after all
Come on lets get up out of here
shake of the fear
like a snake who seen the future of the dustbowl
in his rearview mirror
Everything comes with a price nowadays
Ain't nothin give for free
can you find a little love in your hear
for a poor broke down
mercenary like me
Now its all come crystal clear
blood dripping out a blood red sky
dreams so dystopic
have you ever seen a sad crow cry
A good man his soul he'll never sale
but the preacher do and it never ends well
fuck it all
grab yourself by your balls
put on your kicking ass shoes
shake those goddamn end of the world
fuck it all blues
now it all seems different this time
like we all done left our collective mind
it's do or die in this old life
there ain't no overtime
there aint no over time
grab yourself by your balls
put on your kicking ass shoes
shake those goddamn end of the world
fuck it all blues
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BUTTERFLIES & SPIDERS
03:52
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Bobby, why do you fear them spiders
You can’t kill them all
Like Metallica said
They have been here in this world
Longer than any god
That put that nightmare inside your head
Why do you fear pretty little girls
They are afraid to go to the dance
Just like you
Their palms sweat
And they get the butterflies
Oh we hate those butterflies
All seven graders do
Butterflies and spiders
From to the cradle to the grave
Like junior high school dances
No one is ever saved
Why do you fear the wrath of god
Why do you fear what you cannot see
I promise you there’ll be no wrath of god
Least that what she told me
Butterflies and spiders
From the cradle to the grave
lightening bolts from heaven
No one is ever safe
We’re nothing more than mortal
While we’re here just go on and dance
And most fears die hard
And as I live
in paradise is where I’ll make my stand
Butterflies and spiders
From the cradle to the grave
Make your home in paradise
No one is ever saved
Butterflies and spiders
From the cradle to the grave
Like jr high school dances
Because no one is ever saved
No one is ever safe
No one is ever safe….
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Little Debbie
03:57
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She was a hotshot pilot stationed in Pensacola
She made captain’s bars by age 24
She stayed up all night studying aerodynamics
Just like her father
Like her father, made his captains bars
She loved the Blue of the sky
And the speed and the power
First in her class
a real top gun
officer’s mess everyday
Was the same thing
Black coffee and bacon and a cinnamon bun
Black coffee and bacon and a cinnamon bun
Where do our dreams go
The will die if left alone
Where does all our little dreams go…
Well she played among the clouds
Played in the chemtrails
Never played with dolls
She loved little toy guns
She wanted to be like Snoppy her hero
gonna shoot down the Red Baron
Red alert go run to the cockpit
Red alert it’s time to kick ass
Enemy done crossed that invisible line
Need a hero with pigtails that’s good at math
Need a hero with pigtails that’s good at math
Debbie had perfect vision
Little Debbie had perfect aim
She was skilled with a protractor
Had a country to save
And a lion to tame
Daddy said go on play with them boys
Daddy said go on play with them boys
Them old boys is bigger than you
but you can do anything they can do
Daddy,I think I 'm gonna go to flight school
Where do our dreams go
Left to die on their own
Where do all our little dreams go
Where do all our dreams go
Lord I love to watch her grow
Where do all our little dreams go
She was a hotshot pilot stationed in Pensacola
She made captain’s bars by age 24
She stayed up all night studying aerodynamics
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Michael Dean Damron Portland, Oregon
THERE IS HOPE. WELL, MAYBE “HOPE” IS A STRONG WORD AS MICHAEL DEAN DAMRON DOESN'T EXPECT TO WIN, HE'S JUST UNABLE TO GIVE UP, LIKE AN OLD MAN PERCHED ON A CLIFF, STARING UP AT THE WALL OF WATER ABOUT TO CRUSH HIM, HOWLING “FUCK YOU! YOU NEVER GOT ME DOWN!” IF MIKE ISN'T HOPE, AT LEAST HE IS A GRIMY SPECK OF REALITY. ... more
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