1. |
I'm Not Twelve
02:09
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I'm not impressed
I'm not twelve
Get off my
my lack of lawn
Do you think I'm going to hell?
Don't worry, I won't tell
Television makes me numb
Pessimism
Pessimism makes me dumb
Makes me fun
Makes me run
Makes me dumb
I'm not impressed
I'm not twelve
Get off my
my lack of lawn
Do you think I'm going to hell?
Don't worry, I won't tell
Television makes me numb
Pessimism
Pessimism makes me dumb
Makes me fun
Makes me run
Makes me dumb
And I don't want to think about my life
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2. |
Again, What's My Age?
02:39
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Fuck Marry Kill:
Me, Myself, and I
Have got my best friend by my side
In her I've got a lot of pride
There's a stain on her blouse
It represents me fucking up my best friends house
Imbalances in my bloodstream
Hemoglobin or something
But I know I can't blame biology
Words and actions make me me
I believe my will is free
Newspapers are failing but the wrapping paper industry is doing great
So I turn the other page
Again, what's my age?
What's my age?
Newspapers are failing but the wrapping paper industry is doing great
So I turn the other cheek
Imagine Shabby Chic
Shabby Chic
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3. |
Cross Threaded Bolt
04:05
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Walking with my head down
I can see my feet stepping on the ground
A crooked one points the way to town
Treading with my mouth tight
I can feel my teeth drifting out of sight
A loose one falls down the wrong pipe
A cross threaded bolt attaches my head to my neck and everything from the ground up
My teeth are ground up
With a little trouble you can unscrew my head
And stick the tube down
Down my neck now
Stick the tube down
Down my neck that is a well in the ground
Misusing nouns
Racketeering sounds to disturb the whole town
An eye messing with my head
Don't use contractions
Words can affect you and your actions
Engage with life reading the captions
I have faith that blast beats
Give you gumption to get off your feet
Play through story mode without the cheats
A cross threaded bolt attaches my head to my neck and everything from the ground up
My teeth are ground up
With a little trouble you can unscrew my head
And stick the tube down
Down my neck now
Stick the tube down
Down my neck that is a well in the ground
Misusing nouns
Racketeering sounds to disturb the whole town
An eye messing with my head
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4. |
Sad Clown
02:45
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There’s a stain on the carpet
Doesn’t mean I forfeit
My right to choose how many times I hit snooze before I see
There’s something on the table
It feels like I saw it on cable
It’s been blurred out
George and Martha
Swam in the backyard
Now they don’t come around
At least they don’t make a sound before I see
There’s something on the table
It feels like I saw it on cable
It’s been blurred out
Sad clown checks out of a weird looking hotel
Now he’s in a different town spending pound after pound
He looks around
He looks at the ground
Void found in the roof of his mouth
Now he needs a crown x 7
George and Martha
Swam in the backyard
Now they don’t come around
At least they don’t make a sound before I see
There’s something on the table
It feels like I saw it on cable
It’s been blurred out
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5. |
Softball
02:57
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I toss my underwhelming overhand
I through my overwhelming underhandedly
"I shop therefore I am" what I am and that's all that I am
Your hands are pretty clammy
They feel like a hundred bucks
We are so cool
We pay attention to detail
"I shop therefore I am" what I am and that's all that I am
Your hands are pretty clammy
They feel like a hundred bucks
If you catch my drift, it's a big fat softball x 5
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6. |
Prologues
02:52
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I never read the prologues or introductions
Let's get to the good stuff
Don't mess with my interpretation
If you talk about yourself then you're selfish
If you talk about someone else, well then mind your own business
What's so cool about the night sky?
I think starlight's kinda lame
You know you see more starlight in the day?
Cause the sun is a star
Boy I'm so smart
Boy I'm so smart
Anyone can play with words
But can you make the words work for you
I can't even use my mouth
I've got a couple of canker sores
The most profound moments I can't remember
The most profound moments I can't remember
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7. |
Gobstopper
03:12
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My hands aren't clammy anymore
No my hands they are dry and chapped
Smelling good smells worse than smelling bad
But these hands are the best hands I've ever had
My lie bone's connected to my truth bone
And my thumbs are connected to my phone
Sometimes I just wish I'd stop my gob
Gotta go to sleep, gotta go to sleep, gotta quit my job
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8. |
Information Out Slow
02:30
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Information out slow but he needs to know
Not sure why I think that
But wide eyed I felt that
Leave it alone there cause he doesn't care
Might as well stay here cause I need to prepare
18 memories in my brain and I can't complain
I know why I think that
Cause wide-eyed I should feel that
Make sure your suits clean cause you're gonna need
When you find out, the train's just left now
Wide-eyed I felt that x 3
I know why I felt that
Cause wide-eyed I should feel that
Take a load off Annie and take a load for free
The line between states
There lies the proverbial Weight
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9. |
Approach The Threshold
03:25
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My sweatshirt is still wet
And I may have left it in my backpack all day
There was so much to subtract it left me nonplussed
But it might be still there
Wet markers mark things
Good advice from a disembodied voice
A thin partition occupies the space between two states
Approach the threshold and then you surface
I'm not an actor but I play one on TV
And the part might be still there
It's got something to do with me
I think that I should go ahead and waste my time
Through clementines or my eyes I will find a rind to unwind
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