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Death Magnanimous

by Troll 2

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What you deserve is a breaking on a bed post What you deserve is shameful epithets You deserve to live inside the void we all look into To think that I once thought there was no fate worse than death She came to me, calling after midnight Sobbing in the bathtub with still her sweater done As I watched the water run from salmon into scarlet I knew right then and there we would not stop 'til this war's won We packed the car and we headed down to Danvers I at the wheel, her small frame shotgun side I'll erase evidence like you erase accusations Why is justice for others so often self denied? A fault of mine is giving liars second chances A fault of yours is extirpating with delight So I've added it all up and I have planned it out exactly I can spare your pride, so I will only take your life We got to town, we hit a local packie Swapped cash for bleach and rope we trunked in with the tarp Then we smoked spliffs with chapped lips in the parking lot of Dunkies We watched you punch the clock, walk out slowly to your car Take a brick to the back of his head, repeat til his eyes turn red He thought he could get away and hurt her But he don't know what's up my sleeve He can't clean a slate by me He don't know what I've learned to be With what I've learned to get away: Get away with murder I know how to scrub, it's a humble occupation The stains of my sin I will take unto my grave But graves are only bed if you erase the stoneheads Erasing your body's weight's the last bed I'll ever make I won't be here should the sirens pull up blaring I won't be here should they drain the whole canal I won't serve a second for an underserving scumbag Besides which, there's no search team since no one's missing you at all Take a brick to the back of his head, repeat til his eyes turn red He thought he could get away and hurt her But he don't know what's up my sleeve He can't clean a slate by me He don't know what I've learned to be With what I've learned to get away: Get away with murder M-U-R-D-E-R-E-S-S that's how you spell justice M-U-R-D-E-R-E-S-S that's how you spell justice M-U-R-D-E-R-E-S-S that's how you spell justice R-A-P-I-S-T that's how you spell deceased Take a brick to the back of his head, repeat til his eyes turn red He thought he could get away and hurt her But he don't know what's up my sleeve He can't clean a slate by me He don't know what I've learned to be With what I've learned to get away: Get away with murder
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Roadkill 03:21
Today I went out walking all the flowers were in bloom And it made me kinda sad because I knew that someday soon Everyone who I have ever known will meet their doom And the only thing we'll have to pray for is something pretty on our tomb Everyday I go out I see dead things all around Don't worry the don't talk to me they never make a sound But a voice inside my head says, "Any happiness you've found will someday fade away and leave you empty, buried in the ground" Spring is here again and it smells like roadkill Spring is here again and it smells like roadkill Spring is here again and it smells like roadkill Spring is here again Every night I look around at so many people trying to fuck And I just can't help but see the squirrel who didn't see the truck Cause he had to cross the road because he had to push his luck A tragedy a three-year-old could summarize with one work, "Yuck" So I'll pour another glass and pra that I don't survive the flood I've heard God so loved the world that he made his only son give blood But I've already told you that I do not believe in good And how any of this matter anyways, I have just never understood Spring is here again and it smells like roadkill Spring is here again and it smells like roadkill Spring is here again and it smells like roadkill Spring is here again There's this person that i know, I met him on the internet And nobody understands him cause he's dopey and he's fat Which is probably a shame cause he's got a lot to get Though I think he might be quite naive but I don't know, I wouldn't take the bet Well, the other day he told me he saw two squirrels by the side of the road which was important because it appeared that they ad died in each other's arm. But once again, a voice from deep inside said that, "Love is stupid and it would be the same if they had never tried" Spring is here again and it smells like roadkill Spring is here again and it smells like roadkill Spring is here again and it smells like roadkill Spring is here again There's a couple of things that I've learned that have helped me from getting stuck And I'll swear on a stack of bibles because I don't believe in luck For example, if you don't want to get hit you better learn to duck And above all, nothing can hurt you if you don't give a fuck So why do I give a fuck? THAAAAAT Spring is here again and it smells like roadkill Spring is here again and it smells like roadkill Spring is here again and it smells like roadkill Spring is here again
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She take a walk outside through the cold and wet Longing for the warmth a lit cigarette would give Her face, her hands, her soul, her might Behind her a day full of shit and nothing Ahead the leafy gold she'll soon be stuffing into a three-inch long paper, what a glorious sight "It's the other blue one," she says to the man As he reach for the American spirit with his hand "No, no," she say "Down one and two over to the right" And in just half a minute she got what she need She on top of the world and out of the weeds These hand-rolled Bugler gonna make everything alright It's gonna be alright Now she at her fav dive bar in town Three dudes interlope drunk, stoned, and drowned In their own confidence that no one can top their game Stephen see the silhouette of the trumpeteer The black with blue stars, the white text and thinks "Here's a cheap date" So he's like, "Hey baby, what's your name" She stare stoically forward, he ask for a smoke She say no, so he try out a joke A hook, a line, a sinker, and brag about his rolling prowess and fame She say, "That's cute, but can you roll while running upstairs? Can you roll while tending your wounds with care? Cause I can roll two while putting down you and make them look exactly the same Frankincense and myrrh Guns and steel, gold and silver Don't mean a thing to her She just wants a hand-rolled Bugler Yeah, she just needs a Bugler With one hand it's done, in ten seconds even While swinging her steel rodded purse into Stephen's puckered face She lick the gum and seal it tight And when Brad come at her, light up no matter Flick the cherry down his throat to silence the chatter Place the chip in her lips their machismo too shattered to fight Except Ryan who'd send a fist to defend But her deft move left made him stumble And then the lit tip of the butt found the back of his neck just right She pocket the end of that puffer, dodge the two cops pulling up now to cuff her And disappear into the cold, wet night Frankincense and myrrh Guns and steel, gold and silver Don't mean a thing to her She just wants a hand-rolled Bugler Yeah, she just wants a hand-rolled Bugler Yeah, she just wants a hand-rolled Bugler Yeah, she just needs a Bugler
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I got a stick I got a stick Four feet long, two inches thick You're gonna do just what I said, or I'll beat you til your dead Take your pick I got a stick I got a sword I got a sword I'll get you back for all the agony I've endured I'm gonna tell you what to do, or maybe I'll chop you clean in two I'm your lord I got a sword I got a gun I got a gun Awwww, this is gonna be so much fun All you pigs are so well fed, well you can all eat lead instead Don't try to run I got a gun I got a nuclear bomb I got a nuclear bomb Soon everything you've ever known and loved will be gone It will crumble to the ground in a blaze of light and sound Kiss your mom I got the bomb I got a stick You got a stick We'll build a fire, cook the vegetables we pick We can all get along and thing don't have to go so wrong Take your pick I got a stick
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You should think about death more The sun came up today You ate a bowl of ice cream and all your anxiety went away You should think about death more watched your dog run round the yard You would like to change it once, but now it's part of who you are You should think about death more The are in the trees Their song is so delightful it almost bring you to your knees So ride it out and take it easy Til that feeling finally leaves You should think about death more you fell asleep holding her hand It makes you sad at first Then all at once you understand You should think about death more Today you didn't feel depressed You let out some of the feelings you so long left unexpressed You should think about death more Today you got to work on time It made you feel you're worth your salt, or at least another dime So it ain't a cry for help man Thanks, but really, I'll be fine Can't know it Can't hold it Can't change it Until you face it There's no rest There's no peace There's no end Until you face it You should think about death more

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released June 1, 2018

Produced by Troll 2 and Ryan Renteria
Recorded at The Monkey Palace
Engineered and Mixed by Ryan Renteria

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Troll 2 Boston, Massachusetts

Hello, we are Troll 2. We are a group of songwriters from Boston, MA. We play Folk music very loudly, and then someone falls down.

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