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Theme from Troll 2
01:04
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Means and Motive
05:01
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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
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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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Ode to Bugler
04:48
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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
02:01
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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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