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Mister Evil
01:10
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After I shed this flesh
With money in my pocket
I'll be on to the next
That's right I will never die
Keep being reborn
And keep getting high
Let's rock it
Cuz I was born for whatever
And I was made for forever
And all of your heads I will sever
When I pull this lever
Let's rock it
Cuz I'm Mr. Evil
No Mystery
Mr. Evil, No History
I'm bound to the devil
Me and him have a history
Yes I'm bound to the devil
With me and him there's no mystery
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Beginning of the End
02:20
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Things have gotta get worse
Before they can get better
It's gotta get dark before the dawn
and it's only twilight as I sing this song
Let's go
Some of your things are taken by fire
Some of your things are taken by the flood
Some of your lives are taken by terror
Some of you just expire in error
An unlucky few are gonna live forever
It's the beginning of the end
Of romance and tall buildings
It's the beginning of the end
Of revolution and deep sea fishing
It's the beginning of the end
Of the golden age of TV
It's the beginning of the end
Of human history
Things have got to get worse
Before they can get better
It's gotta get night before there's light
And here's your gravesite even tho
you kept it tight
Some of yr bodies are dumped in the river
Some of yr bodies are swallowed by the earth
Some of yr loved ones are turned into monsters
Some of yr friends will recoil in horror
Me I'm gonna drive
Till I run out of gas
Or I fall off an overpass
It's the beginning of the end
Of romance and tall buildings
It's the beginning of the end
Of revolution and deep sea fishing
It's the beginning of the end
Of the golden age of TV
It's the beginning of the end
Of human history
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A Fortune Cookie
01:31
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Let me tell you something buddy we’re not real
Let me show you something friendship you can’t feel
You’ll never be able to experience
The quintessence of real realness
From Nation-States down to the individual
You are stuck in a gory ritual
All you know is survival mode
And ll you know is combat is blowing loads
A fortune cookie that sez fuck you too!
All you want is pills and chill
All you want is Sunday free to grill
But the truth sets in like a dentist’s drill
On all of Yggdrasil, none of this is real
We can get down to the building blocks
of all creation And find a secret message
from the creators of our simulator
A fortune cookie that sez fuck you too!
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Let's Die Dancin'!
02:10
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We old, and we not in control
But when our feets, they touch the flow
And God, she don't need us anymore!
Say, why don't we go out dancin'?
Let's die dancin'!
Let's die romancin'!
Don't let 'em take us when we not fuckin'.
Don't let 'em get us when we nappin'.
Let's all go cussin' and screamin'.
When they tell you God needs her more than we do --
You call BULLSHIT!
When they say that it's her time
You call BULLSHIT!
Take her dancin'!
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Can I Get A Log-In
01:29
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Can I get a log-in?
Can I get an amen?
Blame it on the starman
Waitin' in the sky
What a nice guy!
Wearin' tie-dye
Eat a french fry!
Can I be a lawman?
Blame it on the straw man
Socialism's bad
but so is the guillotine
Can I get a password?
Karaoke Surfin' Bird
Can I be a stranger?
Baby in a manger
I like post-rock
You like pre-rock
Can we just agree
The Flintstones live in Bedrock
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Biblical Beach Party
03:01
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Jesus walked on the water
After he had too much wine
Mary Magdalena
Wavin from the beach,
Yeh she's so fine
Peter, Paul, and Thomas
Playin volleyball and kickin up sand
Matthew, John, and Judas
Fryin up some fish and gettin a tan
(Chorus)
It's a biblical beach party
Strictly for the Essenes
It's a beautiful thing to see
We took off our robes
And put on our thongs
Gonna sing some Aramaic surf songs
Just to win a bet, Jesus cured a leper
And just for some flavor they added some pepper
To the loaves, there was forty --
And it fed everybody,
Oh lordy lordy
Yeh it fed everybody, oh lordy lordy
(Chorus)
They built a fire in the evening
And the wine did flow
And they all did a dance called the Dead Sea Stroll
Til the Romans showed up and ruined the party --
They hauled em all off, oh lordy lordy (×2)
(Chorus)
It was a biblical beach party
But Judas called the cops,
And now it's over
It was strictly for the Essenes
But they hauled em all off,
Oh lordy lordy
Yeh they put him on the cross,
Oh lordy lordy
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A Discreet Smell
00:47
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A discreet smell in the meat realm. With candles and incense, they try to mask it. The flies and ferals think it's fantastic! A discreet smell in the meat realm. The subtle Aroma of Sex and Death. Someone call the doctor; are we having fun yet?
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Half-Wits & Cultists
01:46
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There's an unhealthy percentage of the population
An unstable portion whose minds have been warped
By dangerous and violent, divisive propaganda
It's driven them insane, down to their very core.
That doesn't mean that they should be forgiven
Yeh, they know what they do, and they know what they are.
Anti-American traitors and Quislings.
Seditionists who should be rounded up, tried, and found guilty.
Half-wits and cultists
Systemic psychosis
Cognitive dissonance
Screaming their own ignorance
(The fear and the ignorance)
They need you to tell them that they matter too.
And when instead you tell them the truth,
They point their rifles right at you.
Cuz the truth ain't exactly what they wanna hear:
That they'll be dead in fifty years,
And totally forgotten.
Yeh totally forgotten!
The crooks and the psychos that they worship so
Will rob 'em and kill 'em with a shit-eating grin
The crooks and the psychos!
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I useta be such a marijuana whore
Now I take one toke, and I'm scared of my cat
(What you think about that?)
4/20 smoke weed
Or eat some gummies
Take in THC
Don't give none to me
Cuz I get weird
I can't handle it anymore.
Find myself hiding face down on the floor.
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2 Dimensional World
Sail 2Nite for Singapore
Spend the nite at Autozone
Get in the zone
Yeh, William S. Burroughs
Get in the zone,
Yeh Interzone
Yeh get yr freak on
Tom Waits or Tom Jones
It doesn't matter who you throw yr panties at
All that concerns me is
Can I white boy tap that?
Throw yr panties at William S. Burroughs
No use sayin'
No tomorrow
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I fell asleep in the Doo Doo Room
where the hundred eyed hydras loom
where the scarlet speed freaks do the zoom zoom
say, when do we get to do the boom boom?
When do we get to go boom boom?
Yeh, why no boom boom in the doo doo room?
No boom boom in the doo doo room
where the hundred eyed hydras loom
watch the silent beatniks succumb to their doom
when do we get to do the boom boom?
Why no boom boom in the doo doo room?
When my panties got twisted, I musta missed it!
Why no boom boom in the doo doo room?
when my toot toot got fisted, my affliction got cystic!
I feel asleep in the doo doo room
where the hundred eyed hydras loom
I watched the pliant phoenix lick crumbs from a broom
when do we get to do the boom boom?
No boom boom in the doo doo room
Where the hundred eyed hydras loom
I watched the harlots force feed their babies heirlooms
When do we get to go boom boom?
No boom boom in the doo doo room
where the hundred eyed hydras loom
where the Go-Bots manspread to claim their leg room
When do we get to go boom boom?
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D I gotta tell ya
A And I’m proud of myself
D That I never noticed
A Chris maloni’s big butt
G But apparently
D he’s a thicc daddy
G And I ain’t mad
D In fact I think it’s rad
D I gotta tell ya
A And i’m proud of myself
D That I never noticed
A Adam Driver’s man breasts
G But apparently
D He’s a thicc daddy
G And I aint mad
D In fact I think it’s rad
D I gotta tell ya
A And I’m proud of myself
D That I never noticed
A Chris Wilson’s Zaddie Status
G But apparently
D He’s a thicc zaddie
G And i ain’t mad
D In fact I think it’s rad
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(This song speaks to my personal appearance)
I was fuckin' with some weird shit and it creeped me out
You told me not to fuck with that weird shit
But I did and that shit creeped me out
Let's rock it
It gave me nightmares
I ruint my underwear
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14. |
Show Yr Face
01:20
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I wanna give ya something you can feel
I wanna give em somethin they can’t kill
I just wanna soak in Dr. Teal’s
Soothe and Sleep with Lavender
Put it in yr butt or put it in your nose
Put a stick of dynamite in a glory hole
Put a bunch of badass in yr next load
And watch it all explode yo
Make a mess you can’t clean up
Put that shit on Billy Crudup
Leave yr ass my so called life
Show yr ass as a big blue guy
Clean yr ass, you grown ass man
Put that shit in a plastic bag
Leave yr waste for curbside service
Show yr face pop out a cervix
Taste yr waste
Don't get acerbic
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I don't care about Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
I don't fret about Yu-Gi-Oh in 5-D
None of us belong to a world without its secrets
Archie's Weird Mysteries
Do you dream in color?
Do you dream in cartoon?
Do you want to suffer?
Do you think we'll die soon?
Do you think I'm morbid?
Ever seen Norbit?
I don't want to die soon
I don't want to suffer
But yes I dream in cartoon
And yes I'm watchin' Frasier on the toilet
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16. |
National Razor
02:14
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On the wheel of history
There's no fortune
For most of humanity
There's only torture
And for the lucky few
who get to sleep peacefully
there's a guillotine at the end of yr history
Wash out yr teeth with some Listerine
The guillotine is no mystery (x2)
Let's rock it
Something about the guilloitine, baby
Makes me wanna go crazy, baby
I stand in front, and blood gonna bathe me
Yeh, I feast upon the flesh of the wealthy
On the wheel of history, uh huh
Yr head looks good upon the guillotine, baby
Let's rock it
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17. |
Things That Make Me Mad
00:54
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Rub it up and down
Give it that shiny look
Pump it, pump it
Bend it over, Curly Bang
woob woob woob woob
nyuck nyuck nyuck
Top the cake with a 3-D tongue
Lick the space
Gimme gimme some
Standing in the bathroom
Yelling into ipad
Shit that makes me mad
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Occult Character Dallas, Texas
Solo project of Stong (formerly known as Son of El Borko from Legless Crabs, Legless Trials, & Cat Box Room
Bois).
"Maybe the finest songwriter in the USA today" -- Brian Shea, MONOLITH COCKTAIL
"I would rather listen to Occult Character on repeat than hear another John Prine song." - Jeer Meanly, Fantasy Creeps
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