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More baggage than an airport
Lyin’ cheatin’ muthah
Try to cover it up with anothah muthah lovah
Lyin’ bout yo what wheres ifs and buts
Got at least a dozen exes and they’re all fuckin’ nuts
Got a F 150 and ya talk talk talk
You got a body in the basement? Why ya keep the door locked?
I’m getting out a dodge buddy mission abort
Fuck dis shit
Ya got more baggage than an airport
More baggage than an airport
Thought I was bad
You’re a tangly mess
A walkin’ talkin’ gonad
Two or three girlfriends scratchin’ your itch
Yo sister is crazy and yo mutha’s a bitch
8 or 9 kids who don’t know your name
Bein’ a dick is your claim to fame
Dodged dat bullet baby cut dat short
Fuck dis shit
Ya got more baggage than an airport
More baggage than an airport
You’re a carousel
Steady stream of bullshit
I know what you’re all about
I been down the road I know what you’re at
I know better than to settle for dat
So leave me alone please go away
Start payin’ attention to yo kids and yo familay
I’m getting out a dodge buddy mission abort
Fuck dis shit
Ya got more baggage than an airport
More baggage than an airport
Just my luck
I’m gonna make like an airplane
And fly to fuck
More baggage than an airport
Just my luck
I’m gonna make like an airplane
And fly to fuck
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Gear pig you’re quite the rig
You’re a guitar owner
With a guitar boner
You’re a guitar owner
With a guitar boner
Ya got a bunch of racks
Had em ordered in from Halifax
Ya got a bunch of racks
Had em ordered in from Halifax
And ya never play
your gear sits there every day
And ya never play
your gear sits there every day
Sad to see it sitin’ in a lump
All your gear that never gets humped
Sad to see it sitin’ in a lump
All your gear that never gets humped
It’s a fuckin’ drag
Set of drums with the price tag
It’s a fuckin’ drag
Set of drums with the the price tag
Gear pig you’re quite the rig
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Pills
04:23
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It’s not the moon
Not the weather
Not the weed that kills
It’s not the troubled children or the mentally ill
It’s not the unemployment or battle of wills
It’s the pharmaceutical prescription pills
They say they cure your ills when you get the chills
They give you the cure you can’t take it no more
Then you go off em and you lose your mind
Take em take em until you go blind
Swell all up Start gaining weight
You’re not yourself You’re someone you hate
You don’t feel nothing you don’t want sex
You got the shakes and the chills and other side effects
Flush it down the toilet wash it down the sink
it’s in the food we eat it’s in the water we drink
Pills pills they cure your ills
Pharmaceutical prescription pills
You give me a white one and I’ll give you a blue one
Let’s put em all together and have a bit of fun
A couple of pinks for a couple of reds
Numbness and tingling in arms and legs
Mania psychosis hallucinations
Heart attack stroke heart palpitations
Constipation dizziness agitation
Headache heartburn indigestion
Mood change dry mouth mental depression
Nausea dizziness and blurred vision
Unexplained weight loss decreased orgasm
Pills pills they cure your ills pharmaceutical prescription pills
It’s not the moon
Not the weather
NOt the weed that kills
It’s not the troubled children or the mentally ill
It’s not the unemployment or battle of wills
It’s the pharmaceutical prescription pills
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Fruit Flies
04:27
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All the tiny fruit flies are drowning in the wine
Floating in the glass Swarming around the rim
All the tiny fruit flies are crawling up the side
They get too close and then they fall in
All the little fruit flies are drowning in the wine
one just made a dive and came back out again
All the little fruit flies are fallin’ in my glass
I’m tryin’ to flick ‘em out onto the placemat
I should’ve went out But I stayed in
I drank too much wine I should’a drank gin
I could’a went out I would’a had a good time
But I’m here watching fruit flies drowning in my wine
You think it’s easy watching fruit flies drowning in the wine
someone please tell me how to get rid of them
All the little fruit flies are fallin’ in my glass
I’m tryin’ to flick ‘em out onto the placemat
I should’ve went out But I stayed in
I drank too much wine I should’a drank gin
I could’a went out I would’a had a good time
But I’m here watching fruit flies drowning in my wine
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Cat Feat. Catty Poo Poo
02:02
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Gear Pig (edit)
05:41
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