1. |
Prelude
00:49
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Hey
*coughing*
Hey
*coughing*
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
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2. |
Pug Life
02:41
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AAOOOOOOOH Wolf Mother
Take a look at me
Do you like what you see?
Take a look at me
I'm from a long line of Animals Righteous
I'll tear you apart
Take a look at me
Now I'm pint-sized, a miniature likeness
Take a look at me
I won't let you forget
What I used to be
AAOOOOOOOH Wolf Mother
Hey you boy, on the street
Take a look at me
If I could reach your knee
Oh, you'd feel my teeth
AAOOOOOOOH Wolf Mother
Take a look at me
Do you like what you see?
Take a look at me
I see you twitching, that's MY tree
Do you like what you see?
You stay the Hell Away
Or you'll answer to me
Oh now you're pissing on my tree
Take a look at me
You Butt-Sniffing Mongrel
Taste my ancestry
AAOOOOOOOH Wolf Mother
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3. |
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My baby left me an hour ago
For a used-car dealer in Toronto
I didn't think she could sink so low
I guess that anti-rust coating was a better deal than appears
And for all my tears, I guess I understand
She sold my love for a slightly-used van
She was a gold-digger right from the start
She was only with me cuz I owned a car
But her honeyed lies made their way to my heart
I thought I'd made it with her, but now I am alone
She wants a car of her own, I guess I understand
She sold my love for a slightly-used van
At least now I can have the car on nice weekends
At least now I can drive and drive 'til the road ends
At least now I can live the life of a single man but still
She sold my love for a slightly-used van
Well I hope she's happy in Toronto
With her used-car salesman gigolo
I know a way to get back at her though
I'll travel there on an airplane high aloft
I'll find her car with it's rust coating
And I'll scrape it off
That'll teach her if she thinks she can sell my love
For a slightly-used van
My baby left me an hour ago
For a used-car dealer in Toronto
But I know something she doesn't know
The van she's leaving me for is a piece of shit
I'll make sure of it, I hope she understands
She sold my love for a piece of shit van
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4. |
The Puddle Song
03:14
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I'll be your puddle for you to stomp around in
You can splash my watery guts around, but at least you're having fun
All that I ask you is please don't wear your rainboots
I want to soak right through your shoes, through your socks to your skin
Because the closer I am to any part of you that's warm
The more I can forget the ice in your heart
And the more I can forget your frozen pit of a heart
The more I can pretend that I'm not just your puddle for you to stomp around in
You can splash my watery guts around, but at least you're having fun
All that I ask you is please don't wear your rainboots
I want to soak right through your shoes, through your socks to your skin
And when your shoes and socks are wet you'll take them off to dry them
You'll set them by a fire and think you've gotten rid of me
But I'll still be with you, I'll still be on your feet
Because now I am a fungus, and I'm more than just your puddle for you to stomp around in
You can splash my watery guts around but at least you're having fun
All that I ask you is please don't wear your rainboots
I want to soak right through your shoes, through your socks to your skin
Today's the day you take out your trash
I expect that some hobo will find me in a can somewhere
I've seen it coming from miles away
I hope when you leave me you find another man someday
And then I won't be your puddle for you to stomp around in
You won't splash my watery guts around anymore
I hope that the next guy will let you wear your rainboots
So your feet stay warm and dry, just as long as I'm not your puddle
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5. |
Interlewd
00:28
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6. |
Hey Neighbour
03:59
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Hey neighbour, how have you been?
I didn't recognize your face with all this time that's passed
I didn't recognize your voice without the wall to muffle
I didn't recognize your feet without the ceiling between us
Hey family, how have you been?
I apologize that we've still never had you for Christmas
I too fantasize of a time that we'll all be together
I empathize that you've been walking miles in your living room
Officer Krupke, keep hanging in
Nobody minds a little rot in their golden delicious
We know your plates are way too full for you to care about Black Lives
Nobody wants you to sacrifice your pensions for justice
Mr. President, welcome again
We didn't realize this time that you had shifted our focus
We didn't realize that you'd made peaceful gathering illegal
We didn't realize our marches would be met with violence
We didn't realize that you had silenced our voices
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7. |
Talking Around
05:45
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I was a Mid-West girl with not a care to find
When I was 22 I met the love of my life
Now for 75 years we've said "I love you" every night
We built this family, our brightest light
Now we're growing old, but we still make a good team
His body is starting to go, but it's my mind it seems
We moved into a home, but he has the more pressing need
They moved him down the hall
Now it's just me, I'm all alone in this room
My family will do their best to visit soon
Empty routine is wasting me
Twice or thrice a week they wheel me down the hall
His voice is soft, it hurts so speak
And me, my hearing's going
But after 75 years, there's not much to say
We always gave our all
Now life can only take away
My family, they're here now
Surrounding me but I'm alone, can't hear a sound
When they speak it doesn't pierce my muffled cloud
All I know, is there's a box in the ground
All I know, is there's a box in the ground
All I know
Everyone's talking around me
Everyone's talking around
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8. |
Interlulluby
01:20
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Sleep, dreamless sleep
Troubles go softly away
Sleep, lay your cares away
Lay them down
Day will come
Cleansed by the light, the sun renewed
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9. |
Stealing Your Food
05:51
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Hey there my friend, whachu got cooking?
It smells so sweet that I'm out of my mind
Hey there my friend, hey there good-looking
A brother would share, a brother so kind
Money's tight
But that's alright
Just for tonight
I'm stealing your food
I'm stealing your food
I'm stealing your food
Hey there my friend, no need to get up
Oh what a day! I just need a place to be
Next time my friend, I'll take you for Dim Sum
This one's on you, the next one's on me
You always cook
It smells so good
I'm sorry
But I'm stealing your food (it's just a little milk)
I'm stealing your food (I'm sure he wouldn't mind)
I'm stealing your food (I thought it was communal)
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10. |
Postlude
00:36
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Goodbye, thank you for your time
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11. |
Garblefuck
01:51
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Trickle trucking, glitter shucking, brittle licking duck
Merkel, burka, Pringle, Gurkha shitting out a puck
Track a cat that pooped a big old finger that it fucked
That's the way the world works
Dinka donka, plinka plonka, super ugly dick
Grindle, Hansel, Greta, Panda, blinking guy named Rick
Stripping strapping, Skittle tapping, candy handy prick
All around the farm yard
OOOOO
Seven things you never learned in school
AAAAA
Kick your drink, you spilled it in the pool
Hey Hey Hey Hey
Keep your shitty macaroni drool
Reality is a construct
*Epic kazoo solo*
OOOOO
Seven things you never learned in school
AAAAA
Kick your drink, you spilled it in the pool
Hey Hey Hey Hey
Keep your shitty macaroni drool
I never knew my father
Trickle trucking, glitter shucking, brittle licking duck
Merkel, burka, Pringle, Gurkha shitting out a puck
Track a cat that pooped a big old finger that it fucked
That's the way the world works
Dinka donka, plinka plonka, super ugly dick
Grindle, Hansel, Greta, Panda, blinking guy named Rick
Stripping strapping, Skittle tapping, candy handy prick
All around the farm yard
OOOOO
Seven things you never learned in school
AAAAA
Kick your drink, you spilled it in the pool
Hey Hey Hey Hey
Keep your shitty macaroni drool
Be active in your democracy
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