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Dead Boy Man
02:48
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Hey Tony
03:05
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Hey Tony I rise from the ashes of love
Hey Tony I’m risin
I’m risin up ee yup ee yaaw das whut I said
Claws are comin thru the crust and you’re busted
You’re sprayin out all that shit inside yo head
Brains on the pavement das butter on my bread
Das butter on my bread
Das butter on my bread
Better get a coat cuz I’m comin over your head
The beast is back and he’s gonna be fed
Hey Tony I’m risin
Now come on Tony Tony Tony Tony take two
Tears on the grave oh honey dat look good on you
But in your eyes there weren’t nada nada nada what it do
Coke boys and bars and the day is now
But hoo dat boy you got a new beau
New snake to suck de skin right outta yo
You dance with the dead you better watch your toes
Hey Tony I’m rising
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3. |
The Planet Crumbled
02:56
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Oh lover!
I gotta find you lover!
I’m comin to find you lover!
Oh shit!
The planet crumbled
When the bomb dropped
Wit all de vampires
Ten four I’m comin after you
Selling out in the parking lots, an all american kid
Ten four I’m comin after you
The planet crumbled
Man it’s the third world war
Me me me m’automatic I got dat shit unlocked
My radio is static, my gatorade is popped
Planet crumbled
And the fever spikes
But this American kid can’t sleep till I get you right with god
Crashed out wit me all higgle piggeldy
You been fuckin me round for so long
Tip top but you’re just a little thing
You wanna know the words to the song? No?
I’m still gonna teach ya girl
The planet crumbled
I’m at de t-t-t-t-t-t-top
Oh mama crying boy you wash you socks
Oh my mountain lion, he bustin road blocks
Planet crumbled
I’m gonna getcha getcha getcha Kate
Katie my sunrise, Katie my night skys
Ten four I’m comin after you
And this is the sound of your earth crumbling
And this is the sound of your world dyin
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The Celly Thang
03:06
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Come sit witcher buddy
While yo buddy does his celly thang
Buddy know wooo dat he could do it cuz
Dat buddy’s such a ladies man
Dat buddy got he’s self so fucked up
Now I gotta ask you, what’s you plan?
If you can't take her home
Then what you gonna see in the mirror?
Some little bitch? Doin lines in the can?
Well she was on yo dick and now you're fuckin it all up
And now you're pissed
But hey man
We poundin back the shooters say hey man
We trashed on the computer say hey man
Now whutchu gone do dere?
Come sit witcher buddy, yo buddy, yo buddy
Say hey man
Oh that’s got a nice ring to it hey man?
I just might have to sing to it hey man?
Now dey gonna call me the king
Come sit witcher buddy while your buddy does his celly thang
But I believe in magic and my ministry is growin thangs
Babies all grows up just took em time to find wings
Now all dis magic I poured into my iphone
And I got boxes of girls done wrong
And I’m postin this
I got a bag a rice to suck de water
An they watchin this
This sour lookin some bums daughter
But there's torrents in the performance and das why they call me king
And I got my celly
And when the bell rings hay say hey man
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The Miner
04:28
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Riders with reins on wood
And I was one to haul them down
Oh and it’s all good
The lights go out when we go down
And everything turns to dark
But at the top of the mine’s a spark
And she’s beautiful
But I’ll never be lost in love
I’ll have to ride the bucket down
Oh I’m country ugly
But she gonna gimme a little spit shine
She said she’d never fuck a miner
But haul me up and beat me down
Now I’m in a cage with a hundred men
Oh she’ll just throw a little somethin in
And I’m all in
But I’ll never be lost in love
I’ll have to ride the bucket down
Oh way oh
Na na na
Carol can I get lost in your thighs?
Oh I’m country ugly
But she still gonna gimme a good time
Now she does her own bachata
But I got moves and they’re all mine
Crackin the whip while I’m shufflin feet
I coulda been any old man in the street
I’m just the lucky one I guess?
And I’ll never be lost in love
I’ll have to ride the bucket down
Oh way oh
Na na na
Carol can I get lost in your thighs?
Torture me, am I livin a lie?
Mother me, mother may I?
Bury me, am I buried alive?
Carol can I get lost in your thighs?
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Being Fire
02:52
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I’m comin up betty
Now I’m gonna get wit you
I’m comin up betty
You be nice baby nice baby
I’m comin up betty
Are we gonna get spiritual?
Jesus Christ, christ who know what we gone do?
Ya you on dat tit
Ya you coastin ya
You just don’t give a shit ya
You adultin ya
Got the groceries in
Warm and toasty in
Ah but this shit be’s fire
And we roastin
I’m comin up Betty
So strip me down wit the wolf
Jesus Christ, Christ if dat just what you do
It’s paradise
Better dig a Jesus hole
Is that your voice?
Cuz you know how to soothe me
I’m comin up Betty
Take me down like a wolf
She mess around
Her cryin eyes the little foal
And she’s hungry
She’s a real cock disposal
Prowlin round for her medicine and boys to hold
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Mark Bragg St. John'S, Newfoundland and Labrador
With the whimsy of Tom Waits, the brat of Geoff Berner and the plaintiveness of Neil Young, Mark Bragg takes us on a three-ring musical sojourn. As children the circus could frighten, thrill and delight us. Expect no less of Bragg.
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