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Prepper Visions
02:49
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We'll cross a river of blood
In a skin canoe
Tattooed hides
Of rugged individuals
Laced together
With sinew
We've saved
Our cheese rinds
And kept our powder dry
Stocked up on alcohol
To drink and sterilize
Do you know what this hatchet means?
Prepper Visions
Not just yet
Prepper Visions
Please not just yet
Prepper Visions
Repack the flight case
Hardtack, knives,
Chloroquine
Our passport DNA
stamped with a tactical pen
We’ve sown
Runner beans
Nurtured on the sly
Stored enough active yeast
To help our kingdom rise
Do you know what this flour means?
Prepper Visions
Not just yet
Prepper Visions
Please not just yet
Prepper Visions
Our sight grew dark
To light the way
We lit the spark
Set fears ablaze
Do you know what this bucket means?
Do you know what foil blankets mean?
Got some supplies
Keep 'em mobilized
Got some supplies...
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2. |
Midnight Princess
03:20
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Yeah, I want you
And I need you
All you want from me is to feed you
On all fours all dressed in black
Nails done
Coat clean
Sometimes your teeth are mean
I can’t keep you off of me
Midnight Princess
Pull the chain
I try and keep up with you
And your animalistic games
Midnight Princess
Have your way
Never enough praise and love for you
Ya sleep all day
Pink necklace
Brown Eyes
Not shy about speaking your mind
Spin around, pull on my strings
Always alert
You hear things
Gifts that a courier brings
Deliver thrill and anxious feelings
Midnight Princess
Pull the chain
I try and keep up with you
And your animalistic games
Midnight Princess
Have your way
Never enough praise and love for you
Ya sleep all day
You sleep all day, come on!
I can’t leave you
I do need you
I can’t leave you
I do need you
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3. |
White Knuckles
03:44
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I know you’ve mastered the Mashed Potato
And you’ve been working on perfecting the Floss
Well, we have a new dance that’s not a dance at all
An easy something called a four way stop
Your hands ten-two on the wheel
Or nine-three if that’s how you roll
You see the stop sign coming up now?
Give the brakes a toe tap hello
Watch me watch you with white knuckles
Like you’ve never seen this dance before
I’m not proud of these white knuckles
But you don’t know a why from a what for
Move your head from side to side now
Right to left, just so you know
Here’s the part that loses some folks
First one there is the first to go
Watch me watch you with white knuckles
We’ve all danced to this familiar score
I’m not proud of these white knuckles
But you just will not hit that empty floor
Like an awkward eighth grade mixer
And you’re the shrinking shy wallflower
We’ll get through this dance together
This song ends we go and find another
Watch me watch you with white knuckles
This inaction makes my muscles sore
I’m not proud of these white knuckles
But I don’t want to sit here anymore
The wilting rose
Is comatose
And all it is
Is do-si-dos
The wilting rose
Is comatose
Time to go
Time to go
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4. |
Old Skull
03:13
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Oh, My head is poundin’
Ain’t got no relief
Seems everything’s screamed at me
What do I believe
A different angle, a different view
Seems all the same to me
A twisted derby of high horses
With jockeys that can’t see
I don’t know
And I don’t care
I’ve got an old skull you see
All the things you care about
Mean very little to me
Information gone askew
Words twisted and tweezed
Reactions watched and added up
The superpowers are pleased
Throw more nonsense in my face
They say the message is key
Added points to the board
No forest through the trees
I don’t wanna know
About some dude in Fresno with an Elvis Cheeto.
I don’t really care
That Eric got a haircut with highlights just like Linda Blair
I don’t know
And I don’t care
I’ve got an old skull you see
All the things you care about
Mean very little to me
All the things you care about
Mean very little to me
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5. |
Flip The Record
03:01
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Your mom had never served a salad cut
Tighter than an iceberg wedge
Then she got that Veg-O-Matic
And a recipe for honey mustard vinaigrette
Four letters on that package
Same four as on that ad
Selling rock chopped and mixed together
Like that first Sunday morning hash
Flip the record
And crank that volume high
Turn it to the other side
Flip the record
I need more of that high
This disk is electrified!
Swimming past Dirty Deeds and B.O.C.
Paddling the alphabet
Though you did the Frank Frazetta
You know you can’t stand Molly Hatchet
As you approach the end
You’ll hit the Various bin
Those airbrushed covers call
Like sirens, rock sirens singing
Flip the record
And crank that volume high
Turn it to the other side
Flip the record
I need more of that high
These riffs here are verified!
Full Tilt, Rock 80
Radio Active
Your best friend’s mom
Got Hooked on Classics
Flip the record
And crank that volume high
Turn it to the other side
Flip the record
I need more of that high
This disk is electrified!
K-T-E-L
K-T-E-L
K-T-E-L
K-T-E-L
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6. |
Slow Demise
06:32
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Back in Lenten vegetarian times
We nibbled at our cages
Thinking back on grey salami
And just how good it tasted
The cage doors opened
To the market’s embrace
Then we were fed the science
Of how to stuff a face
Now we steep in milk and honey
Cheap sugar and easy pie
We slip on the rendered fat
With which we grease our lives
The sugar hardens
As the cream turns ripe
While those expeller presses
Squeeze out every bite
Extract of Irish moss, cold laboratory sheen
Red 3 and Yellow 5, stored in Polyethylene
They made the goods to bring us the best
It’s a slow demise through abundance
Invited in with ample portions
Brute hospitality
We’ll fill ‘till we’re overfull
And all our contents start to leak
Instinctive tallies
How best to explain?
Calories expended
Verses calories gained
Extract of Irish moss, cold laboratory sheen
They set the subjects loose and kept the prices cheap
They made the goods that made us a mess
It’s a slow demise through abundance, yes
Stabilizer, insulin spiker
Vibrant colors, blooming ulcers
Protein binders, cell mutator
Thyroid killer, empire builder
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7. |
Mission Critical
04:29
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It all happened so fast
Heart pooling blood in a pressure cast
Little time left in the fog and rain
With this bucket on my brain
My throat burns with a citrus sting
A warning light flashes, and alarm rings
Sitting back looking high above
Thinking about all the wasted love
Gravity’s pulling
Light waves refracting
Time stands still for me
The weight is crushing
Seconds I’m counting
Into the black, star filled sea
The shake rattles me to the core
I glance out of the cabin door
This world makes it hard to leave
Patches of prowess on my sleeve
Final burn for the world to see
I escape the grasp of reality
Past the point of no return
This was a hard lesson learned
I don’t have control
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8. |
Dark Ones
05:31
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