1. |
Married or Buried
00:43
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Well we'll get married or buried
Have a very nice year!
Yeah we'll get bleary and harried
And drink lots of nice Beer!
Well we'll get homesick and lonely
Forty years of cheer!
But the girls will be friendly
When they drink cheap beer!
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2. |
1967
02:08
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Bad cars and blowing out
Seems like we better felt
Flowers they smell so gay
I love you and I love May
Songs stories and your hair
I like your flower chair
Swim with me and you will see
Cut the rope and climb a tree
The world is big from way up here
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3. |
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Let's call all the girls we know
Get drunk on wine until they blow
Tell all their friends and mothers that they're hoes
Then afterwards recount our deeds
To winos, druggies, cocks and thieves
Who by some instance are our only friends
We'll be loved throughout the land!
We'll be loved throughout the land!
We'll be loved throughout the land!
We'll be loved throughout the land!
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4. |
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Find me when i fall asleep
don't be bothered, don't hate my dream
I do weird things to myself sometimes
Barbara carved a single telephone line
I'm uncertain if I'm still alive
I go softly, I talk between the lines
are you hungry? Have a piece of my mind
I'm just saying, bluegrass is playing all the time
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5. |
smoke cigarettes
00:58
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waste your life away, you smoke cigarettes
waste your life away, you don't give a shit
waste you life away, you smoke cigarettes yeah
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6. |
Bile them cabbage down
01:29
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Bile them cabbage down boys
Turn them hoe cakes 'round
The only song that I can sing is bile them cabbage down
Took my gal to the blacksmith's shop to have her mouth made small
Turned around a time or two and swallowed shop and all
Bile them cabbage down boys
Turn them hoe cakes 'round
The only song that I can sing is bile them cabbage down
How that mule would kick, he kicked with his dying breath
Shoved his hindfeet down his throat and kicked himself to death
Bile them cabbage down boys
Turn them hoe cakes 'round
The only song that I can sing is bile them cabbage down
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7. |
Painted
03:11
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Well I'm goin' to Alaska where the bricks are made of Alaskan Ice
I wish I was a farmer, then I could grow potatoes and eat them with rice
There are few things you can get in this world better than something to eat
But I'd rather play my guitar and sleep
We're all painted
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8. |
Bored
02:34
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I'm not bad, i'm not a sinner, i'm not a killer, i'm not a whore
i'm none of those things that you wrote on my door
well maybe on sunday we'll get up early for chores
but i'd rather play with myself and be bored
there's some things you can't have, and some things you want
but honestly baby you've got a sweet cunt
so if we made out then you'd let me get deep
but you'll never do that so i'll keep my hard to myself
I'm not bad, i'm not a sinner, i'm not a killer, i'm not a whore
i'm none of those things that you wrote on my door
well maybe on sunday we'll get up early for chores
but i'd rather play with myself and be bored
it's easy to write a bad song you don't like
but if you put in no effort it sounds rather nice
i'd like to sing nice songs 'bout the birds and the bees
but i can't be honest 'bout things such as these
I'm not bad, i'm not a sinner, i'm not a killer, i'm not a
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9. |
lazy afternoon
01:42
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Lazy afternoon, they are all the same
Swimmin' in the water, they're just salt and blood
Lazy afternoon, they are all the same
Standin' at the altar, they're just bread and blood
So if I die, will you wake me?
Will you read the note I leave?
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10. |
Girls Play Guitars
01:59
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Girls play guitars it's fuckin' hard
Girls play guitars it's fuckin' hard
Boys wanna be in your band
All you get is horny fans
Girls play guitars, they play guitars
Girls play guitars it's fuckin' hard
Girls play guitars it's fuckin' hard
Everybody thinks you're a slut
All those boys starin' at your butt
Girls play guitars, they play guitars
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11. |
Insincere Song
02:59
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well we'll all share our feelings
what we're all really meaning
in our garden lives
well we'll all get together
in our blanket of feathers
where the party dies
all the windows have curtains
and probably sure then
that i hope that i really die
under my blankets
i'm fairly untouchable
warm and asleep and alive
but you've got your covers
you're steely and smothered
and the water fight
all the windows have curtains
and probably sure then
that i hope that i really die
all the windows have curtains
and probably sure then
that i hope that i really die
all the steely white horses
they are better ridden
by the stormy windy black sky
well we'll all share our feelings
what we're all really meaning
in our garbage lives
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