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[fox69]

"Suits And Ladders"

"Suits And Ladders"



I got manicured fingers and toes
I got 4 layers of pee-soaked clothes but I’m still condescending
Your as and teeth permanent browned
Your face is permanently frowned and I have everything I want
Your life’s gotta really suck
You gotta hustle all day just to make the bucks
To get high enough just to forget about what you’ve become
You’re the one who lives nowhere
You think you’re life’s more than a game of suits and ladders
When nothing really matters
You’re not just fluous, you’re superfluous
You don’t actually do anything, a human redundancy

40 year old Macallans, 40 Old English ounces
Henry the IV double shot
I just finished a bottle of Old Crow
I just bought a case of Chateau Margaux, not the 95, the 96
Your house is of corrections
Your house is full of collections of crap you bought from selling others out
You’re the one who has nothing
Your life is a game of unstable bladders, when nothing really matters
You woke up today covered in droppings (stock or bird)
When the bottom drops, my life won’t change a bit but yours will turn to shit
You are a superfluous man, I am a superfluous man
You’re quite a superfluous man, I am a superfluous man

 

[fox69]

"Take Two Placebos And Call Me Lame"

"Take Two Placebos And Call Me Lame"



Can't you see my soul, on the record sleeve?
It's going up for sale, as soon as it gets saved
Interrogation blues, once again I lose
You don't get to magnify my insecurities
You don't get to site and save my unhip-ocracies (not for sale)

Take two placebos, then you can call me lame
Walk some in my shoes, then tell me to fuck off
My oversized hat, won't fit your humongous head
I'll trade a hundred days for one inside of you

Take me to a cave, where I can't be seen
Solace makes the heart, pump adrenaline
I'm sick of being used, time and again betrayed
Give a man a key, he cannot not open the door
Give him something free and he'll resell it to the poor (c'est la vie)

Take two placebos, then you can call me lame
Walk some in my shoes, then tell me that I'm fucked
My humongous hat, won't fit your gigantic head

Just take two!

 

[fox69]

"Talking 'bout Yo' Momma"

"Talking 'bout Yo' Momma"


1, 2, 3, 4. talking 'bout your mom... talking 'bout your mom... talking 'bout your mom... talking 'bout your mom... she's a whore bitch, gutter slut. likes to shove me up her butt. drives a pickle, wearing combat boots. while farting, she'll pick me up and give me a ride and drop me in front of the show. oh no, talking 'bout your mom... talking 'bout your mom... talking 'bout your mom... talking 'bout your mom...

 

[fox69]

"Teenage Existentialist"

"Teenage Existentialist"



Living in bad faith. Negation, negates.
His facticity, not very likely

He was a teenage existentialist, nah-a
He understands Being & Nothingness, sorta
He has a poster of Simone de Beauvoir
He calls a bedroom a boudoir
Wonders how fame and fortune occur when
The world is so absurd

Summer syllabus
Metamorphosis
Crime And Punishment
Wall and No Exit

He was a teenage existentialist, nah-a
He trained a pet cockroach he named 'Kafka'
He flunks Spanish class, he gets buried in French
He thinks predestined, it makes no sense
Entitles his final exam
'I think, therefore I am'

He was a teenage existentialist, nah-a
He was a teenage existentialist, nah-a
He was a teenage neo-nihilist
He likes to fuck the poor and blow the rich
He had a crush on Ivan Ilych
Does he really exist?

 

[fox69]

"Teenage Punching Bag"

"Teenage Punching Bag"



grade school sociopath, teenage alcoholic, fraternity date rapist, company CEO
kindergarten genius, middle school punching bag, junior high school dropout, federal institution
germ free adolescent, closet homosexual, retro revolutionary, unexploded A-bomb

 

[fox69]

"Tenderloin"
(originally by Rancid)

"Tenderloin"
(originally by Rancid)



realize you're dehumanized You criticize your existence it's your demise when no sun arise When you're paralyzed by your lack of resistance She know she is She knows she's going Down below where the fire's glowing Tenderloin The tricks she gets them she's not a victim She makes a list of them and reds reads them all alone For money she's walking down on larkin In t.i. they're rocking all night long.

 

[fox69]

"Thalidomide Child"

"Thalidomide Child"


Got no arms! Got no legs! Got no head!
Now I'm dead!
I'm a Thalidomide child [x3]
My mommy took a sleeping pill,
she didn't know that it would kill!
I'm a Thalidomide child [x3]
When your born, you try yo hide!
but it'll get you, Thalidomide!
My mommy took a sleeping pill,
she didn't know that it would kill!
When your born, you try yo hide!
but it'll get you, Thalidomide!

 

[fox69]

"Thank God It's Monday"

"Thank God It's Monday"



Monday is my favorite time of year

I'm gonna tell you what I really think I like about Mondays
Cause they feel like Saturdays
When you don't gotta go to work
Every day is a holiday
I wake up when I want to
I do anything I wanna do
Can't wait for Tuesday

I really never liked Fridays (I don't)
I can't do what I wanna do (Like to)
Sold out at the movies (Go out)
Can't eat at the restaurants (Weekends)
Everybody want a good time
But the bar's full of cigarette smoke
I think I'll stay home
I think I'll wait for Monday

I live a 5 day weekend
I gotta year long holiday
Thank God it's Monday
The only place that I gotta go be
Is at the show or on the first tee
Thank God for irony
Nevermind the aggravation, modulation
Gimme another key

I'll tell you why I like Tuesdays (Wednesday)
Cause the're kinda like Christmas (New Years)
Come to think about Wednesdays (Thursday)
Are a little like Hanukkah (Every day is good)
Thursday's Thanksgiving
I'm talking about good living
I'll think I give thanks
Thank God it's Monday
Thank God it's Monday
Thank God it's Monday

Thank God it's Monday
Thank God it's Monday
Thank God it's Monday

Thank God it's Monday

 

[fox69]

"The Agony Of Victory"

"The Agony Of Victory"



Come on underachievers
Come on all you underpass believers
We’ll give you the skill for street livin’
It feels pretty great to just give in,
so just give in

Dropouts, repeat offenders
We’ll take the weary, weak, the street bartenders
Show ‘em the best times are on the street
Satisfaction through the thrill of defeat,
ain’t it sweet

Once you stop yourself from caring
About owning stuff, that’s when you wanna start sharing
Cuz all the things we want are cheap or free
I define success as not working
and I live like a king

We’ve got no competition
We’ve got no accomplished mission
We just wanna live and let others live
Of course we’ll take anything you wanna give,
so fucking give

Come on, dance like a retard
Life’s an endless party not a punch card
I don’t understand some people’s drive
Let’s just fuck and drink and be alive,
not just survive.

 

[fox69]

"The Bag"

"The Bag"



Endless evenings of non-exist
Are getting shorter, monotonous
Like an intruder, I belong outside
Although I find myself right back
The same place I was before
Saying things I'd say once more
There's no reason for me to be here, no
I feel so lonesome, surrounded by friends
Who are talking about me, saying things I could care less about
This dialogue is without
Worth, content, significance
Conversational ambivalence
Hear the same things every night, it just ain't right
I'm not the one to hold the bag
Give me something I can sink my teeth into
Show me a time, tell me a story
That I haven't heard a million times before
I pass out from boredom
As I watch the people pass
I see moments in their lives, nothing fascinating
Are we all living for the past, never realizing
We're clinging to an empty bag
Lacking content, significance
Conversational ambivalence
Say the same thing every night, it just ain't right
We'll see who's left holding the bag