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Amara
02:17
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Now this is an ode to a girl named Amara
A goddess of love and mother from above
She use to stay in Flint, but not anymore
Because everytime she'd drink the water there
She'd pass out
And puke all over the floor
Oh Amara, yknow I wanna
Wanna sit next to you
Oh Amara, and I've gotta
Shitty song I wrote for you
Oh Amara, y'know I wanna
Wanna sit next to you
Oh Amara, I wrote this shitty song
For you
Now Amara's gotta conquest out west
She's taking over the world by herself
She's powerful and beautiful
Amara: the sunflower girl
Amara I wanna sit next to you
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Set fire to the United States
Set fire to this whole fuckin place
Let's give America a nuclear war
They nuke everyone else
When they should just nuke themselves
I wanna live in an Americanwaste
I don't wanna live here anymore
America needs a nuclear war
Set fire to DC
Set fire to the police
Set fire to anyone that is handcuffing me
Everyone hates America
Because it fuckin sucks
It's violent and it's stupid as fuck
I'm telling you, it's not that great
Because it's really corrupt
It pisses me off
I wanna kill a cop
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3. |
Punk Rock Boyfriend
01:46
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I'm just your average punk rock kid
I drink beer and I smell like shit
My stud count is about 300
I hate capitalism, could you give me a dollar?
Son of a gun, I'm having too much fun
In that mosh pit
Smashed my shine on a monitor
Because of some Viking dude with a silly head
Oh I can be your punk rock boyfriend
You can be my girl
And you can buy me everything
Because I'm so damn poor
I'll never grow up
Just live fast and die whenever
And you can buy me a 40oz with my dinner
Does it turn you on how I make all my money
By playing ukulele in the streets?
Does it turn you on when I choke you too hard
When we're fucking on your bedsheets?
Does it turn you on how I smell like puke
From February 26th?
And I dunno where the smell is coming from
But it sure does smell like shit
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Bigcities + Bedbugs
02:37
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Well here I fuckin am again
In a big city
I swore I'd never come back to one
Because concrete ain't pretty
Homebums yell at something
Or they yell at nothing
And the cheap motels have bedbugs
Y'know the city's killing me
Oh big cities and Bedbugs
Is what is killing me
Oh big cities and Bedbugs
Has finally gotten a fuckin hold of me
Oh bigcities and Bedbugs
Yeah that's killing me
I gotta box of ramen, cuz I can't get a bite to eat
Without someone trying to poison me
Or steal my shit as I sleep
Oh big cities and Bedbugs
Is what is killing me
I walk for miles and miles looking for a place to sleep
Finally I give in, I see that motel room
I give him all my money and I get a smoking room
With black dots on that mattress seam
The hallway in the motel
Smells like weed and Crystal meth
Boy I tell ya baby, bigcities are the best
Everyone here pays their rooms with their nut checks
So that they can buy that tex-IS Meth
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5. |
Dying Young
02:45
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7. |
Kiss To Death
02:24
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8. |
Girl Named Mandi
01:51
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9. |
Gutterlove
02:27
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10. |
Folsom Prison Noise
02:04
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Gypo Ann Arbor, Michigan
PayPal should be working now. I encourage you to download for free, though. Make copies on disc and hand em out. Record it from another phone, steal my shit I don't give a fuck!
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