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Quarantine
01:39
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You know it sucks when you meet a girl
That’s living in a different world
But maybe one day I’ll be with her
But it’s not fair, just so unfair
How we can’t live without different things
Like where we’re at, or where we’re gonna go
Or maybe even the lack of that
Boy I wish we were comfortable
And I don’t need a lot of things
Just coffee and Twisted Tea
But since I met you, oh so it seems
I’d live with you for eternity
Quarantine, oh quarantine
Oh my sweet, sweet baby
Looks like they’ve got the best of me
Looks like they’ve got a hold of me
Oh how I wish to be with you
Even doing nothing
Enjoying company
Because everyday with you
Is like a twisted tea space bag party
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2. |
Alone Forever
03:02
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I just wanna be alone forever
Lock myself inside my room;
That is if I had a room
I just wanna stay inside forever
Lock myself in a public restroom
Now I’m alone and warm and
I just wanna be alone forever
And ever and ever and ever and ever and ever
I don’t even wanna talk to you
Or you or you or you or
Anyone else just leave me alone
If that makes you hate me
Then I guess I hate you too
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Aunt Stan
01:51
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Oh my Aunt Stan looks like an uncle, a man
She stands when she pees, looks like an uncle to me
Gotta big ol’ bald head, and a bulge upon her leg
Oh my Aunt Stan looks like an uncle to me
She watches nascar, and never Hallmark
She looks like Dr. Phil and not so feminine to me
She yells at Dallas cowboys on her TV
Oh my Aunt Stan looks like a man
She looks like a devil, an angel by no means
With her bald head all she needs is horns
A pitch fork, a long tail, red skin and sharp teeth
Now she’s eating wings and watching the game
Well my Aunt Stan has got a big ol’ bald head
A button up shirt, I’ve never seen her in a skirt
My Aunt Stan who looks like a man
She got a sex change and now my Aunt Stan is
Uncle Jan
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4. |
I've Got Lice!
02:35
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I’ve got lice on my head
I’ve got lice on my head
Every time that I lay down
I swear I feel them crawling around
Ive got lice on my head
And I just can’t go to bed
This itching and scratchings driving me insane
So I get drunk so I don’t feel a thing
When they suck my blood
Yeah when they suck my blood
They get drunk too, and get so rowdy
I swear one of em just yelled out “howdy!”
Now I’m sad, so sad, so sad now that they’re gone
Cuz it turns out they were around when I had no one
They got drunk with me, yeah they got drunk with me
Now I sleep all alone all lonesome on the ground
Well, maybe I’ll find the girl
Maybe I will find the girl
That gave me lice in the first place
So we can do it all over again
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5. |
I Like Dogs
02:25
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I like dogs, I like dogs, I like dogs, I like dogs
I like dogs, I like dogs
But I don’t like you at all
I like dogs, I like dogs, I like dogs
I like dogs, I like dogs,
But I don’t like you at all
I like dogs, I like dogs, I like dogs
I like dogs, I like dogs, I like dogs
But I don’t like you at all
I hope no dog ever dies again
Because if they did, I would too
But if a human ever died ever again
I wouldn’t even mind
I hope there’s never a dog genocide
Because if there was, I would cry
But if there ever was a human genocide
I wouldn’t even mind
Oh, Hitler was a human, and Charles Manson too
And so was John Wayne... Gacy
And my ex girlfriend
Her name was Stacy
And none of those people were dogs
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6. |
Anticiv Song
03:17
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Why do we wanna be billionaires, when dollars can’t buy anything
Besides things and stuff and shit we don’t need
Money can't buy, it’s already there
Just look outside, you’ll see what I mean
Ever notice how money don’t grow on trees?
Because trees are free, they grow each day
Just like every-fucking-thing
That’s out there in this world that we need
Ever notice how money don’t grow on trees?
Well shit man, it seems to be the most useless thing to me
We don’t need a government when theres no community
Besides community service; that’s bullshit to me
We don’t need to be a slave, and I mean that literally
Burn down every correctional facility
And put down your hair, and drop down your fist
On the one thing that’s killing you and me
Civilization is bullshit
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7. |
I Just Might Die Tonight
02:01
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Well I think my girl just left me
And I think I smoked my last cigarette
But I ain’t got nothing left
And I just might die tonight
Well I think my rental flick is overdue
And I still think about you
I’ve seen Braveheart over twenty-two times
And I just might die tonight
I think I’m outta coffee and I think I’m outta beer
And you are no where near
There’s no more beer and there’s no more you
And I just might die tonight
I think my friends all hate me
But I think I hate them too
I hate all the things that they do
And I just might die tonight
What more else is there to do
Besides think about you
When you don’t even think of me
Because you are so sick of me
And I just might die tonight
I’m so sick, yeah I’m so sick
So sick of this sick feeling
My skin is always dry
My skin is always peeling
And I just might die tonight
Twisted tea spacebags and Camel 99’s
Are the only things that I enjoy
But I ain’t got neither, so why do I bother
When I just might die tonight
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I've Got Electric Lice!
02:07
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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!
Booking in Michigan: korasgypo@gmail.com
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