1. |
Dax Riggs is British
04:39
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[Verse 1]
It was clear he was not The One
As he pulsed and turned like a dying sun
At the center of a doomed galaxy
In regalia of a circus freak
Sweat from a thousand oceans flew
At speed of light to escape the pull
Of a supermassive asshole
[Chorus]
Tonight we dine on insect meat
Eat the wings, spit out the feet
A mile from the River with the daddy juice
[Verse 2]
A monkey in a backpack hitched a ride
As the son of a dogman walked inside
Changed a warehouse to recovery room
A white sand oasis in full bloom
[Chorus 2]
Tonight we dine on insect meat
Eat the wings, spit out the feet
Benedictine sauce offers no excuse
A block from the River with the daddy juice
Innocent souls exposed to liars
Dancing in a trance while the baby’s on fire
These are all sins, let the ritual…
[Interlude]
…the Curse of the… …support to a fellow troubadour
The twilight hour fast approaches and I lean upon the taffrail
Consuming my surroundings with my eyes, blood orange IPA in my grasp
I press it against my lips as if it were a lover from a bygone age
The smooth nectar flows between my lips, lifting my spirits
My companion palms his Lone Star as I catch sight of a woman whose name I’ll never recall
She is alone, travelling abroad to see the bats spill forth from their diurnal home
Dinosaurs dangle from her ears as I fixate upon her diastema
We make pleasant conversation for a time
My third companion joins us from his brief reprieve and dream state at the same time as the bats
I bid my would-be mistress farewell before she drifts out of my mind
Filed away in the mental Rolodex of femme fatales whisked away by time and opportunity
I think of her often, but I do not miss her.
[Chorus 3]
Tonight we dine on insect meat
Eat the wings, spit out the feet
Benedictine sauce offers no excuse
Down by the River with the daddy juice
Innocent souls exposed to liars
Dancing in a trance while the baby’s on fire
These are all sins, let the ritual begin
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2. |
Gimme Dat
02:05
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[Verse & Chorus]
Gimme dat
Gimme dat juicy booty
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3. |
88 mph
04:26
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[Verse 1]
I met her at a truck stop, she was looking for a ride
I told her “Come on in, Baby, so am I"
It was love at first sight, I should've taken a second look
Should've learned to judge by the cover…
[Chorus 1]
When I look south, I still think of her
Cause she gave me a little gift that I can't return
[Verse 2]
Five dollars or 50 miles, I can’t remember which came first
But her skirt was flipped up over her head and I was about to burst
That mental image will never leave my mind
Just like the love she gave me and thousand others of my kind
[Chorus 2]
When I look south, I still think of her
Cause she gave me a little gift that I can't return
I still think of her each and every day
I even make frequent stops at that Flying J
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4. |
Robotic Romeo
01:52
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[Chorus]
I’m not a robot
I’m not a robot
I’m not a robot
I’m not a robot
[Verse 1]
If you want to see what’s behind closed doors
Better put in that secret code of yours
[Chorus]
I’m not a robot
(Prove it, prove it, prove it, prove it)
I’m not a robot… Well neither am I
I’m not a robot… Three streetlights or five?
I’m not a robot
[Verse 2]
If you want to get inside my lair of sin
Better put your secret code on in
[Chorus]
I’m not a robot… But I’m a sex machine
(Prove it, prove it, prove it, prove it)
I’m not a robot… Put your Captcha in clean
I’m not a robot… Are these crosswalks or lines?
I’m not a robot… I almost checked the boxes in time
[Outro]
I’m not a robot… There’s no robots here
I’m not a robot… Not a robot, no
I’m not a robot
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5. |
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I like candy
[Verse 1]
Still waters run deep
Oh yeah, oh, sweet nectar
Still waters run deep
I wanna rock your body, Baby (just don’t look at me) …to the break of dawn
[Verse 2]
You know, exposing myself four to five times a day, take a look at that!
Hey, I saw you checkin’ out my goods, come here bitch!
Dangling, like it’s yours, come by and take pictures (This is so frickin’ illegal)
Man… I am lookin’ good
Cause I don’t have photographs of things like… this thing you’re doing here with my butt
So c'mon, if you need another piece of meat to fit inside your sex sandwich
[Verse 3]
Oozing juices, oozing juices, oozing juices around
Shove it just right back up your ass
Dirty deeds done dirt cheap, I know techniques
Oh yeah, oh, you are naughty
Your wife’s pretty hot man, you are a total whore
There’s something else down there that I can’t, uh, explain
[Verse 4]
I don’t need no instructions to know how to rock! Pretty badass!
Yeah let ‘er rip
Some women are bitches and should be treated as such
Aw, someone shoulda been here to see that, that was classic!
Two people were murdered here…
What do you need? What do you want? SOLO!
That’s from the live album
The one who knew how to party back in eighty one!
F’you don’t like my balls hangin’ out, you look away
It is a new era!
Stand and deliver!
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6. |
The View (Trip Wamsley)
04:33
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[Verse 1]
I like the view from down my nose
I like the dirt between my toes
And I remember when the main thing was the mainspring
This world so deep, this life so shallow
Sick of being a big marshmallow
Waiting for the pies of hell, yeah
[Chorus 1]
And when the Reagan years were over
I felt like I was sober
Leaving Neverland for colder shoulders
In a brand new world
[Verse 2]
I loved myself when I was young
I was as all-knowing and so strong
I was beautiful but careless, useless
I cannot help but be amazed
At all the things I’ve laid to waste
I loved love and I was stupid, yeah
[Chorus 2]
And when the 80’s were all over
I felt like I was sober
Leaving Neverland for colder shoulders
In a brand new world
[Verse 3]
I like the view from down my nose
I like the dirt between my toes
And I remember when the mainspring was the main thing
This world so deep, this life so shallow
Sick of being a big marshmallow
Waiting for the pies of hell, yeah
[Chorus 3]
And when the Reagan years were over
I felt like I was sober
Leaving Neverland for colder shoulders
In a brand new world
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7. |
The Credits
02:54
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