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Missing a Piece
02:59
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The turn of the screw, what it does to you
You say that you can feel it, well I feel it too
You're never feeling steady, always on the decline
You try to find meaning in what can't be defined
I said hey, what's your new excuse?
I said hey, what have we got to lose?
You say that it never ends, you tear yourself open again
We're trying to make ends meet but we're just missing a piece
Singing Jack be nimble, singing Jack be free
Jack don't look back, you'll become obsolete
You've got to write the stories that no one has told
If you want to travel the road paved with gold
I said hey, what's your new excuse?
I said hey, what have we got to lose?
You say that it never ends, you tear yourself open again
We're trying to make ends meet but we're just missing a piece
We just need some time
Everything will be fine
You say that it never ends, you tear yourself open again
We're trying to make ends meet but we're just missing a piece
But we're just missing a piece
But we're just missing a piece
But we're just missing a piece
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2. |
Vermin Race
03:04
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See the rodents race down your lawn up in outer space
Hear the vermin crawl inside your walls while they eat your face
Swallow all your fears, suck down your beer, keep counting out the years
The cycle starts anew, what would you do if we just disappeared?
Well my house starts shaking and my heart starts quaking
I've been running out of space after it's been taken
I'm puking in stasis on a regular basis
I found out lately that my life is what I make it
Gotta get myself out of the vermin race
Learn your ABCs on your knees while shot with processed cheese
The hymns you learned were wrong, sing along, turn into the new priest
Abandon all your friends once again, they'll never understand
Get to verse number two, what should we do, just ride around the bend
Well my house starts shaking and my heart starts quaking
I've been running out of space after it's been taken
I'm puking in stasis on a regular basis
I found out lately that my life is what I make it
Gotta get myself out of the vermin race
When I say vermin, you say race
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3. |
Human Exhibit
03:35
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It was twenty years ago today, they found me in my habitat and took me away
I found myself in a glass case, thousands of faces pass by every day
Captivity is now my home, there's nowhere else that I can go
They put me in a hunting pose just like my ancestors long, long ago
You can look, but you can't touch
I am a specimen out on display
You can point and you can laugh
Bring the whole family down before it goes away
For years I've been still, I reek of formaldehyde
There is no moving forward, perpetually stuck in my era of time
The only voice I have now are the words lined in this song
Historians will study me, wonder where my species went wrong
You can look, but you can't touch
I am a specimen out on display
You can point and you can laugh
Bring the whole family down before it goes away
I'm a modern being but became ancient history
A traveling attraction in a never-ending carnival
Gutted of my insides and deprived of my dignity
I'm permanently preserved in a limbo post-utero
Exotic taxidermy makes for a wonderful tourist trap
I never knew how God could ever make me such a mockery
I am but a pawn for the desire of a profiting
I have a mouth but I cannot scream
You can look, but you can't touch
I am a specimen out on display
You can point and you can laugh
Bring the whole family down before it goes away
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4. |
Head Full'O Junk
03:11
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You don't wanna mess with a guy like me
I sleep with the rats, I got an art degree
I'm just an average hipster but without the hip
You just cannot deny my sheer craftsmanship
My portfolio will amaze even the simplest of minds
Ask me about my Tumblr sometime
Everyone around me thinks that I'm just a snob
But they'll regret it once it nets me a job
I listen to Klaatu at the drive-thru, the greatest hits of Meredith Monk
You know life ain't that easy when your head's so full of junk
You say you don't like my Pollock spew and my art belongs in the trash
Well I'm sorry bud, you'll have to wait in line to kiss my head that's full of junk
I can fill jars with my own piss
I can sell a painting then shred it to bits
I'm creative, I can do whatever I can
You just don't get the meaning, man
Performance art that was too avant-garde
For even the suckers down at the Juliard
Oh yeah, I forgot to mention this one too:
A sculpture built out of my loo
I listen to Klaatu at the drive-thru, the greatest hits of Meredith Monk
You know life ain't that easy when your head's so full of junk
You say you don't like my Pollock spew and my art belongs in the trash
Well I'm sorry bud, you'll have to wait in line to kiss my head that's full of junk
*So like, this is my newest piece, it’s uh, acrylic on canvas, and like, I know it looks like a blue square, but you know, I think it represents like, how we as a society are like, always confined to a box, and like, how little of our universe we actually understand, you know what I mean?*
I listen to Klaatu at the drive-thru, the greatest hits of Meredith Monk
You know life ain't that easy when your head's so full of junk
You say you don't like my Pollock spew, you call me a snot nose punk
Well I'm sorry bud, you'll have to wait in line to kiss my ass
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Two Masks
03:26
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Got two masks on my face
One that gives and one that takes
Got two masks on my mind
One that breathes and one that dies
I've got no sympathy for shadows
I never follow them home
No empathy for illusions
They need to leave me alone
I can't sleep, I don't have eyes
I can't dream, I've got no time
I can't be lost, I won't be found
I can't be saved til I come back round
Got two masks on my face
One that gives and one that takes
Got two masks on my mind
This two-headed beast of mine
I've got no patience for prophets
Don't care what they have to say
Got fucked over by the false ones
That's how I wound up this way
I can't be me, I don't have faith
I can't be you, it's much too late
I can't hide, you'll find my cloud
I can't rise up til I fall back down
Got two masks on my face
One that gives and one that takes
Got two masks on my mind
One that breathes and one that dies
Two masks, one face
Two hearts, two fakes
One life, one chance
One mouth, two chants
Got two masks on my face
One that gives and one that takes
Got two masks on my mind
This two-headed beast of mine
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6. |
Sweet N' Strange
03:19
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You got new shoes but they don't suit you at all
You stumble all the time but you never fall
You got eyes of ice and a sixties mind
You're painting on my brain just like a valentine
You won't make a hit record out of myself
You're gonna play me once then put me back on the shelf
I want to be beside you but I'm just a B-side to you
I run and I hide from you, I should have thought this through
You're sweet and you're strange, my heart's been a-rocking
Rocking my heart, it's melting like chocolate
I want something groovy baby, you got that
Spin me around again, now I'm asking
What's a guy like me to do when I meet someone like you
I just cannot read your cue, I say you're sweet and you're strange
I know you like to see this like one big game
You make me run in circles til I'm frying my brain
Don't always see your tricks until you put them away
Why'd you have to change the rules before I could play
I thought I was your type but now you're proving me wrong
You're like a quick brown fox, I'm just an old lazy dog
I never knew why I liked you but it's easy to see
That there could never be nobody that was quite as weird as me
You're sweet and you're strange, my heart's been a-rocking
Rocking my heart, it's melting like chocolate
I want something groovy baby, you got that
Spin me around again, now I'm asking
What's a guy like me to do when I meet someone like you
I'll just have to watch you move, I say you're sweet and you're strange
S W E E T S T R A N G E, S W E E T S T R A N G E
You're S W E E T S T R A N G E
Enough about you, enough about me
Enough about that whole spelling bee
You're sweet and you're strange, my heart's been a-rocking
Rocking my heart, it's melting like chocolate
I want something groovy baby, you got that
Spin me around again, now I'm asking
What's a guy like me to do when I meet someone like you
I just cannot read your cue, but I bet you really want me to
What's a guy like me to do when I meet someone like you
I'll just have to watch you move, I say you're sweet and you're strange
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7. |
Bombhead
02:56
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I got myself a job, I'm working 9 to 5
I sit down in my office and I feel just fine
I'm the happiest little worker that could ever be
I even have a suit made just for me
I love my little desk and the plain decor
I love how the walls always match the floor
I keep pushing papers just to pass the time
But I can't let my coworkers look me in the eyes
I'll tell you why
*I've been trying to stab out the competition, I've increased our productivity from Q4. My bosses are very happy with me*
My clock is ticking down, I'm approaching code red
I guess that's why they call me, they call me the Bombhead
There's no rush at my job, there's nothing to fear
I'm glad I'm alive and I'm glad to be here
I do what I'm told and don't ask for pay
I'm always on time for my shift every day
They made me productive and tidy and neat
They drag me out the office with chains around my feet
They can't make me leave, I don't wanna go home
Why can't my bosses just leave me alone?
Just leave me alone
*They gave me my coffee for today, where's my stapler? I believe you have my stapler*
My clock is ticking down, I'm approaching code red
I guess that's why they call me, they call me the Bombhead
*I could set the building on fire*
My clock is ticking down, I'm approaching code red
I guess that's why they call me, they call me the Bombhead
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I be making that green on that minimum wage
I be stocking them shelves over at Target
I got them rupees, green rupees like Zelda
Billion dollar babies, better swallow them or sell them
Went over to Walmart and got myself a pool
It's like three feet deep but it's still pretty cool
Money is my middle name, no really, that's legit
If you don't believe me check out my birth certificate
Living like a gourmand, I gotta say
I sure do love eating Maruchan every day
Whether it be beef, chili, chicken or shrimp
Slurping on those noodles makes me feel like a pimp
What you gonna do when you see me and all my fans
Spending all that paper, don't even got to use my hands
Every day each of my haters makes me another grand
Everyone bow down to the king, that's a demand
What you gonna do when you see me and all my fans
Spending all that paper, don't even got to use my hands
Every day each of my haters makes me another grand
Everyone bow down to the king, that's a demand
My mama always told me to count my blessings
She never knew I'd make all these investments
Washington's my homie, Lincoln's my G
I've got enough of them to buy Twinkies from the vending machine
I'm bouncing checks, I'm breaking necks
When I step in they say "damn"
They wanna be in my posse, like bitch
Do you know who I am?
K R Y, dollar sign, T A L what does that spell?
Kry$tal Pep$i's the name and I'm about to raise some hell
Crushing your head in between the kick and the snare
Bout to get scraped off the heels of a true thousandaire
You think I give a shit? You think I give a fuck?
I'm just swimming in my money pile like a certain McDuck
This beat's from California, it be starting forest fires
And the sick rhymes you hear just make the flames go higher
I'm rich bitch, that's all you need to know
I'm out of here, but not before this outro
What you gonna do when you see me and all my fans
Spending all that paper, don't even got to use my hands
Every day each of my haters makes me another grand
Everyone bow down to the king, that's a demand
What you gonna do when you see me and all my fans
Spending all that paper, don't even got to use my hands
Every day each of my haters makes me another grand
Everyone bow down to the king, that's a demand, bitch
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theEndlessVacuum Wylie, Texas
This is The Endless Vacuum.
Successfully avoiding fame and fortune since 2015.
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