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Eat Wood Glue
04:26
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2. |
A Song for Petunia
06:06
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It started as a hobby, when I bought a mobile home
Killing in the trailer parks, with a caravan as my throne
Murder is my passion, caravanning is my love
Even though my membership was revoked by the caravan club.
My caravan she is lovely, there’s nothing I prefer
Her name is Petunia, I feel peculiar when I’m not inside her
My caravan is so wonderful, she’s the love of my life
If only it weren’t frowned upon, I’d make her my wife
HATE
In my caravan
DATE
With my caravan
BLOOD
In my caravan
IN LOVE
With my caravan
I drive around the country, with my caravan in tow
Doing gruesome murders in every place I go
I make no distinction, between victims old and young
Men, women and children dead, I kill everyone!
Petunia has pink curtains, and walls all painted cream
Even the room where I keep the corpses, has a lovely eggshell sheen
Petunia how I love you, you’re the apple of my eye
You’re the gorgeous house I never had, where people come to die
HATE
In my caravan
DATE
With my caravan
BLOOD
In my caravan
IN LOVE
With my caravan
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3. |
Elevaterror
05:50
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4. |
I Should be Sleeping
07:20
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A gentle glow
Though not warming my face
And so life slows
Drips away without a trace
I could be doing so much more
But I'm reviewing airport floors
And so hours pass and go
And what I want to finish has not showed
And still you're sitting with me
Still sending pictures of fleas
Send it to its grave
My God you've never changed
Pictures of your food
I've never craved
Read my blog
Its about my colon
I do not have one
And ain't it great
And night descends upon the room
And within the dark and murky gloom
Comes a man with a gaping wound
And comes a face with a threatening tune
Look at my cat
Look at my cat
Ain't it wonderful
Ain't it wonderful
Don't you wish you had a cat like mine
Don't you wish you had a cat like mine
And so hours pass and go
And what I want to finish has not showed
And still you're sitting with me
Still sending pictures of fleas
Send it to its grave
My God you've never changed
Pictures of your food
I've never craved
I don't need to know
What you are eating
Still I look at it
I should be sleeping
Have you seen this
You need to see this
Please see this
Satisfy me
And night descends upon the room
And within the dark and murky gloom
Comes a man with a gaping wound
And comes a face with a threatening tune
Look at my face look at my face
Ain't I random
Ain't I alternative
Look at my face from a different angle
Aren't I fucking wonderful
And so hours pass and go
And what I want to finish has not showed
And still you're sitting with me
Still sending pictures of fleas
Send it to its grave
My God you've never changed
Pictures of your food
I've never craved
I don't need to know
What you are eating
Still I look at it
I should be sleeping
Oh it's so cool
You should try it too
Why be productive when you could be on the internet
Oh it's so cool
You should try it too
Why be productive when you could be on the internet
And so the internet generation descended into the depths of the intellectual void, eschewing culture in favour of grainy photos of their pesto-drenched vegan enchiladas sepia selfies and independent coffee shops
(Hashtag no filter)
Hashtag no future
(Hashtag no make-up)
Hashtag don't wake up
(Hashtag duck-face)
Hashtag fuck face
(Hashtag hashtag)
Hashtag fuck off
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5. |
Cat Orgy
02:54
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6. |
Potassium Overdose
00:15
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7. |
Christmas with Satan
04:56
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8. |
Sun and Showers
06:03
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28 years since I committed a sin
Since the storm of '87. hurricane breezed in
And my life was changed, my chances slim
When someone had hearsay and just called in
But I soldiered on and maintained my power
Not missing step, never seeming sour
But the whole ordeal had lasted for hours
A mixture of sun and a mixture of showers
And so I've pulled the rug from under you
And wool over your eyes
Behind the guilt looming, I hear the shouts
And sound of stormy cries
My sheer enthusiasm hid it all
And brought you all to tears
But when the curtain falls the winds tell all
And now observe my professional rise
Return to screen from forecasting decline
I ignore my critics and predict just fine
But nights are rough when it's just me and wine
And so I descend beneath the surface
My presenting is nothing and becoming worthless
Scream 'its not going to happen' and 'why is this'
Lying in a pool of vomit and piss
And so I've pulled the rug from under you
And wool over your eyes
Behind the guilt looming, I hear the shouts
And sound of stormy cries
My sheer enthusiasm hid it all
And brought you all to tears
But when the curtain falls the winds tell all
I can't eat and I don't sleep
A senseless wind that does not cease
But I will sow what I have reaped
And still the forecast I shall preach
And lifeless forms continually seep
Out of this world, sub-conscience creep
But I will sow what I have reaped
And still the forecast I shall preach
Hurricane it won't happen, won't happen, won't happen
Don't worry it won't happen, won't happen, won't happen
Hurricane it won't happen, won't happen, won't happen
Don't worry it won't happen, won't happen, won't happen
28 years since I committed a sin
Since the storm of '87. hurricane breezed in
And my life was changed, my chances slim
When someone had hearsay and just called in
And I thought that was that, career over
Human decline in a supernova
But now I see and it's in good measure
I'm a national God-damn fuckin' treasure
And so I've pulled the rug from under you
And wool over your eyes
Behind the guilt looming, I hear the shouts
And sound of stormy cries
My sheer enthusiasm hid it all
And brought you all to tears
But when the curtain falls the winds tell all
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9. |
Killing Floor
07:59
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