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Fuck Iowa
Fuck Iowa
Fuck Iowa
Fuck Iowa
Fuck Iowa
Fuck Iowa
Fuck Iowa
Fuck Iowa
Fuck Iowa
Fuck Iowa
Fuck Iowa
Fuck Iowa
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2. |
Things Aren't That Bad
02:19
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Global warming, economic crash
Partisan politics, and my fucking dad
There's no return to normality
This country’s fucking killing me
Take some time to figure out
The world’s gone mad there is no doubt
We don’t have to think that way
Things were better yesterday
Things aren’t that bad
Things aren’t that bad
Parents took my fucking stash
I’m getting concerned about this ever-growing rash
Fuck this all I wanna die
Can’t write the fucking second line
Take some time to figure out
The world’s gone mad there is no doubt
We don’t have to think that way
Things were better yesterday
Things aren’t that bad
Things aren’t that bad
THINGS AREN’T THAT BAD
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3. |
Garage Sale
03:01
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Here’s a toy I used to play with
Every single night
You can have it for a dollar
Cause my wallets looking tight
Family photos ancient heirlooms
Flying off the shelves
I’m selling all these treasures
Keeping nothing for myself
I’m selling all my memories
Cause I just need some more money
Having a garage sale
Here’s some vinyl from the nineties
And a poncho from Peru
Take this vintage Alf alarm clock
I’ve been saving just for you
Have my VCR and Blueray
And this poster signed by Kiss
I really hope there’s nothing here
That I am gonna miss
I’m selling all my memories
Cause I just need some more money
Having a garage sale
And now the day is over
My basement’s looking bare
I’ve made a couple bucks
But lost too much to care
I watch the final buyer
Load my Xbox in his trunk
And now I start to realize
That I really miss my junk
I’m selling all my memories
Cause I just need some more money
Having a garage sale
I’m selling all my memories
Cause I just need some more money
Having a garage sale
I’m selling all my memories
Cause I just need some more money
Having a garage sale
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4. |
Looking For A Show
00:33
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YEEAAHHHH
It’s Friday night and there’s nothing on the tube
I’m gonna go out and find something to do
So I take a walk just down the street
And the bars and the pubs are all passing me
Then I hear this band across from me
And they make me jam to their evil beat
I’m looking for a show
I’m looking for a show
I’m looking for a show
I’m looking for a goddamn show
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5. |
Gotta Get Out
03:23
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So sick of living with my mom
Gotta get out
So sick of working this job
Gotta get out
Just tired of standing still
Gotta get out
Gotta get out; find some thrill
Gotta get out
Gotta get out
Gotta get out
Gotta get out
Gotta get out
Gotta get out
So sick of living with my pop
Gotta get out
So sick of letting mind rot
Gotta get out
Gotta get out
Gotta get out
Gotta get out
Gotta get out
Gotta get out
Gotta out of this job
Gotta get out of this school
Gotta find something new
Something better I can do
It’s time to make up my mind
It’s time to find what's right
It’s time to fight the design
So I won’t be left behind
Gotta out of this job
Gotta get out of this school
Gotta find something new
Something better I can do
It’s time to make up my mind
It’s time to find what's right
It’s time to fight the design
So I won’t be left behind
Just tired of standing still
Gotta get out
Gotta get out; find some thrill
Gotta get out
Gotta get out
Gotta get out
Gotta get out
Gotta get out
Gotta get out
Gotta get out
Gotta get out
Gotta get out
Gotta get out
Gotta get out
Gotta get out
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6. |
Highway
03:04
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I sped on the highway today
I thought the cop didn’t look my way
He was hiding under the bridge
I saw his lights behind me car
I thought to myself “Well I got this far”
I push my pedal to the floor
Driving into the sunset
And he’s still on my ass
I’m making my way, day by day
I’m not gonna let this life pass me
Driving into the sunset
And he’s still on my ass
I’m making my way, day by day
I’m not gonna let this life pass me
Pedal to the floor that ain’t enough I need more
Seven cops behind that I want to ignore
I hit the nitrous I accelerate
I speed away and now I’ve made my escape
Driving into the sunset
Lost the cops on my ass
I’m making my way, day by day
I’m not gonna let this life pass me
Driving into the sunset
Lost the cops on my ass
I’m making my way, day by day
I’m not gonna let this life pass me
Driving into the sunset
Lost the cops on my ass
I’m making my way, day by day
I’m not gonna let this life pass me
Driving into the sunset
Lost the cops on my ass
I’m making my way, day by day
I’m not gonna let this life pass me
Driving into the sunset
Lost the cops on my ass
I’m making my way, day by day,
I’m not gonna let this life pass me
Driving into the sunset
Lost the cops on my ass
I’m making my way, day by day
I’m not gonna let this life pass me
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7. |
Fucking Shit
00:16
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I have to take a fucking shit
(I gotta take a fucking shit)
I have to let it fucking loose
(I gotta let it fucking loose)
I drop my kids off at the pool
(Drop my kids off at the pool)
And then I take a fucking deuce
(I gotta take a fucking deuce)
I gotta take a fucking shit
(Fucking shit)
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8. |
Destroy The World
00:55
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Nuclear annihilation
Premature cremation
Fireballs across the nation
Say goodbye to all creation
Destroy the world
Destroy the world
Drop the A-bomb on civilians
Population’s losing billions
Planetary decimation
Universal termination
Destroy the world
Destroy the world
Destroy the world
Destroy the world
Destroy the world
Destroy the fucking world
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9. |
Skipping Class
02:50
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I’m bored to death and
My grades are failing
I have a migraine
Sanity’s ailing
I need to regain
My independence
That’s why I will not
Be in attendance
I must escape
I cannot listen to the man
There is no
Time to waste
As I launch the master plan
Cause I feel
Like a pawn
And I’m sick of being taught
So I’m out
On the run
And I don’t care if I’m caught
I’m skipping class
I’m skipping class
I’m skipping class
I’m skipping class
Sneaking through hallways
Evading teachers
Maybe I should hide
Behind the bleachers
Right here is hopeless
There’s not a safe place
I need to get out
And leave with no trace
I must escape
I can’t listen to the man
There is no
Time to waste
As I launch the master plan
Cause I feel
Like a pawn
And I’m sick of being taught
So I’m out
On the run
And I don’t care if I’m caught
I’m skipping class
I’m skipping class
I’m skipping class
I’m skipping class
I’m skipping class
I’m skipping class
I’m skipping class
I’m skipping class
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10. |
Probes, Pt. 1
02:08
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They’re coming down to Earth
To scan us with their probes
They wreck our brain and heads
Destroy our frontal lobes
Experiment on humans
Day after day
I think they might have got
A little carried away
Alien invasion
Alien invasion
Alien invasion
Alien invasion
Alien invasion
Alien invasion
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11. |
Fuck Wisconsin
00:40
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Wisconsin’s full of cheese
There’s nothing fucking else
We’ll head there for some cheese curds then we’ll head the fuck out
That’s all I have to say
That’s all that’s fucking there
AHHHH
Fuck Wisconsin
Fuck Wisconsin
Fuck Wisconsin
Fuck
Fuck Wisconsin
Fuck Wisconsin
Fuck Wisconsin
Fuck
Fuck Wisconsin
Fuck Wisconsin
Fuck Wisconsin
Fuck
Fuck Wisconsin
Fuck Wisconsin
Fuck Wisconsin
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12. |
Kevin
03:55
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In the middle of a while ago
A person did a thing
Well this person’s name was Kevin
And he really liked to sing
So he picked up his guitar
And he jotted down some words
He didn’t have a plan
He just started on the verse
And before he really knew it
He wrote a solid jam
Had a couple buddies over
And they started up a band
Well this band they tried hard, but
They didn’t didn’t know what to do
They bought some cheap guitars
And yelled “FUCK YOU”
So he jammed with his buddies
And they played all through night
They kept on fucking riffing
Till they saw the morning light
They getting pretty good
They were feeling alright
The band was really vibing
Had a future in their sights
So they played a couple shows
And got a couple fans
They got some custom stickers
And they got some custom pants
They were kicking fucking ass
And taking fucking names
There was no slowing down
There was no being tamed
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13. |
SAC
01:29
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You try to lie you try to cheat you put me under your feet
You try to push you try to shove and yet you put me above
I'll put you down I'll shut you up I'm gonna make you nut
You gonna cry you'll piss your pants I'll make you shit and cum
You try to lie you try to cheat you put me under your feet
You try to push you try to shove and yet you put me above
I'll put you down I'll shut you up I'm gonna make you nut
You gonna cry you'll piss your pants I'll make you shit and cum
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14. |
Flourbag
01:08
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There was a flourbag
We threw it at his car
And he backed into a tree
He fell onto his knees
I thought I heard him scream
Because he backed into a tree
He threw a punch or two
But he didn’t hit the dude
Cause he backed into a tree (YEAH)
There was a flourbag (FLOURBAG)
And we threw it at his car (Threw at his car)
And he backed into a tree (TREE)
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15. |
Hell To Pay
06:34
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Woke up this morning I'm so fucking mad
I wanna beat my fucking fists against the back of your head
I'm gonna destroy you and rip you to shreds
I guess I'll go to the basement pump some iron instead
Don't look my way
There'll be Hell to pay
Don't look my way
There'll be Hell to pay
Woke up this morning and I'm gonna get caught
Kicking your ass right in front of the cops
I swear to god man I want you dead
If I could find a way to get you outta my head
Don't look my way
There'll be Hell to pay
Don't look my way
There'll be Hell to pay
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