1. |
Lucky
03:12
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Woo! I say!
What a perfect day!
Feel the sunny rays
Wouldn't have another way
I say we sail across the sun
Don't let anyone
Set you off astray
And if we kiss the moon goodbye
Maybe you'll decide
To change your wicked ways
Before the sun becomes a star
Let's travel far
All the way to May
Can you find the time to fly?
Fly back to me!
My honey pie
Bring to me
Something you find free
Something good for me
Then I'll finally see
I'm lucky
I'm lucky
I'm lucky
I'm lucky
I'm lucky
I'm lucky
I'm lucky
I'm lucky
Even far away
I know these feelings stay
'Cause I'm lucky
I'm lucky
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2. |
Black Tea Sunrise
03:09
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on the day the flowers did bloom
the sun rose as the sky wept with black tea
the flowers churned and crumbled as the sun turned black
and as golden light spilled from its edges
the children of the forest met their demise
as the world was kissed gently upon the forehead
by the black tea sunrise
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3. |
Kid Voodoo
03:05
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Resident of San Francisco
A Chinatown mite
King of the pigeons
Has lost his sight
But he sees through the birds
Flying in the sky
Looking down at the people
My oh my
What say you?
Kid Voodoo
He says
Kid Voodoo
Call me a pistol
Call me a sailor
Call me an idol
My holy impaler
You wanna know something?
You'll think about it when I drown
Call me an ill-respected nation
Call me insecticide vocation
Call me a stupid son of a bitch
I'm a dog and you're a homeless grunt
If man is a mammal
Then bird is a boy
So wandering the station
is conquering Troy
And the people have a name
A name more than you do
An idol in the sky
Kid Voodoo
Call me a pistol
Call me a sailor
Call me an idol
My holy impaler
You wanna know something?
You'll think about it when I drown
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4. |
Free Dogs Here
02:52
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Woof Woof
Woof Woof
Harps on the grave yet may save your friend dave
The wind is howlin’ at the moon like a loon on cocaine
The night is young like the one who is having no fun
Your granny’s lookin’ from above asking you what have you done?
King Leer on a spear turns the fear into cheer
A path is rollin’ through the woods to sign that says “free dogs here"
Woof woof
Woof woof
Woof woof
Woof woof
Sugar tastes oh so sweet when you're planning deceit
Purchase the brochure from the grocer just don't keep the receipt
Gone down to the pond to recite some Song Wan
Trimming green scents the air from the not distant lawn
Shoot the deer it appears that the fear isn't near
The clown is standing in line with a sign that says "free dogs here"
Woof woof
Woof woof
Woof woof
Woof woof
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5. |
The Traffic Song
01:55
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6. |
A Gnome's Home
03:26
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grunting
Wandering off the beaten path
You’ll find a garden
In this garden you will find
A cobblestone path to a gnome home
In this gnome home you shall hear
Two gnomes stuck in a gnome drone
Flailing their canes in the air
Spilling gnome beer everywhere
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7. |
Cretin's Lament
02:13
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8. |
Surely...
03:31
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Surely
You think I'm crazy
I'm crazy
For your loving
Maybe
We fly together
'Cause baby
I know we got something
The only
Thing that matters
Is holding
Your arms so tender
Now on and on again I think
That we must surely be in sync
And all these feelings blowing out my chest
Surely
We have something
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9. |
Whooping Cough
04:30
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You know, I ain't feeling too well
I got a rasp in my throat
My throat and my lungs
My hands are shaking
My body aches for rest
But I can't get none
Cause I'm sick
I feel oh so very sick that I can't see what's left of me no more
And every time I try to get better, the fits only get worse
Cause I'm sick
I'm sick
And I ain't feeling well
I'm sick
And I ain't feeling well
The rasp, the sweat, the fever in my dreams
Is real
And I want to get away
I'm sick
And I ain't feeling right
I'm sick
I can see the light
Please don't tell my mama
Please don't tell my pa
My head feels like a sauna
My lungs feel like a saw
Please don't tell my baby
Before I feel alright
I know the world will hate me
I can see the light
I'm sick
I'm sick
I'm sick
I'm sick
Please don't show my baby
Please I beg you so
If no one could touch me
Disease would surely go
If no one could touch me
If no one could touch me
AH
OH
AH
OH
I'm sick
EW
ICK
OH
IM SICK
I'm sick
Oh!
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10. |
Robot Sex
05:20
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Stand by for intercourse
Standing by
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11. |
Butts or Boobs (Either)
03:59
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???
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12. |
Bald Boy's Ballad
03:10
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baldboy’s in a pickle that bitch wants to get hitched
fat betsy prays to god and hopes he cries uncle and quits
deep in booze and soaked in wine he finds himself in shit
she thought that they were friends
fat betsy’s locked him in
close to bein’ prisoner got up and packed his bags
tried to sneak out in the night the mean old snoring hag
shot up and knocked him to the ground and threw him in the sack
it weren’t like that
he needed to go back
(jam and solo)
now betsy’s got him tied up on the crossroads Tennessee
the time to take a soul had come the devil she may be
a golden ring to seal the deal a symptom of evil appeal
lord betsy’s got a gun against his head
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13. |
Nasteen the Dream
02:50
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14. |
Uh-Oh
02:25
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15. |
Brussel Sprouts
02:22
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Krudge Austin, Texas
Krudge is a circle of dusty old men hellbent on delivering the most cancerous material to your doorstep similar to a flaming bag of feces. Crank the volume all the way up in order to get the quintessential Krudge experience. Headphones recommended.
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