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let me tell you my story
my name it is corey
and i come from lawrenceton town
me fadder was a sailor
and he had a blue schooner
the mast it was tall as the pines
one fateful night
out went the bow light
and the sea, she was far from empty
the kyle she was steamin
all full of brave seamen
she struck her right 'cross the bow
the keel she was cracked
and the water did smack
not long till the boat capsized
fadder swam for his life
got back to the wife
but life, she was never the same
he took off his soaked vest
went straight to the chest
where the sinful tobaccer was stowed
he lit up da pipe
and smacked the old wife
and that's where it all went wrong
*deedledee*
THE DORYS ARE LANDLOCKED
AND THE CRAB POTS ARE BENT
AND ME FADDER WENT ON TOBACCER
THE RUM HAS GONE SOUR
AND THE BEER HAS GONE FLAT
AND ME FADDER is ON THE TOBACCER
THE DOG FELL THROUGH THE ICE
AND THE NEPHEW'S GOT LICE
AND ME FADDER is ON DA TOBACCER
MUDDER'S CLOTHES FELL OFF THE LINE
AND NOW SHE'S ON TO DA SHINE
ALL BE CAUSE OF MY FADDER'S TOBACCER
the missus next door
she cursed and she swore
all on me fadder's name
he went to the church
the place of his birth
and pissed on his fadder's grave
me fadder's life took a turn for the worse
d'all bid the old skipper leave ho
he said that he wouldn't and believe me he couldn't
for the tobaccer it had a strong hold
it made him a monster, a fiend, a beast cursed
it sent him straight into the ground
and now i'm just here right hard on the beer
cuz fadder's no longer around
THE DORYS ARE EMPTY
AND THE CRAB POTS ARE BURNT
AND THE MAYER IS ON THE TOBACCER
THE SCHOOLS DEY ARE CLOSED
AND NOBODY KNOWS
THAT THE PRIEST E'S ON DA TOBACCER
STORE SHELVES ARE BARREN
AND DA NURSES AREN'T CARIN
FOR THOSE IN TOBACCER'S GRASP
THE CHURCH PUBES ARE EMPTY
AND THE TAVERN IS FULL
ALL BECAUSE OF ME FADDER'S TOBACCER
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2. |
Hockey Fight
01:56
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lace your skates
grab your stick
fuck your gloves
don't need that shit
skatin fast
shoot and pass
ref's not lookin
kick his ass!
punch fuckers from behind
cross checking is not a crime
hit him into the boards with a thud
fans love it, just wanna see blood!
greasy hits
high sticks
bad turnover
coach is pissed
breakaway
watch him fall
tripping call
brawl!
HOCKEYFIGHT
5 for fighting
game misconduct
cherry will have something to say
he sure made that other guy pay
HOCKEYFIGHT
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3. |
Coldshot Man
00:54
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Pictures in my Head
02:52
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sometimes when i'm walkin down the street
i see things from my memories
images appear before my eyes
when i see them it's always by surprise
and i don't know
am i dreamin? am i dead?
and i don't know
about these pictures in my head
other times when i'm lyin in my bed
i see pictures, pictures in my head
thoughts and feelings expressed in dreams
pictures in my head more than it seems
and i don't know
about these pictures in my head
and i don't know
am i dreamin? am i dead?
and i don't know
and no one knows
you can suppose
about these pictures in my head
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5. |
Gravy Byz
01:38
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the dog's in the kitchen
me shoes are on the stove
uncle's round the bend
and nobody knows
we just had dinner
and somethin went awry
everybody's loaded and we don't know why!
when nan wasn't lookin
pop snuck to the stove
took out the rum
from beneath e's coat
up went the bottle
out flowed da rum
poured it in the gravy
and the madness had begun
GRAVY BYZ
dirty cousin phonsey
grows dope out in his shed
sittin in the parlour
out of ee's fuckin head
sneaks to the kitchen
with a brand new plan
all he's gotta do
is get past nan
her big old bowl of savoury
e swaps it with ee's weed
mix it with the breadcrumbs
for a deadly old feed
stuff it in the bird
close her up the back
throw her in the oven
and give the door a smack
SAVOURY BYS
now that the dinner's over
we're all fucked and no one's sober
and we took poor old nan
and locked her in the shed
carrot turnip potato and cabbage
the whole house has been ravaged
spice cake is for desert
what a wicked time!
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a young man browsing the internet one day
gave away his ip address and then was betrayed
perusing the warez downloading his share
bittorrent abhorrent he was caught unawares
a knock on the door, "hands on your head!"
federal agents pushed him to the floor
he was as good as dead
chorus
and for the rest of his life
he would be locked up tight
regretting his mistakes
lived on the edge of a knife
for his virtual crimes he'd do real time
in the pit of his stomach he was feeling sick
his e-motive a quick tv/music/video game fix
"we need a scapegoat" said the fbi
"we're gonna make him roast
we're gonna make him cry"
a full conviction and nothing less
20 counts of piracy
america god bless
chorus
spoken
i have lived a life filled with regret
but downloading six seasons of the sopranos is a fate worse than death
in prison my stolen music will bring me no joy
my future is void, my life destroyed
the video games i played before their offical release
the final nail in my coffin
my victories, defeat.
chorus
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BSTMDE
02:23
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beastmode
etc
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yeah we be rollin
so fast so furious
me n my crew
we're fuckin notorious
known for stealin safes
and winnin races
always come first
no second places
thought i was retired
after that last job
til some sucka started shit
and then the rock called
he said toretto
i need your crew to drive
that's the only way
i'll make it outta this alive
whazzup y'all
the name's o'conner
i want my freedom back
or you can forget about the help i offer
it's on the table
take it or i walk away
ya know ya need me behind the wheel
so there ain't all that much you can say
this mothafucka
ain't like nothin we eva seen before
he's got a full army
but trust we gonna leave him sore
give me 5 minutes
and he'll be runnin scare
it's madness
fuckin vehicular warfare
dunno if ya heard
but they got a tank
these suckas can't be serious
i hope ta fuck they ain't
a highly coordinated
team of drivers
took down a military convoy
no survivors
but they betta
step their game up
i'm roman pearce bitch
and i keep it rough
i'll shoot yo ass
with my fuckin grappling hook
knock your plane over
ya fuckin dirty halfway crook
we've graduated to a
whole new level
man of the law
now dancin with the devil
i'll do anything
to see someone brought to justice
i'm a US marshall
can you tell me where your trust is?
feel like i'm about to burst
out of my skin
in fuckin beastmode
my pure heart burns within
i'll cross an ocean
to cure this disease
you know i like my desert first
so gimmie the damn veggies
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Trumping
02:19
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11. |
ima zubat
01:46
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12. |
Zellers
03:18
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have you ever missed something so much
you thought that you would die?
and have you ever
loved something that couldn't love you back?
well i have
yes i have
i love you zellers
i'm gonna miss you zellers
i have always loved walking down your isles
ever since i was a child
lookin at the deals
i just love the way it makes me feel
love the way it feels
love the way you make me feel (you make me feel good)
i love you zellers
i wanna thank you zellers
february 11
2013
the saddest day i've ever lived
and i'll never, never forget you
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13. |
Broken
02:22
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it's been so long
since sun shined here
pieces are shattered
torn twisted mirror
suffering of death
was not denied
bleak burnt pallace
fixtures of grime
crawling with evil
it's always been
overrun
separate from evil
cannot be done
assassination
condemnation
no torch burning
world of mourning
all look on
gaze of lies
let it set a true example
human race the natural cannibal
human race the natural cannibal
let it set a true example
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14. |
Die lauernde Teufel
04:40
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he's old
decrepit and grey
frozen entombed
instilled with decay
comes down from the hills
by cover of night
seeking children's flesh
the unholy delight
lurking the cobbled streets
the people hide in the dark
hush their mewling babes
his demon eyes glare through the window panes
ancient tyrant of noble blood
his soul the price he paid
centuries brooding in profane crypt
he returns to rule the land
foul unspeakable fiend
that defiles the holy and pure
usurper thief lord of stygian doom
shrieking maidens rot in his tomb
broken ribs explose his empty eart
skin dried, cracked, cold
pale as moonlight
razor teeth pierce his victim's flesh
walk for eternity frozen and alone
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15. |
Thank You
16:36
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