1. |
Donkey Fire
02:30
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When I pulled up to the party
I didn't know it was a Donkey Fire
a Donkey Fire
I dressed up nice for this
I didn't know it was a Donkey Fire
a Donkey Fire
I told all my friends
I didn't know it was a Donkey Fire
a Donkey Fire
Oh my god I hate it here :(
Oh my god oh my god
Oh my god I hate it here >:(
Oh my god oh my god oh my god
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2. |
Wizard Party
01:47
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Woo-diddy woo-diddy (etc.)
Wow! Ha ha ha ha
Woo! Ha ha ha ha
Going to a Wizard Party
Bring a robe if you've got one
Going to a Wizard Party
Bring a robe if you've got one
We're gonna shake a dusty broom, uhh-huh
We're gonna freeze the swimming pool
Woo-diddy woo-diddy (etc.)
Wow! Ha ha ha ha
Woo! Ha ha ha ha
Groovin' with the witches and warlocks
Do the Loco-motion!
Dunk your torch in the kindling
Breakin' all the potions
Season is ordained to die, uhh-huh
Sharpen all your rusty knives
Woo-diddy woo-diddy (etc.)
Wow! Ha ha ha ha
Woo! Ha ha ha ha
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3. |
People Get Excited
00:56
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People get excited
People try to hide it
People try to cut off your face
I thought it was just a party
Then they cut off your face
They cut off my face
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4. |
They Cut Off My Face
01:36
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Then they cut off my face
And replaced it with a dog
Not the face of a dog...
They replaced it with a dog
Oh my god
Oh my god
Oh my god
Oh my god
Oh my god
Oh my god
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5. |
In The Cellar
02:53
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Andre Developer knocks your house down,
Puts two in its place
When I got that invitation,
You shoulda seen my face
I brought some wine and I brought some girl
To that old house down the way
Home tours every other week
And those tourists love to pay
There was laughter in the hilltops
And chanting in the trees
My love, she looked up at me
Said "We're never gonna leave."
I'm in the cellar
I'm in the cellar
I'm in the cellar
By your garden grave
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 (etc.)
1, 2, 3, 4, 5 -
I'm in the cellar
I'm in the cellar
I'm in the cellar
By your garden grave
I'm in the cellar
I'm in the cellar
I'm in the cellar
By your garden grave
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6. |
Handrail
03:18
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I was holding
on a handrail...
I'm coming home
Scrape the rat glue
with a crowbar...
I'm coming home
In the painting
of the shotgun...
I'm coming home
Just a midwife
Just a midwife...
I'm coming home
Holy Mother
Holy Mother...
I'm coming home
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7. |
Stay Alive
05:28
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You can dance
You can sing
There's no-one watching
You can do anything
Just stay safe, 'til the storm breaks
You can work
Or get a job
You can pay off your landlord
You can pay off the mob
No they can't evict all of us
Stay alive
Had a dream
Had a fall
I woke up, couldn't remember at all
Pain was gone from the landing
But this dream
That we're in
Has turned a dirty cheek
And there's no option to pretend
Don't run for the exits
Stay alive
Stay alive
Synagogues, Parish halls
There's a light inside
That extends beyond the walls
Keep the faith the winds can't erase
There's a blaze on the cliff
Though we can't feel its warmth,
We can still see it
If we try, we can make it thru the night
Stay alive
Stay alive
Stay alive
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8. |
Forgotten Sentry
04:50
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America is big and I love her
She sent me on a trip around the world
When I got back from 'Nam, had a colostomy bag
And it made things kinda weird
With your mother
God came to me, I was sleepin'
Said to gather the pieces of His flesh
So me and my science friends, we killed everyone we saw
'Cause we knew She had our hearts in Her keeping
Red, white, and blue gas around me
You can't imagine the smell
So we went from house to house
Setting fire to the kids
With the loneliness of one
Forgotten sentry
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9. |
The Baptism
02:31
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J-j-j-j-j-j-j-Jesus
S-s-s-s-s-s-Salvation
F-f-f-f-f-f-Forgiveness
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10. |
Sea of Galilee
02:47
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I went to a party on the Sea of Galilee
Everyone was naked, they were dancin' pure and free
Then the wine ran out, and I got sad
That this night was gonna end,
Then a handsome stranger, with deep blue eyes
Took me by the hand...
Don't make out with Jesus
Jesus gave me Gingivitis
Don't make out with Jesus
Jesus gave me Gingivitis
Thank you, Son of God
Always tried to stand up straight, always tried to do it right
Never thought I'd be face-to-face
With the Way, and the Truth, and the Light
Well he was wearin' sandals, wearin' socks
And his friends all smelled like fish
But then the Heavens opened up,
And He asked me to make a wish...
Don't make out with Jesus
Jesus gave me Gingivitis
Don't make out with Jesus
Jesus gave me Gingivitis
Thank you, Son of God
Ahh, thank you, Son of God
Oh Thank You, Son of God
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11. |
Glam Folk Nazis
04:34
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Remember November, Honey, where were you?
Ugly-crying, drunk, baby, nothing to do
Your heart was so tight, and your tongue was so loose
Force-fed cracker was cookin' up your goose
Militant RB's with the Foie Gras taste
You felt it interior, you felt it in space
'Cause while you were dreaming of a better place
Those Glam Folk Nazis were picking up the pace
(You're singing-)
Oooh, I never thought this could happen to me
To me... everything happens to me
Or a shadow of me
You thought that the heart you had protected so long
Would play at the bells, yeah, with its precious song
But then a black shiver
Along the weird river
The cord it got cut, and the package was delivered
They pew in your churches, they squad in your schools
The soup in the ladle, the thread in the spools
The underground party
Where you're not invited
Those Glam Folk Nazis are getting all excited
(You're singing-)
Oooh, I never thought this could happen to me
To me... everything happens to me
Or a shadow of me
And you wake up in the morning
With that angry red sun shining down
You want to sing in the rodeo
With no-one around
With no-one around
But it's all too hard :(
You spend all your time with people kinda like you
Except that night in jail, and those years in public school
They were watchin' the TV
Smellin' like pee-pee
No hand sanitizer to keep away diseases
The colonoscopy of your ethical strain
Plenty good ideas, but no skin in the game
You got an app for your dreams
And an app for your shame
Those Glam Folk Nazis got an app that isn't tame
(You're singing-)
Oooh, I never thought this could happen to me
To me... everything happens to me
Or a shadow of me
Or a shadow of me
Or a shadow of me
Or a shadow of me
Or a shadow of me
Or a shadow of me
Or a shadow of me
(or a shadow)
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12. |
Your Mama's in Hell
05:27
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I'm so sorry that your mama's in Hell
Guess Atheism didn't work out too well
for her
Some people just get burned
And I'm sorry your mama's in Hell
She gave it her best, she gave it her all
She never believed in Salvation or the Fall
It's sad
And I'm sure you feel real bad
And I'm sorry your mama's in Hell
Some people rise up, some people they stay
Some people gonna dance on your mama's grave
Ok
Some people don't get saved
I'm sorry your mama's in Hell
There's gonna be a party at the end of the world
And every ear will hearken to those trumpets of pearl
I kid
I'm sorry your mom's not invited (she's not invited)
I'm sorry your mama's in Hell
Just so sorry your mama's in Hell
Baby, I'm so sorry your mama's
in
Hell
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