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Revenge of Disco Stu
02:55
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Where have you been?
Crawled in my skin, and I can’t shake it out
Worms in my head
Shut up!
Shut up!
Shut up!
Someone’s gotta put me down!
Would you stay for a cup of tea?
Before leaving with every piece
Of the person that used to be me
Now I don’t want
Any kinda trouble but
If you’ve got
It then make it double, yeah
There’s no doubt
That I’m gettin’ bored
My regular moves
Starting to feel so out of tune
I’m just tryin’ my best
To shake off the dust, come back from death
Called all my friends!
Fooled myself then, but it’s been workin' out
Fool’s gold she said
Fuck up!
Fuck up!
Fuck up!
All that I be hearin’ now!
Would you stay for a cup of tea?
We carry a variety
Earl grey or green?
Now I don’t want
Any kinda trouble but
If you’ve got
It then make it double, yeah
There’s no doubt
That I’m gettin’ bored
My regular moves
Starting to feel so out of tune
I’m just tryin’ my best
To shake off the dust, come back from death
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2. |
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Well I drive up
Make my way out through the snow
Push through
Gotta make it to the show
No sweat
I know just what way to go
Left, left
Yeaah—
Fuck, I turned right
I'll make it this time for sure
But I don’t know what might be in store
And it gets so hard
To let it out outright
To feel okay at night
And I fall
Back into the snow
I go and miss all
The turns I know to go
I feel
Like a fool when I go slow
Turn now?
I’d rather sit and wallow
Ooooh
I thought
But clearly maybe not
I got caught
In the rope while tyin’ knots
I got a lotta voices
Buyin’ real estate on choices
That I make
Then disown
This is my house
Go get your own
I'll make it this time for sure
But I don’t know what might be in store
Fuck
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Wasted and lost
Let ‘em pour in
Like thoughts and gin
I feel so empty
Pushed against the wall-
-owing in foolishness
The eulogist
Said all my shit
Was way too discursive
Fuck it, get tossed
Back in the bin
And flaws, built in
No longer clutch you
Thriving in the moment is now
Do or die
I’d never lie
And if I try
It’d never be worth it
Oh no
Oh no
Oh no
So rip me
Up with your vapors
I’m sorry
That I survive
Alive in your throat
Where your words always catching
Fry 'em up like catfish
Cause I eat fine
But you know I can’t get along without you here
So come on cause I can’t get off
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4. |
troublesong.
03:30
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Hey, forgot to say
You don’t look so great
Trapped in a closet with all
Your own vomit
Looks unpleasant
Bless this curse
And hold
On the phone, ya know
Scared what I’ll see
Every time I don’t blink
I can’t think
I can’t speak
I can’t say more
Who would want to play
With somethin’ clean as fate
Stealin’ a reason to live out
Of season
Might be failin’
Lest this caper
Unfold
With no pot of gold
Scared what I’ll see
Every time I don’t blink
I can’t think
I can’t speak
I can’t say more
Save my soul
I feel like I’ve got control
Of nothin
I’m feelin’
A bleedin’ hole
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Troublesome Grand Rapids, Michigan
Five dudes who make music to stave off a witch's curse.
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