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Got no shame looking up new names
Come on lets play name that object before the object's dead
Won't you name that animal before the animal in your bed
Get the kids to speak
Pick up the tempo
Don't you get tired of the small town limbo?
Tell me the want that you got
It's dying its hair red
dressing up like your best friend looking like a morning zombie haven't had your coffee.
The mutant man swallowed radium
and doesn't get the joke.
This is officer 66 calling in from the fourth floor
where the world ends
Where is Carmen San Diego
Let go, let go, let go.
Bees do it, trees do it, C's do it after B's do it.
Detective leaving all your best notes, your very best notes in a 5 dollar diner
where the ten dollar people refine define themselves
from quotes, they heard it on the radio.
And the new kids tear all the flesh out
pull back the skin from the oranges on sale.
Don't eat that want that you got/ he's dressing himself up
like you best friend.
The Radium man swallowed radium,
never quite gets the joke.
Baby going through the motions,
can you give me something real?
This is officer 66
Guilty as charged.
Now where in the world is Carmen San Diego?
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Welcome back to class bitch
you thought you had graduated to the second grade
you were just the teacher's pet in the pat parade.
Too many bottles of this champagne that we can't pronounce
Too many scripts
All the pupils are dialated, my friends are diet kids.
Mutilated crowns on dejected kicks
roman romances hanging down
Welcome back to class bitch.
All these hating ass kids try to steal your medication
And leave it at the Texaco Station.
Strive for something simple when purity is saved at the door
and now you're selling it for nothing like cocaine and a dog you want some more.
You've got your cellphone like a crucifix around your side
a job lined up and panic attacks
Pull up in my limosine looking so fly
my baby don't believe in falling stars but she believes in shoes and cars
Here have some of the pocket blend
Welcome back to class my friend
take my joke cheap hat
Welcome back to class bitch
All these hating ass kidz try to steal your medication.
Pretty bum with a piece of paper does her dissertation
If the money is the motive then why's it even matter
If the money is the motive then why's it even matter
Thought you had graduated to the second grade
but you were just the teacher's pet in the pat parade,
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The Rainbow in the Bag
02:34
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Johnny Trigger River
03:35
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Maple tree, maple tree who would want you for a friend for a while?
Me and jack and jill, me and jack and jill
went over the hill, took some pills to explore our bodies for a while.
Carved our initials in your side.
Good morning finch good morning finch singing in the leaves/
you got so many to look at.
I'll make a bat
yeah I'll make a bat
to kill the mean dog at the end of the street
and my brother's friends.
Always drunk and that's all they do, at least that much you see.
Lena Maloy, Lena Maloy coming home from college unemployed
the boys are falling leaves.
Some kid died at the pool last week.
Not that much has changed.
Maple tree, maple tree
I could make a crutch from one of your limbs.
But I'd rather hang on to see how long my arms will last.
I've been pulling outlets from the wall/
Disinacting the future from the proton past.
So seeing what you could eat, thinking what you could feel.
I could pull some strings and erect some chords
and hope that I don't bore you.
Maple tree, maple tree, the sun is saying i am getting old.
Go on home, go on home.
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If you thought it was
some invisible childhood friend
If you thought that pain would end
If you thought it was a robot taker over
If you thought it was some lobotomized friend
playing video games
If you thought it was sexuality calling you gay
Don't look further
Welcome to
the menagerie
I hope to god it don't look like me.
If you thought it was games
If you thought it was good
If you thought it was dresses
neucses with old tresses
there's a rock lobster stealing your entree,
Welcome to the menagerie
You understand ,half the things they say.
Even on your clock
you know you gotta shut them up.
Pissing away half your time
chased by the incompetent mob
now where is my coffee cup?
They took?
If you thought it was Lance
coming alive to dance
If you thought it was Elvis Presley
If you thought it was losers from Wesley
Psycho goes his korean.
welcome to the menagerie
hope to god it don't look like me.
Even on your cloud
girl what you talking 'bout
A lobster wants to eat your entree
you can eat at my house tonight.
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Jamey Phoenix Greensboro, North Carolina
Musician based in North Carolina, United States. Draws influences from modern pop and rock formats. Recordings featured on here are bare bones approach to experimental minimalism. You might enojoy this if you like Beck, Pavement, or low-fi Dinosaurs.
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