Mrtzcmp3
  • None Shall Pass
  • Daylight
  • No Regrets
  • Labor
  • 9-5ers Anthem
  • Save Yourself
  • Flashflood
  • Catacomb Kids
  • Coma
  • Keep Off The Lawn
  • Bring Back Pluto
  • Battery
  • Citronella
  • Fumes
  • Big Bang
  • Zero Dark Thirty
  • The Harbor Is Yours
  • Five Fingers
  • Shovel
  • Boombox
  • Bazooka Tooth
  • No Jumper Cables
  • 39 Thieves
  • No City
  • Easy
  • Gun For The Whole Family
  • Night Light
  • Leisureforce
  • Fast Cars
  • One Brick
  • Float
  • Getaway Car
  • Bent Life
  • ZZZ Top
  • Babies With Guns
  • Super Fluke
  • Cycles To Gehenna
  • Basic Cable
  • Fascination
  • The Yes and the Y'all
  • Breakfast With Blockhead
  • Garbage
  • Oxygen
  • Commencement at the Obedience Academy
  • Frijoles
  • Mars Attacks
  • Forest Crunk
  • Kill The Messenger
  • Skip Town
  • Holy Smokes

Hunters with their dogs and deer rifles
Thousands of them line the pavement
Like patient pupae waiting to become worms

The people are dead, but the money keeps talking keep-keeps-keep-keeps talking
The people are dead, but the money keeps talking, keep
Keeps-keep-keeps talking

Another dark night, teething I'm marking a beast sheep
Like I walk in front of 39 thieves in a 'V'
Smores over warm helvetica brown proper
For the odd God or monster, proper to teleprompter
Wild blue yonder, blue in the face, angel
Blew into the bugles in lieu of the euthanasia
Usually the shooter community chew the corpse
But I see the wolves have already gotten to you and yours
Day of the dead, play the ledge closely
Train a barrel of monkeys to aim at the lowest bogey
Dope the gonzo of what we sold choked socially
Stole the golden fleece with the culture of total nobodies
Earth lies, the divided by fighting tribes
All we do is watch 'em waddle back and forth lighting fires
Detonator, wire cutter, pliers
Two cities enter, one is broken up in tiny tiles
And I won't pose arm in the heart of the lion's throat
For a photographic token of my primordial growth
You parade around and kill, so damn proud
Like a flatline fetish, had his feathers fanned out
War tore the symmetry, skipped into it gingerly
Silk worms ping-pong ministry to ministry
Hell's bells every which way the the wind blow
So I bang my head against any wall you can build, go

Another dark night
Another not-all-right
Another bad ritual
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