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Spraying Mantis
05:48
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Spraying mantis ties her hair back with a plastic man. She keeps her eyes hid from the light of day. She likes to keep me in her mantis-zone. Then she tells me that she's not alone...She only likes me for my big strong arms. She saw me in the back room lifting lots of stuff. I saw her creepin’ upstairs to the patio, why? She shot out her pincers and they wrapped around my soul. Fly, fly, fly. Spraying Mantis won't you die die die? You make me sigh. Why? Well I don't know how to cook for a big bug but I know how to make love to you. You took me back home to your house under the bridge and you showed me your spraying mantis kids. And the flies will rise to take me away. Disguised, the bad guys give me a mask. I put it on my face. Who am I? The Spraying Mantis lies on the floor at my feet while I eat the dead dying memories that are killing me. Digesting the pain and shooting out the blame; it's never going to stop until the beast is dropped. When she's sleeping on her face, on her face. When she's dreaming there's nothing to say.
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Wind Man
04:10
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Time to be the beast unwind my brain, reformat everything. Controls to the chaos, there are trolls in the mailbox stealing my letters and shitting on my doorstep. It must have been fun holding the gun, shooting me down and going on the run. Please don't leave me alone. I'm only the God of Wind when my friends are home. I'm in the big boat. The Sturgeon Sea howls across the Beast Coast. Lalalalala. Mine, the wind is mine. Out of the mist into the freezing cold! Riding the waves low the dolphins soar! While in the wake the Sea-Lions roar! "You're not the only one. You're not the only ones..." Out of the mist into the freezing cold! Riding the waves low the dolphins soar! While in the wake the sea lions rooooar! "You're not the only one's to die.” “I didn't think so.” The stupid me howls across the Beast Coast.
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Future Man
04:36
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One day, you won’t see us anymore. Someday we’ll be leaving with a Sunday, banana split’s for you. A tractor will be my ride and I’ll have you sitting on the chair watching as the corn grows up to the sky. Let’s pull them out and put them on the stove. I see you sitting on the floor. Now I forget about the corn, I’m coming down. You better be prepared now baby. Let him outside or else he’ll piss on the floor. Such a fat bulldog! He could win a prize and travel around the world…with you and me by his side; tell me now what could be much better? How about dancing naked in the great outdoors? I’m running taking off my shorts. I’m coming for you baby girl, three, two, one, blast off!
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Knife Hands
05:48
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As one of them the crest is worn on the outside. The badge is black and white, two stripes and then I said goodbye. I did the splits and I kicked from the wall to the other wall. There were no tricks just training from the guys who knew it all. And this is how it used to be. I promised to be the best that I could be. It wasn't hard to say no to fighting in the schoolyard. I could've fought them to stay away. With my knife hands I'd seize the day. You can come in first; you can come in last. Starting slow can be curse or teach you how to laugh. When we went outside it wasn't like it was before. The street signs stayed the same but I'm too scared to walk through the doors. Wasn't this the place I loved? My home, I'm pretty sure it was. Eventually time and space will take it all away from us. And I didn't fight them to stay away. I didn't know that my knife hands weren't here to stay. I never came first; never came in last. Starting slow can be a curse or teach how to laugh. To know how to grow takes some time so take all of the time and put it in your belly. Don't let the Demons take you away. I should've fought them to stay away. With my knife hands I'd save the day. You can be a nurse; I’ll be a giraffe. Living on earth can be a curse or teach you how to laugh.
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Bro-Rock
04:55
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Homeless Bro you have no home. That doesn’t count: it is a bridge. Over a stream that’s not a bathtub, by a rock that’s not a fridge. Homeless Bro you work the fountains stealing other peoples dreams. You sneak into the greasy spoons and fill your pockets full of creams. Ohhhhhhh. Years have passed since your last beard-cut and it’s getting pretty long. We all agree it’s fully epic and you’ll never get a job. Homeless Bro you smell of turkey, is this what you really want? There’s still a key under my flowerpot at the metro stop Rosemont. It’s always there. You can get it anytime that you’d like.
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