1. |
Grease Fire
03:11
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Let another one by, let someone else try
That stove can clean its own trap
Forget the pilot light, go out for the night
And I don't wanna hear your lips flap
The grease fire don't give no quarter
The grease fire don't care about water
The grease fire gonna burn this place down
Them hogs gonna have their revenge
It don't want a fight, it just want your life
And it sticks so it goes down easy
Grease up your nose, grease 'tween your toes
And all of it scalding hot man
The grease fire don't give no quarter
The grease fire don't care about water
Your little sister's got it figured out
She gonna gonna bust on out of town
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2. |
Unseemly
02:14
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when a tramp asks for change
and I'm forced to oblige
it's unseemly
when the wife starts in crying
in the dead of the night
it's unseemly
when a driver asks me
if I'd like a good time
it's unseemly
when the doctor starts asking
about my insides
it's unseemly
*always an assault on dignity*
when the boy tried to tell me
he's always liked men
it's unseemly
I'm not interested now
nor was I then
it's unseemly
when a colleague starts blubbering
about his infidelity
it's unseemly
my mouth says I care
but my eyes hope he'll leave
it's unseemly
*always an assault on dignity*
when the dealer must haggle
and dance bout his price
when my daughter explains
why she wants my advice
when the wife has to scoop up
what Fifi egests
when senile old Mother
leaves an unspeakable mess
when the bellhop is smiling
fishing for tips
it rises inside me
just back of my lips
I retreat to my study
walnut benign
and sip a good port
'gainst an unseemly time
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3. |
Excuse My Reach
03:43
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Come on inside let me hold the door
Watch your step now, we just cleaned the floor
Here's the menu, let me show you your seats
But you're going to have to excuse my reach
Can I start you off, perhaps with some drinks?
Please take your time, I'll be back in a blink
You must try the special, please, I beseech
The only catch is, you'll need to excuse my reach
I reach in so close you can feel my heat
The tuck of my shirt, the length of my reach
I linger a moment, is it too long?
If it feels so right, how could it be wrong?
I hope you've enjoyed your experience today
If you go online please complete our survey
Would you like dessert? Apple cobbler or peach?
I'll clear up your plates, please excuse my reach
Moist and insistent I gather the check
Glance down discreetly to see what you've left
Abrupt, so eager, you stifle a gasp
I see you'll excuse both my reach and my grasp
It's not an apology, it's a figure of speech
No specific behavior for you to impeach
Honor-bound to the seal and the breach
Innocence, yes, it's a skill I can teach
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4. |
Anus of the Night
03:00
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It ain't 8 o'clock
It ain't 12
There ain't a number that applies (oh well)
It's that time you got those circles on your eyes
The anus, the anus of the night
Dream interrupted
It was goin on so well
Baby's hungry
And who else can she tell?
You drag your leaden ass into the bleary light
The anus, the anus of the night
It ain't 2 o'clock
It ain't 4
It always catch you by surprise (oh no)
It's that feeling you could murder your own wife
The anus, the anus of the night
The dark, the chocolate silky dark
You're on a raft, float slowly through the park
The light caress of a gossamer scarf
Shattered by a piercing car alarm
It ain't 9 o'clock
It ain't 5
It disregards what you have planned (oh my)
It finds your weakness and displays it like a prize
The anus, the anus of the night
Cotton mouth by
Sandy eyes by
Knockin at the door
Stub your toes on toys out in the middle of the floor
The hours crawlin through your withered hobbled mind
The bed is calling but you have to cut the line
The bile thickens to a coat on your insides
The anus, the anus of the night
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5. |
Burgled
01:53
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See there? Just my luck
Blink once, and it's all hauled off in a pickup truck
With a false gold smile and a pretty gaze
Caprice gone wild for her gypsy ways
A treacle piled in an evening gown
A light glaze on a leprous frown
See now? There's my number
Right there, painted in a white light bright as summer
With a paunch and a hunch and cholesterol pills
And a failsafe system to pay the bills
On time, that's hope you can't abandon
That's the opening for Mammon
Yeah yeah, that's my cue
Hear that? An insistent bray from across the room
And here's ten bucks I saved all week
I'm gonna win my girl a big stuffed sheep
And even if it weren't for my dismal aim
And even if it weren't a crooked game
And even if the prize weren't folderol
What gall! What call have you to burgle me?
Burgle me?
Statements down at the precinct now
Take the bus back into town
Shame rest on my pasty brow
Doubt's a thing I won't allow
So tell me how how how how
How you gonna beat what won't compete
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6. |
Nasty Situation
02:17
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It was a nasty situation
It was a gasoline soaked rag
It was a world class conflagration
It was Jupiter in drag
Ahem
Gully cats creep through the dark rubbing flanks against the stones
Grandkids dandled in the night by a fire ringed with bones
The last mastodon dies slow, trumpeting and alone
A spaceship spreading spores arrives, melting through the snow
There was sweaty soaked frustration
There was phlegm upon his hands
There were bad tax implications
There was a hassle and a half
Hmm
Entrails in the topiary feed a flock of birds
Paper cranes soaked in the rain eaten by the worms
Glands exuding Crystal Lite growing into fur
Brigands taking turns delight, celebrate a birth
There was chardonnay in crystal
Placenta in a pan
There were hills bristling with missiles
There was ambergris on tap
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