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They blamed it on the weed
But since when has weed done bad things?
I can’t think of a god damn thing
It might make you a little bit lazy.
You wouldn’t shut the fuck up
And you were rude to the server Which is inappropriate behavior
There is no excuse
I don’t care I’ve never been rude***
****this lyric gives me anxiety. of course i've been rude. i'm a shitty fucking human. far far far from perfect. BUT the point of this lyric is i always try my best to be patient, understanding, and kind to wait staff no matter what.****
I always tip 20%
Because serving is a hard job to do
I always tip 20%
Because bartending is a thankless job too
The thought of you fills me with despair I guess we’re just not a pair
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Withdrawn
01:59
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Looking at old photos
I see a young man who is happy
Full of strength
I’ve been miserable for quite some time
I quit my job and I stopped
hanging out with all my friends
Would you guess it didn’t help at all?
And I’m trying to be happy
Taking time for the things I like
But that’s the shitty thing about depression
You don’t really like what you like
And I can’t start to mend
Till I fix the fucking mess I am
And I can’t learn to love myself
Till I seek some help
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Braiiins
00:33
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I don’t fucking like anyone
So please just let me be
I like being alone
So please just let me drink
I fantasize about a zombie apocalypse
About every other day
I don’t fucking like you
I can’t wait till you’re zombie* food
*on this recording we say Iggy food. Scotch has a Great Dane who’s name is Zombie. Sometimes we fit in other dog’s names into the song. On this recording we sang about Logan’s tiny pupper.
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At My Best
02:23
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I think I think too much
I’ve overthought every thought I’ve ever thought
I analyze till I’m paralyzed
With a fear that won’t subside
I think I drink too much
These morning headaches are a must
When I drink I feel okay
Blurring these thoughts away
I’ve been stuck in routines
These blistering lonely evenings
So understand I am a mess
This is hardly me at my best
I know I drink too much
This is hardly me at my best
So understand I am a fucking mess
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Wreck
02:20
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Don’t feel like going out today
I’d rather just waste away
Another hallmark of this routine
Of being absolutely nothing
Dug a hole in my couch
Its walls are six feet high with no way out
Yeah, I’m a fucking wreck
I hate my body, I’m sedentary, and a waste of breath
I might go out today
And lay waste to these thoughts I hate
Kill this cancer in my mind
And try, just try, to survive
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When I was in third grade
My teacher told me, she told me to pray
If God forgot about me, I would cease to be
Maybe I’ve been cynical for way to long
But I can’t stop thinking about all that’s wrong
They made me fear for my life
And I think that’s not right
I was young, I was small
I was weak and insecure
They fed me lies
That shook me to my very core
The wolves in sheep’s clothing
Told me that I had to beg
For forgiveness from a God
That I grew to hate
When I was in fourth grade
I decided I believed in nothing
I turned my back on all I knew
I turned my back on all the false truths
Maybe I’ve been cynical for way to long
But I can’t stop thinking about all that’s wrong
They made me fear for my life
And I’ll never forgive their crimes
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Cigarettes and Whiskey
01:49
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I’ve pushed everyone I’ve loved away
I’ve dug myself this early grave
Filled with cigarettes and whiskey
And everything left unsaid
I’ll never be the same again
Been struggling for some time
Been trying to make things fine
Cause of cigarettes and whiskey
And everything left unsaid
I’ll never be the same again
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8. |
Lost
02:40
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The liquor I poured myself the night before
Is more than anyone should endure
I haven’t been healthy with my coping mechanisms
They allow myself to become the victim
The life I lead is in complete excess
Drinking beers and smoking away the stress
I haven’t been the same since my band broke up
Its like my best friend is dead, it really fucks me up
And I’ve lost myself a hundred times before
And I’ve found myself by waking on the floor
These days, these constant pains, the endless disarray
Never seem to fucking fade away
And I know that I can do better
But I know that I can do much worse
Comparisons are the demons that haunt me
Because of them I’ll never be enough
As the blood pours out of my diseased gums
I loathe the years that have yet to come
As the blood mixes with the water in the sink
I can only stare and think
I’m trapped by these walls I’ve built
A prison of my never ending guilt
I hate the man I am
I’ve slaughtered what’s left of this lamb
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Windsor Diets Moorhead, Minnesota
Folk Punk from Moorhead, MN and Fargo, ND
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