1. |
Satiate
02:57
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I am not your typical daughter
I cannot swallow your bullshit fodder
Have to time for common decency
Unaware of my delinquency
Have no money for mastication
Just have to settle for masterbation
Can’t stop thinking ‘bout procreation
Just have to settle for masterbation
I am but a woman unbridled
Eyes glow red while sitting at idle
Filled with rage fueled by humanity
All of you drive my insanity
Have no money for mastication
Just have to settle for masterbation
Can’t stop thinking ‘bout procreation
Just have to settle for masterbation
I’m not a model citizen, I’m not a beauty queen
I tell you that you’re full of shit, you tell me in obscene
I’m not the kind of lady to just sit around and pout
If you tell me to shut my mouth then
I’M INCLINED TO SHOUT!
Have no money for mastication
Just have to settle for masterbation
Can’t stop thinking of procreation
Just have to settle for masterbation
Have no money for mastication
Just have to settle for masterbation
Can’t stop thinking ‘bout procreation
Just have to settle for masterbation
So frustrated with my frustration
Just have to settle for
MAS-TER-BA-TION
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2. |
Mrs Robinson Digs Me
02:26
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So here’s to you Mrs. Robinson
No one else could love you like i do, love ya like i do
And what’s that you say, Mrs. Robinson? Am I dreaming, or do you love me too?
Do you love me too?
I watch you from afar, it’s so hard not to stare
When your ankles lead to your calves that lead to your thighs and then to your ass
And I bet you’ve never known what it’s like to be alone with another woman
And I ain’t just another woman!
If you were mine, Mrs. Robinson, I’d make you beg I’d make you scream my name, make you scream my name!
If you were mine, Mrs. Robinson, naked in my bed you’d alway stay, you’d always stay!
I listen when you talk, and I notice when they don’t
Many men are pigs, but i’ll win you over with my feminist approach!
I don’t snore in my sleep,
I leave the seat down when i pee,
You better believe i’ll know what to do when you lemme go down to feed your cat!
Whatever you want Mrs. Robinson, i won’t tell if you don’t want me to, if you don’t want me to
Yes i will stay in this closet as long as it’s the closet in your room, a woo woo woo
When your husband goes to work
And your kids are off to school
I’ll peek over the fence while you sunbathe by the pool
Your skin is tan and glistening,
You know my mouth is watering
I ask if you need anything, you say,
“Sugar would be nice!”
I hop the fence so gracefully
Because i know its neighborly
If it’s sugar that you need from me,
Then it’s sugar you will get!
I know you’re wet, Mrs. Robinson,
And you have yet to step foot in the pool, I’m no fool!
I’m what you want Mrs. Robinson, that dirty little secret you can hide
And I don't mind
No, I don't mind!
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3. |
Soda Jerk
04:27
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I wanna spill your blood between my jaws
But puncture wound gushes nothin’ but soda pop!
You rotten, fat ass, sugartooth baby!
Where you been lately?
I’ll crush your face just like this aluminum!
When they find you they’ll say, “this was all that was left of him”!
You rotten fat ass sugar tooth baby!
Where you been lately?
They dressed us in asbestos!
They gave us glass shard shoes!
They fed us hammers and nails!
We did just what we do.
You took me out to the Waffle Farm
When you wouldn’t let go I CHEWED OF YOUR FUCKING ARM.
Don’t try to follow me honey,
I’ll take your life before i ever take your fucking money.
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4. |
You Don't Think
02:30
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I don’t know what made you think you could get up in my face
Invade my personal space
Because you were very wrong
You’re under the impression that I care what you think
That your shit doesn’t stink
And that's why I sing this song
And when I try to vocalize I just don’t give a damn
I’m just here to drink this beer and be alone
And I can clearly see you’re ego’s bruised
For you are but a man
But I don’t think there's any need to cast a stone
I don’t know what made you think that all your words really cut
Yeah I’m a bitch, I’m a slut
Like your opinion really counts
If you’re goal’s to win me over well then you’re clearly losing
You can’t charm with abuse
Or win me over with your pouts
And then I start to realize you just don’t give a damn
You just patronize and tell me how to be
But you clearly underestimate the woman that I am
You’ll soon learn you should’ve never fucked with me
I don’t know what made you think you could get up in my face
Invade my personal space
Because you were very wrong...
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5. |
My Heart
03:50
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From where i sit
it’s all a fucking bore
Laughter pours in the empty space
And its swallowed up
There’s no blood from stone
My heart is not a home
It’s so jolly just slitting throats and drinking gasoline
My heart is a flower lying on cold grey stone
Stuck to stupid plans
Those noisey limping ghosts
And i don’t feel anything
Or anywhere
My heart is open, like an empty motionless hand
If i shrivel up
I’ll be almost home
No more amused by what i see
No less alone
My heart is a flower lying on cold grey stone
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6. |
Toilet Baby
03:34
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I’m going, I’m going under
I’m going, I’m going
I’m going under
I knew I was forgotten from the moment of conception
I never would have guessed it would have gone in this direction
It feels so warm and cozy in the comfort of your womb!
But now you’ve left me in this place and I am surely doomed
I’m going, I’m going under
I’m going, I’m going
I’m going under
You forgot me
Don’t forget me
Come back, I’ll call you mommy
Do you even know I’m here
DO YOU EVEN CARE?!
I’m going, I’m going under
I’m going, I’m going
I’m going under
You left me in this world full of shit
You gave me life, I didn’t ask for it
You were clearly unprepared when I showed up
But you reap what you sow, and the harvest’s up
And the crops are brown, but it’s no surprise
When the water’s piss and the sun don’t shine
But it’s all I got so I choke it down
So could you end it now and just flush me down
I inherited a sinking ship
With a porcelain crib and a fresh fat lip
From the care you gave, but can you call it care?
I’d rather die down here than grow old out there!
‘Cause I’m going, I’m going under
I’m going, I’m going
I’m going undeeeerrrrr!!!!!
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