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Butt Stuff (Demo)
00:46
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My girl she is amazing, and she's a wild lover
But she don't wanna do it, unless I got a rubber.
She says she doesn't need a baby in her gut
So I flipped that bitch over and I put in her butt.
BUTT STUFF X4
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2. |
Punk My Loving (Demo)
02:13
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Close your eyes and I'll kiss you
Tomorrow I'll miss you
Remember I'll always be true
And then while I'm away
I'll write home every day
And I'll send all my loving to you
I'll pretend that I'm kissing
The lips I am missing
And hope that my dreams will come true
And then while I'm away
I'll write home every day
And I'll send all my loving to you
All my loving I will send to you
All my loving, darling I'll be true
All my loving I will send to you
All my loving, darling I'll be true
Close your eyes and I'll kiss you
Tomorrow I'll miss you
Remember I'll always be true
And then while I'm away
I'll write home every day
And I'll send all my loving to you
All my loving I will send to you
All my loving, darling I'll be true
All my loving, all my loving ooh
All my loving I will send to you
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The day I turned 16
My parents said to me,
Better put out some applications boy cuz
Livin’ isn’t free
So I shook some guy’s hand,
His wish was my command,
and I guess he didn’t like me
‘fore I knew it I got canned
I hate my job
I hate my job
I feel a migraine coming on
I hate my job
I hate my job
7-11 was a part-time job
Dancing was her dream,
fulfilled her self-esteem.
She said she always wanted to
be on the silver screen.
She set out with that goal,
to satisfy her soul.
She used to dance for fun,
but now she dances with a pole
She hates her job
she hates her job
She goes home every night and sobs
She hates her job
she hates her job
she sold her soul for this fucking job
His life was on the fields
he thought he’d never yield
but he got hurt and he’d need work
until he fully healed
He found a good career
it should’ve brought him cheer
but he’s not going anywhere
his only solace: beer
He hates his job
he hates his job
forty more years ‘til he gets to stop
He hates his job
he hates his job
he hates his worthless, dead-end job
We hate our jobs
we hate our jobs
Let’s all go start an angry mob
We hate our jobs
we hate our jobs
7-11 was a part-time job
We hate our jobs
we hate our jobs
Let’s all go start an angry mob
We hate our jobs
we hate our jobs
7-11 was a part-time job
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Blue and Red (Demo)
04:13
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I’m in trouble and it ain’t no fun
Cause I killed a man and I’m on the run
I just came to see the show
But he spilled my drink and he had to go
All my breath is turning thin
But I’ll keep on running or they’ll turn me in
I know what I did ain’t right
But if I have to I’ll run all fucking night
I’m in over my head
They called up all the feds
All I see is blue and red
But I’d rather be dead
Right up on my tail
Waiting for me to fail
Ain’t no good end to this tale
And there ain’t no chance for bail
I forgot how far I’ve gone
But on the road I see the crack of dawn
On this old dirt road I go
I can find my way down to Mexico
Hell hounds barking right behind me
I gotsta go where they won’t find me
Running on towards freedom way
Til that shotgun slug went through my leg
I’m in over my head
They called up all the feds
All I see is blue and red
But I’d rather be dead
Right up on my tail
Waiting for me to fail
Ain’t no good end to this tale
And there ain’t no chance for bail
hey x8
I’m in over my head
They called up all the feds
All I see is blue and red
But I’d rather be dead
Right up on my tail
Waiting for me to fail
Ain’t no good end to this tale
And there ain’t no chance for bail
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