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The Car Alarm Song
02:19
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You eat your corn cob and click your key fob
then your car emits a chirp.
You think it’s safe now, but someone stole it.
You’re such a little twerp.
Car alarm, no one’s alarmed.
They ignore it, don’t give a shit.
Now it’s bloopin’ and bleepin’
with an ascending glissando.
A two-note klaxon like someone’s faxin’
from inside a tornado.
Car alarm, no one’s alarmed.
They ignore it, don’t give a shit.
In the hood now, it’s a shit show
—nothin’ but a noise pit.
Bros doing burn outs and donuts,
You’ll never see your car again.
Car alarm, no one’s alarmed.
They ignore it, don’t give a shit.
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2. |
Sun Flower
04:45
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A shy woodland pixie
at the entrance to town.
Beautifully dancin’, psychedelic gown.
Riding on a wave, at one with the sea.
Draw a perfect circle and let it be,
and you will see.
Sun flower, long dresses,
the girl that refreshes.
She’s divine inside.
Press pause and rewind.
Eternally enchantin’, flower plantin’.
Dazzle you a little while
with her pretty smile.
You will never censor her Pez dispenser.
Sonic sorceress, gypsy spirit.
Can you feel it?
Sun flower, long dresses,
the girl that refreshes.
She’s divine inside.
Press pause and rewind.
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3. |
Kelly’s Migraine
05:14
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When she was young, Kelly loved cocaine.
Now all she has is a constant migraine.
Even though she gave her life to the Lord,
she made a U-turn and crashed into a Ford.
Kelly’s migraine, it is a pain.
Going insane, it is the bane
of her existence.
One hot day, Kelly said it was muggy
and her computer was buggy.
She runs every day so she won’t get thick.
She rarely eats now, so she’s always sick.
Kelly’s migraine, it is a pain.
Going insane, it is the bane
of her existence.
Kelly takes naps on her desk at work.
That probably is her only perk.
When her boyfriend wants to have sex,
she shoves him away.
I wonder what’s next?
Kelly’s migraine, it is a pain.
Going insane, it is the bane
of her existence.
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4. |
The Tuning Song
03:18
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This is the Tuning Song,
you cannot sing along.
Don’t tell me I’m wrong.
Just go smoke your bong,
slip into your thong
and watch King Kong
then bang a gong
and play ping pong
until you’re strong.
It won’t be long
until the Tuning Song is a smash hit.
Crank up your little radio,
you know this song is lit.
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5. |
Leaf Blower Man
03:52
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Leaf Blower Man,
you wake me up at the crack of dawn.
Hey man, you didn’t even wait
for me to yawn.
Hey bro, scattering trash to and fro.
Oh no! Nobody knows just where it goes.
Leaf Blower Man, do what you can.
Blow me away as far as you can today.
Leaf Blower Man, scatter trash,
drone out loud.
Hey man, I guess that you
must feel so proud.
Blow a guy, instead of that trash
you blow all day.
Oh my! It’s time for you to go away.
Leaf Blower Man.
Lawn Mower Man.
Jackhammer Man.
Loud Motorcycle Man.
Loud Tail Pipes Man.
Bass Blasting Man.
Get as loud as you can.
You’re a Loudmouth Man.
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6. |
You Haunt Me
03:28
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Like a lifeless tree, you still haunt me.
You wear the blackest black dress
by the darkest sea.
You haunt me. You daunt.
You taunt me on your jaunt.
You’re deep in the woods
in the dead of night.
You sing to the trees, an owl takes flight.
You haunt me. You daunt.
You taunt me on your jaunt.
I stroke your long black hair.
I kiss your pale white face.
You fade like a ghost
from the human race.
You haunt me. You daunt.
You taunt me on your jaunt.
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7. |
New Cage Bliss
04:07
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You watch violence. You eat violence.
A cube inside a cube.
Trapped consciousness.
We made this world a mess.
You think violence. You are violence.
Fight in the octagon.
Trapped consciousness.
Your mind is such a mess.
Religious violence.
State-sponsored violence.
Stop sign emanates
trapped consciousness.
Stuck in that new cage bliss.
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8. |
The Source
05:12
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I am the source. I have the power.
I know the truth every hour.
I’m sovereign. I have the power.
I rule myself every hour.
As above, so below. As within, so without.
All is one. One is all. Have a ball.
This is your soul speakin’.
You are the source. You have the power.
You know the truth every hour.
You’re sovereign. You have the power.
You rule yourself every hour.
As above, so below. As within, so without.
All is one. One is all. Have a ball.
This is your soul speakin’.
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Custom Floor San Diego, California
Custom Floor is a rock band formed in San Diego, California in 1991.
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