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SHIT
PARADE
I left behind the city
for Pulaski, Tennessee
A yokel killed my saint bernard and pinned the crime on me
I found her in a rocking chair, a bullet in her tail
The sheriff looked me up and down, I spent the night in jail
Now I get high on turpentine
'cause I been sorrow-bound
The rebel flags and doggy tags have brought a good boy down
I met a gal called Daisie with an "I-E" not a "Y"
But I married her and buried her before a week went by
January, February, life's
a shit parade
I used to think it varied by domain
Quite contrary, in the prairie, life's a shit parade
I wish I knew before I took that train
[GUITAR]
There's trouble everywhere
you look, you juzz can't shake it down
It comes in different shapes and finery from town to town
So when you lose your confidence, don't blame the place you're in
Because life's a gotdam shit parade no matter where you been
January, February, life's
a shit parade
I used to think it varied by domain
Quite contrary, in the prairie life's a shit parade
I wish I knew before I took that train
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ROBBED
Merrily 'pon the maiden
tide
Where the steam captain lost his eye
There were waves, there were waves
and the old boys did play
reveille on the other side
I been robbed, I been robbed!
Took the corn clean off muh cob!
When I woke, I was broke! I been robbed!
I reclined in muh chur, and I thought no one was thur,
When I woke, I was broke! I been robbed!
I blame muhsef 'cause I
told muhsef that I be darned muhsef if I ever get another one
I'll never get 'nother one I'll never get 'nother one I'll never get 'nother
one again!
It ain't fair, it ain't
fair!
And the cops don't even care!
I stole a gun for the peace it pervides
Spare a dime, spare a dime!
A good job's so hard to find!
Stick 'em up, fill muh cup, I'll be fine
Now I blame society fer
my impropriety and my insobriety
How I turned into 'nother one I turned into 'nother one I turned into 'nother
one
I turned into 'nother one again
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MY REPUTATION
Bow-legged troll wandered
out for a stroll
I was shivering and quivering
My cock skipped a beat as she came down my street
This was everything I prayed for. Thank you, God
I bound her and greased
up my fingertips
eased up her gag and jacked my fist fast up her cunt
There were cob webs that clung to her carved edges
deeply there, much deeper til I'm sprung
Built my whole reputation on rotten thoughts
I went to a priest to confess
or whatever
I met sister Heather. God put us together
My pants were a mess as I lifted her dress
She was blistered there. I kissed her there. She bled
Built my whole reputation on rotten thoughts
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HEY, WILLY?
The catfish slime got in
my hair
But I was too inside-out to care
I stuck my finger in her lake
And wriggled a hundred figure 8's
She's got a lot to swing around
so I've got a lot to think about
Hey willy have you seen
that girl?
Say Willy, have you seen that girl?
She's wide awake with a dirty lake, she could make you straight again Yeah yeah...
My hearing is ultra-sonic,
but don't nobody give a damn. Don't nobody give a damn
Even if they did, my hair growth is hydroponic, but don't nobody give a damn
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SMOKE
I smoke until I'm green.
I like the way my mentholated life has been
Light me up and let my suffering end
I'll smoke until I'm dead. I might as well-- When I'm in hell I'll smoke again
Makes no difference where my ashes land
Never gonna make me quit
As long as I can pay for it
If you want to be my friend
Smoke with me until the end
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
I like the way it feels
to have a pack with every meal if so possessed
I roll them up my sleeve when I'm depressed
My business pants are burnt, my hair is average and I come off cavalier
I get my rugs cleaned every other year
Never gonna make me quit
As long as I can pay for it
If you want to be my friend
Smoke with me until the end
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
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CREEP YOU OUT
Old Saint Stevens slept
here today
He's got money down on the 16-story chapter
Eyes lead, teeth shot, kinda deranged
he put money down on the 16-story chapter
I told you, I know who
Might try to creep you out...
Shouldn't it be easy?
Hair combed sideways, spine
folding up
He lost everything on the 16-story chapter
Intercepting lines from above
Operator, please, put me through to number 666
I told you, I know who
Might try to creep you out...
Shouldn't it be easy?
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DON BROWN MUSEUM
I'm going down to the Don
Brown Museum
I'll sleep in the parking lot
Don will take care of the things that I need but not want
I'm gonna write to the Don
Brown Museum
and give the good book a try
God'll create it and Don'll curate it in time
Mr. Don Brown lets you down
he's a real dull guy
Have a little faith in the scenery. I believe in Don, Don believes in me
Wasted my time at the Don
Brown Museum
I can't recommend the place
Check out the bear trap museum instead
It's okay
Mr. Don Brown lets you down
he's a real dull guy
Have a little faith in the scenery I believe in Don, Don believes in me
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SET THE VCR
Now back in the '20s, when a man could be left alone to ponder complicated dog tricks that weren't invented yet, temptation was an easy thing to get your hands around and gently strangle. But those days are long past, my new friend, and the world keeps cycling on according to the fixed law of gravity from so simple a beginning. Every complicated dog trick has been thunk up and cut up and stuffed inside a jar to remind everybody how pointless self-control really is. I need a public forum.
Set the VCR if you got one
I'm in love with a girl, she's so young
Sleazier, much sleazier I grow
What disease can they pin
on me?
What defect? What malady?
I'm a cold-blood commie, I know juzz what I love
I don't go anywhere but
home
All my dogs have been let go
I'm a cold-blood mother, I dig juzz what I love
Set the VCR if you got one
I'm in love with a girl, she's so young
Sleazier, much sleazier I grow
I can survive on the residue
I can rely on the residue, oh yeah
Set the VCR if you got one
I'm in love with a girl, she's so young
Sleazier, much sleazier I grow