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Jason Is the Future
01:56
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(R. Werner)
Jason
You got an echo in your brain
You're no Cliff
But I really wish you were here anyway
Wild horses dragged you away
Maybe you're angry, but you're no saint
You're no saint
You, you are the future
And they're the fucking past
They're the fucking past
You, you are the future
Don't ever ever ever delete that
Master, master
Where the dreams that I've been after
Master, master
You promised only lies
You, you are the future
And they're the fucking past
They're the fucking past
You, you are the future
Don't ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever delete that
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I'll Crash This Car
02:47
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(R. Werner/G. Werner)
I'll crash this car if I hear one more fucking word about Ric Flair
If I hear one more little peep about
the gear you heard that Micah got, or Patrick scored for $20
"It's just not fair," but I don't care
I'll crash this car
Friday night
Dressed to kill
I say I won't but you know I will
Breathing deep
Driving slow
Nothing to see out either window
I don't know what I was going to say
Because the TV is blasting radio waves
And it's so goddamn loud that i can't apologize
So I'll just crash this car and hope we both die
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Chemical Warfare
02:55
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(G. Werner/R. Werner)
Dishes are piling up and
The laundry, too
Made plans to get better
But they all fall through
I ate popcorn for breakfast
And for lunch
Hug me, hold me
I'm just so much fun
Please don't talk to me
I feel threadbare
You can't take me anywhere
I wish I were anywhere
But here
I got home sad and laid in
In bed all day
I'm a 25 year old
Teenage cliche
Please don't talk to me
I feel threadbare
You can't take me anywhere
I wish I were anywhere
Please don't talk to me
Cuz' I don't care
Blow me off with Slayer in your room
"Chemical Warfare"
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(G. Werner)
Smoke out front, the party's over
You take my hand, I'm a pushover
I am gonna be hungover
Phone's exploding "Mom" on repeat
We throw our clothes up in the front seat
But I know you're a goddamn cheat
Smoke out front, the party's over
You take my hand, I'm a pushover
I am gonna be hungover
Bad people with good tattoos
We're bad people with good tattoos
Bad people with good tattoos
We're bad people
We're bad people
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Eightball
04:01
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(G. Werner/ R. Werner)
I'm smoking cigarettes
Instead of everything else
and I broke a glass today
A tribute to my health
Time's healed a wound or two
The rest will just have to make due
I've heard that time moves on
But bygones are never quite gone
I lost my one phone call
But you never missed me at all
And I'm feeling really small
Shaking up my eightball
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(G. Werner/R. Werner)
I'm sick of your shampoo
The smell of apple-pear is voodoo
And you look like such a tool with that bouquet
Whatever, man, just leave it that way
You said you'd be right back
Left a cig in the ask tray
You kick me in your sleep
And you're so fucking cheap
And I'm sorry that I puked in the driveway
But I told you that I'd meet you halfway
Now go and get in the jeep
You forgot my birthday!
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(G. Werner)
The boys were driving their Japanese cars
In gears too high or low
Unsure of which sounded cooler
With the girls in passenger and backseats
Led Zeppelin played, anything but II
As we drove on a trail meant for deer
To a clearing where someone built a fire
And we're all going to die from vodka
Emily was there with the headlights pointing in
Before her dad got cancer
We look like a gaggle of geese
But we feel like a murder of crows
And we do this, yeah we do this
Cuz something
God, something should feel like danger
Something
Something should feel like danger
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