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Will begin to scroll up
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So, we at
Commemorative Plates
Invite you to

Fire up our MP3…



And we will provide
your eyes
With something to do

While you listen to

Plasticine Porter’s
Mountain Mini-Opera

(available only here)

They Sent my Daddy
up river

I’m gonna turn my
shit around

You will float

And you will sink

You will space

And you will think

You will right

And you will wrong

And I hope it isn’t long







And Gilligan never got
off of the island

Marsha never, ever found
her place

Opie’s still a child
in Carolina

While Scotty makes
adjustments deep
in Space

In certain circles

I’m proud to be
a Son of a Bitch

But now that bitch is
dead

There ain’t no
Lord above
to fix

Or mend my broken head

I’ve got other fish to fry





Ya better get to steppin’

Ya better get to steppin’

You better go,
‘cause you’re steppin’
all over my heart

Keep it under your hat

Don’t be like me and
spill the beans

Keep it under your hat

Say anything, and
Crash the Scene

When I get scared,
you give me a smile

And I know everything’s
alright

Yeah, everything’s
alright





Thank you, Mr. President

And you don’t know Jack

It’s no disaster

To fall down ass-first

When nobody else
is around

There’s a candle
in your karma

Let it Shine!

Noone saw her leave

The crossroads
of the Galaxy

Talk about Breaking Away!

Call off the party





We’ve seen some shit

Now that’s a fact

I’d we’ve been

Through Hell and back

Where did our plan go,
Baby?

I’ve seen good karma

Go up in smoke

Swallow your pride

Or you may have to choke

Don’t fear where
you’re going

But know where
you’ve been

Learn from mistakes,
where
The darkside begins

No WMD’s you s.o.b.




It’s not so bad

It’s not that I’m lazy

I really don’t care

I’m not singled out

There’s nothing unfair

I’m not picked on
Or tricked
Got no
Stick-
fuckin’-to-itive-ness

I’m just sick
of going there

If I wasn’t a slacker

And I had no room
to slack

I might be down in a hole

Diggin’ coal

Breakin’ my back

Try some slide and a
little bit

Of echo

Keep it pentatonic,

Noone gets confused




Hook me up with that
Jesus Juice

Google my love

My eyes are open
Far and wide
Because of you

So in return for
Android choir
Brutha Billy was in hire
So inspired
To break out some
Homemade Cheer

Let’s get this show
On the road

I wanna reach deep down
Into my heart
Spread love all over
The World

I shall not be Deterred




Urine Love

Retroactive Incarnation

Huzah!

We’ll bomb that bridge
When we find it