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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