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Drive Like Jehu Album



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Gracie, we're makin babies, yea, we're barefoot on the tiles
we make 'em soft and small and tender,
it's the biggest hazard of your gender
gotta hold it by yourself
Gracie, hold yourself together, it's bad now but it gets better
we're all here to help

everything is swollen, everything is swell... everybody's watching

they all wanna see it kick

pleasure is your crime, junior is your punishment
happens all the time, everybody rub it in.

It ain't hard to find fault in any thing you do,
we learned to love the hard way, you're gonna learn it too.

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'A' frames, statuettes, sunset magazine
they're lining up to do their jobs but i swear to god i seen:
bits and guts and pieces hanging from the trees
Stumpy mow the lawn, c'mon, ya gotta bare piece a' ground.
Pour some concrete, buy a sofa, lay yer body down

your kids are fucking in your garbage
they're waiting for your job
got the mouths around your paycheck
got joyticks for your saws.

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You wanna fist, you wanna ride,
go to school so you can hide,
step on the bus be rewarded,
get off last & yer retarded,
last off, last in line,
chameleon doin' fine,

second hand will tick,
pancake batter gettin' thick,
cut my finger on a butter knife,
watch the blood flow down just like
the blood i see on yer hands.

Bloody foot print swollen tongue,
scaly skidmark better run,
bitter swallow get you numb.
What is gold? Silverbullets.

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O' pencil sharp, pencil dull
pencil drag, pencil pull,
gonna pencil poke ya' to the floor
gonna pencil fuck, gonna pencil whore,

o' pencil vulture, pencil dove
pencil kisses, pencil love,
pencil drop, down from above
spittin' pencil bullets pencil slugs...

yeah...

o' pencil now, pencil then
long before ya had a pen,
gonna stab and stick man, gonna pencil gore,
o' pencil get the response, the one he looking for

to erase is of no avail, pointy pencil will prevail,
slippery the pencil slide, swiftly the pencil sail.

C'mon won't ya pencil me...

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Rats, Handfulla silvers, I just wanted to hop your fence, I wanted to wade,
I wanted to wallow, I wanted somebody to rub my neck. Yeah, you should be
happy to see me, be glad that I'm not dead. I tokk your bullet, anyone
notice? Noone was thrilled to see me again. - Dream your dreams, you'll
wanna take them back, nobody gives a f**k about what you see. You split
your last atom, Atom Jack.

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Your 47th birthday cake
is peeing acid on your face,
light a candle
it won't light your fire
many bad things that you'll hate
piling higher on your plate.
If you ain't starving, you ain't satisfied

learn to relax, if it kills you
you had your chance, hold on.
'Cause it's gone

sometimes I'm a mangler,
sometimes I sleep on it
sometimes I'm a hamburger
sometimes I dream of it.

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C'mon over to my house, yea. We'll work on my car.
Just got some more duck tape, I got the parts,

payload, speed boat
wanna come along,
vice grip, guilt trip
don't get me wrong

I can sleep standing up, and still look awake,
for 6 bucks an hour, for 8 hours a day,
where's all my money go an hour after I get paid?
I can get the girl wired but I can't make her stay.

lean down, swing down
don't be too long
vice grip, guilt trip
don't get me wrong

quiet ... when I'm here alone
I need somebody I can talk to, but I think I broke the phone
I said good luck in jail the last time I called home
I need somebody I can talk to, but I think I broke the phone

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Turn
it off
wipe that look off your face.
Turn
it off
look what you done to this place.

yer flawless sense of timing.
you got so many lines

the faucet just keeps on running
water down in style

Turn
it off
Turn
it off

ya know the soft answer
from a thinkin' man,
makes for the softest landing
turn away a whole flock of wrath

but when yer plumbing backs up
you're gonna drink it down
where ya gonna shack up?
Who's yer landlord now?

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Gotta cough, got the sniffles,
saw a doctor, got a match,
got a hammer, got a nail,
gotta casket, got a match,

got a green card, got a hassle,
took a beatin' got a match,
hey man, hey man, hey man, gotta match?

Tell yer ma, tell yer pa, our loves gonna grow,
it's a government building and the hatchet job i know, i know
every single cinderblock they all gonna blow,
tell your ma tell your pa our love's gonna grow.

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