THE CONEHEADS LP)

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OUTTA MY CONTROL, CAN'T EAT THINK
FREAKD OUT
NO MIND -- NO TIME
OUTTA MY CONTROL
CAN'T COPE, CAN'T SEE STRAIGHT

OUTTA MY CONTROL, OUTTA MY FACE

YOU THINK YOU CAN LIVE CONSEQUENCE FREE
WHILE SUBJECTING OTHERS TO A LIFE OF VIOLENCE
YOU NEVER LOOK IN THE MIRROR AND ALWAYS SPEAK
ARE YOU AFRAID THAT YOUR LIFE LACKS SUBSTANCE?
YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW WHO THE FUCK I AM, YOU AND YOUR INTERNET SNOOPING CAN BURN IN HELL
YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW WHO THE FUCK YOU ARE YOU PROBABLY THINK I'M SINGING ABOUT SOMEONE ELSE
(IF YOU THINK THAT YOU'RE HELPING YOU'VE GOT ANOTHA THING COMING

AND I'M HOPING THAT THING IS DEATH)

WHY DO YOU SEEM SO EXCITED WHEN I HAVE THE URGE TO SLEEP?
WHY DO YOU SEEM UNDELIGHTED WHEN I'M ON THE EDGE OF MY SEAT?
MY BRAIN FEELS ALIEN AND WARM
MY HANDS ARE COLD N WET

I TOUCHED DOUG'S HEAD TODAY HE SAID I SMELT LIKE SWEAT

YOUR FACE MAKES ME GAG
A FACE LIKE THAT MAKES ME GRAB AN AXE
AND GO HACK HACK HACK
I'M NOT IN DENIAL
YOUR FACE IS TRULY VILE

I WANNA GRAB AN AXE AND GO HACK HACK HACK (can you HACK it?)

Pissed off, Lookin nice
Put Man pot fits just right, puffin out zilch, soaking up light
no purpose here, I just might
I'M A WASTE OF SPACE
NOTHING BREWIN BEHIND MY HEAD
NO PURPOSE, NO PLACE
FULL TIME JUICE BAG
put inna box, don't feel nice
dead dogs, nothin to do
take some pills and i will you (?)

I'MMA WASTE OF SPACE

A STRONG YOUNG MAN IN STEEL TOED SHOES
KNEELS AT THE ALTER OF 1982
THE LORD SENDS HIS MUSIC ABOVE TO BE RECEIVED BY THE FINGERLESS GLOVE
SOCIETY WORSHIPPING MEDIOCRITY, DISGUSTING, DISPLEASES ME AND I WANT IT DEAD
YOU CAN ACT LIKE YOUR SHIT IS RAW BUT RECYCLED RIFFS MAKE SHITTY SONGS

YOU CAN TAKE A WALK TO THE DOC MARTENS STORE AND BANG YOUR SHAVED HEAD UP ON THE BRICK WALL

I'MMA BIG CITY BABY
AND I GOTTA FADE
WHEN I LIVED IN THE CITY, I GOT ALL A'S
NOW I'M IN THE CITY AND I FEIGN DUMB
WHEN I WAX INTELLECTUAL ABOUT SUBURBAN SCUM
I GOT A BIG CITY BABY SHE'S JUST LIKE ME
WE BOTH LISTEN TO THE SMITHS, AIN'T THAT INTERESTING?
WE'RE TOO BIG CITY BABIES DON'T BELIEVE IN LOVE
I'MMA TRUE POST MODERN URBAN TRANSPLANT SCRUB

I'MMA....... BIG CITY BABY

BLACK N WHITE PICTURES OF BLOWN OFF HEADS
NERDS COLLECTING MURDERS ON VHS, IT'S ALREADY SO DEPRESSING
DEALING WITH BAD BREATH SO YOU FETISHIZE TRAGEDY HATRED AND DEATH
NORMALIZE THE KILLINGS THAT YOU SEE TODAY, SMILE AS YOU PERISH AT ALARMING RATES

BIDE TIME PRAYIN FOR THE LORD TO SAVE THE PATHETIC HUMAN RACE FROM IT'S DISMAL STATE

IT'S NOT WHAT'S BEST FOR YOU
BUT THE LAST BREATH FROM YOU WILL BRING SUCH EASE TO ME
KNOWING YOU'VE CEASED TO BREATHE, MY HEAD'S SO FREE

DO AS I PLEASE, DIE!

COME WITH YOU? I'D RATHER BLOW MY NASAL LOAD
FUCK INTO OBLIVION? I'D RATHER STAY HOME
NEVER ENDING HEADACHE, NEVER GOES AWAY
MY REDUNDANT PHRASING NOTHING LEFT TO SAY
ARE YOU PISSED OFF WHEN PISSED ON?

WHY ASK, I'LL JUST TURN MY MIST ON

((((HEY MOM, IT'S ME CAL! HEEEEEEEEEEELP!))))
CRUNCH 1, CRUNCH 2, THESE CHUMPS DON'T HAVE A CLUE
THEY FLOCK, THEY GATHA, THEY WANNA STEAL MY CHEESY SWAGGA
I USED TA BE A CHEESEPUFF...(repeat)
MORE SPUNK, MORE CHEDDA, I GO TO SCHOOL IN STUDS AND LETHA
YOUR FEELINS? YOUR FAULT
YOU GOTTA TAKE ME WITH A GRAIN OF SALT
ALWAYS KNEW ABOUT WHO I WAS BEFORE, KINDA LIKE ME NOW BUT ONLY MUCH MUCH MORE
ONE LOOK AND I KICK YOUR BUTT

A CRUNCHY STIK WITH CHEESY DUST

I LIKE THE WAY THINGS AM
I LIKE THE WAY THINGS AM
I CAN STAY WITH ANY LUCK
AN UNINTERESTING JADED FUCK
I LIKE THE WAY THINGS AM
I LIKE THE WAY THINGS AM
WHEN IT COMES TO ALL GOOD THINGS
I'M THE SOLE AUTHORITY, SO SHOVE IT!

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