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The Way
01:45
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Redletter and bombs away
You couldn’t ask for any finer day
And if you have the guts to hang it up
At least give it a name
Stand up straight because help is on the way
Subzero and self-contained
You wouldn’t have it any other way
20,000 leagues beneath the snow
You tread water okay
Hold your breath because help is on the way
Black border is turning gray
You’re running out of ways to fade away
And if you’re tired of living in this dump
Just throw it away
And hit the beach because it is on the way
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2. |
Dragon Age
03:20
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I’m a rogue but I want to be a ranger
Someday I’ll make it if I find the right book
Beyond the fade there’s a demon in the islands
I’ll find my friends and we’ll get the hell out of here
I’m in love with the witch’s foster daughter
Witch kept a diary and I found it in the tower
I’m pretty good at mixing up the poison
And someday soon I’ll be cooking up a trap
It takes cunning and it takes willpower
My constitution’s doing pretty good
We all got strange and we all got stranger
My mountain dick is just flying in the wind
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3. |
Cucaracha
04:50
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Con las barbas de Carranza
Voy a hacer una toquilla
Pa ponersela al sombrero
De su padre Pancho Villa
La cucaracha
Ya no puede caminar
Porque no tiene
Porque le falta
Marijuana que fumar
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4. |
Ballad of Captain Pepe
04:18
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Many many many years ago lived a fucked up guy that we all know
Wrote a song about it years ago lyrics I half remember here we go
Sunday came and the world blew up this big thing came down and it fucked us up
And the people started screaming
Why do you pick on me go away it’s the ballad of Cap’n Pepe
Further along he just may it’s the motherfucking ballad of Cap’n Pepe
He grabbed the mic and the telephone and the microwave plus the helium
Which he used to make a weapon
Michael Peters is a friend of mine grew up stoned down in the valley of wine
He drove a fucked up bug called the Satanmobile back in the salad days of no big deal
In the show trial in the kangaroo court Pepe makes his case saying it’s too late
Even when it isn’t
In the treehouse he will make his way he will prove himself in the stolen truck
that he means what he is saying
Hi di ho hi di hey it’s the ballad of Cap’n Pepe
Further along he just may it’s the motherfucking ballad of Cap’n Pepe
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5. |
Freedom Archipelago
04:25
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Either the motherfucker stays or I’m on my way to the downs
And if it finds another way you know I’ll be first around
The Arctic Ocean moves like the ice cubes in a drink
Fake banana tree you belong to me and that’s fine
Everything is free
Must have been really free at one time
There’s a great high pressure cell that’s a garbage patch in the sea
Roughly the size of Texas roughly between here and Hawaii
Come on all you high speed drifters to the beachcomber’s dream
For years the duck goes around
Teaching me about the currents and winds
Everything goes down
Don’t forget about rule number one
Pumice from Krakatoa volcanic ash to track the years
Geologic time
Hydrothermic vents produce no rock
Jetsam is the new flotsam
And I don’t know where you get off
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6. |
Old Politician
03:32
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On the desk of the old politician
Lies the list at the end of the mission
You’re the youngest girl in the king’s coalition
Now
“It’s not your fault son,” his voice thin and unsure
It’s far too late to pinpoint your indenture
Wonder why you need such a needless adventure
Now
Living lost with a loss that has bought you
Linger long on the look that I shot you
And grab my throat and just do like they taught you
How
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