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First National
02:57
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Just wait across the street and keep the motor running
I'll be back with the money
This shouldn't be too much trouble for me, baby.
I've been casing this joint for weeks.
Put your hands where I can see them and don't be a hero
I don't want to hurt anybody.
But I won't hesitate to put you in an early grave.
Yet you’re the only one who seems to think this is a game
Playing stupid as if it was your saving grace
I’ll pull this trigger if you don’t open up that fuckin’ safe
I have a plan
Put your foot down we gotta get moving, baby.
Things in there got really ugly.
I'll take the wheel and you can get the shotgun ready.
We're gonna have company.
We'll go down in a blaze of blood and balls and glory.
I hoped I’d die a rich man
If we do I’ll be glad to take you with me, baby
We'll live in infamy.
I have a plan
What could go wrong?
What could go wrong?
What could go wrong?
We’re Taking First National!
What could go wrong?
What could go wrong?
What could go wrong?
We’re Taking First National Bank!
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Abort, Abort
02:54
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LUcE2 was grinding through the day's report
Vitals are strong and reading well
All systems up and operational
Touchdown is two weeks overdue
We always knew mankind was doomed to fail
We could have guessed it would be now.
Launch pad Canaveral was my last goodbye.
My oxygen is running out.
And when the missiles started flying
They took the nuclear option
Total annihilation
All systems up and operational
LUcE2 had completed the day's report
SatCom kicked on to guide me home
Red Alert, Red Alert Sequence Abort, Abort.
There is no home to go home to.
No more political posturing
No more of men ruining everything
This is my final transmission
my tin grave floats into oblivion
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Hipster Werewolf
03:22
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I’ve never had a bloodlust in the afternoon
but something inside changes on a full moon
My beard begins to grow
Too cool to go to shows
My flannels out, I start to shout
Now I’ve become a
HIPSTER WEREWOLF!
HIPSTER WEREWOLF!
A metamorphosis to a young adult apocalypse.
HIPSTER WEREWOLF!
I’ve got a taste for flesh tofu just can’t replace
I want to sink my teeth so tight around your waist
But baby I can’t lie
There’s someone else inside
You better pray we fall asleep
Before the clock strikes midnight
HIPSTER WEREWOLF!
HIPSTER WEREWOLF!
I tried to warn you girl, you’re dripping down my jaw
HIPSTER WEREWOLF!
HIPSTER WEREWOLF!
Nobody gives a shit because they think I’m wearing makeup!!
I’m craving PBR
I need gluten free
Skin-tight jeans bustin at the seams
I’m gonna devour the indie scene.
I try to live a normal life
once a month I really come alive
and show the darkest side of me...
HOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWLLLLLLL!!!!
HIPSTER WEREWOLF!
HIPSTER WEREWOLF!
A metamorphosis to a young adult apocalypse.
HIPSTER WEREWOLF!
This party's too lame, whose got the cocaine?
HIPSTER WEREWOLF!
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Breath Fetish
02:59
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I walk behind
Match your pace
I can already smell your breath
and I've never seen your face
Follow you home
Wait outside
I won't come in
until you shut the light
You're lying there
Breathing light
and girl you know that I can
wait here all damn night
'Cause in the morning
Before you wake up
There's something between your lips
and I just can't get enough
You open up and then exhale
I breathe you in
So Thick
and
Stale
(When you exhale)
I need to taste you
I need to feel you
I need to taste
I need to feel your breath
You’re so warm
so unaware
dreaming for hours
never knowing that I’m there
My rolling eyes
The rising sun
let me know that
our time is almost done
One last taste should be enough
One last breath to get me off
(When you exhale)
I need to taste you
I need to feel you
I need to taste
I need to feel your breath
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