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Carl, are you a monolith or a man?
Carl, are you a monolith or a man?
Carl, are you a monolith or a man?
Carl, are you a monolith or a man?
Carl, are you a monolith or a man?
Carl, are you a monolith or a man?
Stand too tall to be proud of anything
Make me turn away when it's your time to sing
It's getting late
Wish your keeper would roll you away
Carl, are you a monolith or a man?
Carl, are you a monolith or a man?
Carl, are you a monolith or a man?
Carl, are you a monolith or a man?
Carl, are you a monolith or a man?
Carl, are you a monolith or a man?
Little rough 'round the edges for the girls
Not much of a looker, but give it a whirl
Just tell her a joke
Or ask if she's got a light for you smoke
Carl, are you a monolith or a man?
Carl, are you a monolith or a man?
Carl, are you a monolith or a man?
Carl, are you a monolith or a man?
Carl, are you a monolith or a man?
Carl, are you a monolith or a man?
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Hit It & Acquit It
02:15
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Don't wanna wash you off of me
Though you think I'm sick
Never thought about it
Get in line for service fees
Beat me with shtick
Just make it quick
All you need is one to thrive
Is anybody in your basement still alive?
Pour me a glass of orange juice
With your windows up
Tell me secrets and stuff
Cut me off a piece of pig skin
Drive me down, no horsin' around
Lights up, goin' down
To repeat some history
Why don't you just let me out?
There's no time for love
When your hand don't fit inside the glove
Start me up with a siren
Through the donut shop
You can't make me stop
Hear the twirl of the Leslie
Good luck is new
We're all counting on you
Touchdown on the ground
Pick up the covers to find your baby sleepin' around
There's no time for love
When your hand don't fit inside the glove
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Getting a grip on my memory's brain
My heart shaking faster than the seasoning
Washed out with the rain
My therapist said at the video store
"There's no use in seeing me anymore"
The dog's barking at the wall
Is nobody really listening?
The churches are gonna fall
Sure he's just a noise to you
But if you lend an ear
He might change your point of view
Feel the drums - are they beating?
All the empty stomachs - are they eating?
Sinking's A-OK
Just cash out the next day
And keep all your good friends away
Your palm's reading my face again
The crack in my nose still leaks
And lets all the sunshine in
Wake me up when I'm put to sleep
And peel those damn shoes off my feet
Feel the drums - are they beating?
All the empty stomachs - are they eating?
Sinking's A-OK
Just pass out the next day
And keep all your good friends away
Getting a grip on my memory's brain
My heart shaking faster than the seasoning
Washed out with the rain
My therapist said at the video store
"There's no use in seeing me anymore"
Feel the drums - are they beating?
All the empty stomachs - are they eating?
Sinking's A-OK
Just cash out the next day
And keep all your good friends away
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Carrots and peas, Ticonderoga number threes
Looking for something at the end of my rope
Wonder how that door caught your foot
And broke your wing at the sight of turning the nob
Gaze to the sky to see what your missing
Wanna get high then huff from the helium
Wanna get by just to see how you fit in?
Tensions rise, but the seasons remain the same
The flames behind your back
Are ready for a snack
From the meal at the end of the road
The visions you had then
Like an old forgotten zen
Take a chance and a pen and a wafer to check for facts
About the meal at the end of road
One of these trees might lead to another
Spreading the seeds like a wildflower traffic jam
Whisper to me all the things you've been hearing
Turn off the lights and scream like the cat got your tongue
Explain to me why you think that you're different
Cause to me all you aliens look the same
Take a bite of the fruit you've been given
Wash it down with a gallon of gasoline
The flames behind your back
Are ready for a snack
From the meal at the end of the road
The visions you had then
Like an old forgotten zen
Take a chance and a pen and a wafer to check for facts
About the meal at the end of road
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Daddy was a Man
03:49
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Daddy was a man who thought he was a girl
Who could change his world?
Mommy wasn't mad as she was sad
So long as she got her pearls
One foot then your brother lounge on this concrete
So long as them potholes don't scrape your knees
Picked his words and sticked with them
Til he bled red and blue
Whisper to the gutters what others scream at you
Jenny was there when you thought she was dead
Leaned on the brick wall
Asking why she had to survive in a world with you
One foot then your brother lounge on this concrete
So long as them potholes don't scrape your knees
Picked his words and sticked with them
Til he bled red and blue
Whisper to the gutters what others scream at you
Daddy was a man who thought he was a girl
Who could change his world?
Mommy wasn't mad as she was sad
So long as she got her pearls
One foot then your brother lounge on this concrete
So long as them potholes don't scrape your knees
Picked his words and sticked with them
Til he bled red and blue
Whisper to the gutters what others scream at you
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Game Over Screen
02:04
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The Paint Splats Dayton, Ohio
An unhealthy blend of power pop melodies that grew up listening to garage rock and the man shouting obscenities from the comfort of a street corner.
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