1. |
Sketch One
02:09
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2. |
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Filling the void with flesh,
you're such a fucking mess.
Filling the void with flesh,
you're such a fucking mess.
You're such a fucking mess.
You're such a fucking mess.
You're such a fucking mess.
You're such a fucking mess.
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(I think you did too much LSD...)
Uh oh, it looks like you've lost your mind.
You're going to stay fucked up forever,
and ever,
and ever,
and ever,
and ever,
and ever,
and ever,
and ever,
and ever.
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4. |
White Guilt Parade
02:38
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I saw you marchin' in the white guilt parade.
I saw ya' marchin' in the white guilt parade.
I saw you marchin' in the white guilt parade.
Don'tcha worry, everybody will know.
Don't you worry, they're all gonna' know.
Not to worry, everyone will know
that you're a really good guy.
Such a really good guy.
You're a really good guy.
You're a really good guy.
I saw you marchin' in the white guilt parade.
I saw ya' marchin' in the white guilt parade.
I saw you marchin' in the white guilt parade.
You're a really good guy.
(You're one of the good ones.)
(You're one a' the good ones.)
(You're one of the good ones.)
(Y'er one of the good ones.)
(You're one of the good ones.)
(You're one of the good ones.)
(You're one of the good ones.)
(You're one of the good ones.)
(You're one of the good ones.)
(You're one of the good ones.)
(You are one of the good ones.)
(You're one of the good ones.)
(You're one of the good ones.)
(You're one a' the good ones.)
(You're one of the good ones.)
(You're one of the good ones.)
(You're one of the good ones.)
(You're one of the good ones.)
(You're one of the good ones.)
(You're one of the good ones.)
(You are one of the good ones.)
(You're one of the good ones.)
(You're one of the good ones.)
(Y'er one of the good ones.)
(Y'er one of the good ones.)
(You're one of the good ones.)
(You're one of the good ones.)
(You're one of the good ones.)
(You are one of the good ones.)
(You are one of the good ones.)
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Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds.
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Whose boot wouldn't you lick
ta' get where ya' need ta' get?
Ya' gotta' pay y'er student loans back.
They say jump you ask "How high?"
You'll never have'ta watch anybody die.
Ya' gotta' pay those student loans back.
Ya' gotta' pay those student loans.
You're just doin' y'er job.
Y'er just doin' your job.
Just doin' y'er job.
Just doin' your job.
Just doin' y'er job.
Just doin' your job.
Just doin' y'er job.
You're just doin' your job.
Y'er just doin' y'er job.
Just doin' your job.
Just doin' y'er job.
Just doin' your job.
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7. |
Sketch Two
02:29
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8. |
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Famous.
You're gonna' be famous.
Everyone will know your name.
Famous.
You're gonna' be so famous.
Everybody in the world will know your name.
Famous.
You're gonna' be fuckin' famous.
Everyone will know your name.
Famous.
You're gonna' be famous.
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9. |
Sketch Three
01:14
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10. |
Richard Cory
02:21
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They say that Richard Cory owns
half a' this whole town.
With political connections
to spread his wealth around.
Born into society
a banker's only child.
He had everything a man could want
power, grace, and style.
But I work in his factory
an' I curse the life I'm livin',
I curse my poverty.
I wish that I could be,
oh, I wish that I could be,
I wish that I could be
Richard Cory.
The papers print his picture
almost everywhere he goes.
Richard Cory at the opera.
Richard Cory at a show.
And the rumors of his parties,
and the orgies on his yacht.
Oh, he surely must be happy
with everything he's got.
But I work in his factory
an' I curse the life I'm livin',
I curse my poverty.
I wish that I could be,
oh, I wish that I could be,
I wish that I could be
Richard Cory.
He freely gave to charity.
He had the common touch.
And they were grateful for his patronage,
and they thanked him very much.
So my mind was filled with wonder
when the evening headline read
"Richard Cory went home last night
and put a bullet through his head."
But I work in his factory
an' I curse the life I'm livin',
I curse my poverty.
I wish that I could be,
oh, I wish that I could be,
I wish that I could be
Richard Cory.
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11. |
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Go fuck yourself.
(Go fuck yourself.)
Go fuck yourself.
(Go fuck yourself.)
Go fuck yourself.
(Go fuck yourself.)
Go fuck yourself.
(Go fuck yourself.)
Go fuck yourself.
(Go fuck yourself.)
Go fuck yourself.
(Go fuck yourself.)
Go fuck yourself.
(Go fuck yourself.)
Go fuck yourself.
(Go fuck yourself.)
(Go fuck yourself.)
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12. |
Sketch Four
04:01
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13. |
The Black Pill
05:00
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I'll never fuck you.
Never ever, ever fuck you.
I'll never fuck you.
Never ever, ever fuck you.
I'll never fuck you.
Never ever, ever fuck you.
I'll never fuck you.
Never ever, ever fuck you.
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Discriminate Audio Denver, Colorado
Discriminate Audio is an independent record label based in Denver, Colorado, USA.
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