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Another Day
03:15
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Stock Ale All Star
02:44
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Moo Moo moustashio on his face.
I can't tell what he's saying at all.
But you can bet shit's in it's place,
In a bucket by the wall.
You can't stop him once he's started.
V.I.P.'s make him retarded (vodka in pints)
He always knows who's been traded,
He read it in Sports Illustrated.
Private school, Haliburton, Toronto maybe, hard to be certain, it's on the wall, your education, the school of Moo, and maturation.
Puff a squinch, pints o' plenty, he'll blacken bowls, but won't have any.
Open the cottage, then shut'er down, he's from the lower east side of town.
His knowledge spans every sport.
Even the Marlies and the Argos.
Little Moo Moo at the Gardens.
I think he hitched a ride with Marko.
Him and Vermette make quite a pair.
I got the plan, you've got the hair.
And Judy is always there,
And buddy boy is unaware.
Baby Tate, smoked my nugs, drank my beers, then said this sucks.
Ate a box of fish, 3 pounds of beef, then took a shit, and fell asleep,
On the clock, naturally, cause uncle Kim, can't fire me.
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Cancer Or Worse
04:11
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Cool People
01:52
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Cool people, cool people, always walk away.
Cool people never wanna talk with me.
I tapped one on the shoulder thinking maybe it'd be nice.
I'm new here and she's cool, so she wants to start a fight.
Fuck the cool people, no they're not okay.
They should have their own disease, we could call it "cool-aids"
I honked and gave a wave, as I was driving by.
Why is it my fault, that you fell off your bike?
Cool as a cuc, you can spot 'em every time.
They're the only ones wearing sunglasses inside.
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Hardly Core
01:26
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Punk Rock Girl
01:11
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Porch Mule
01:50
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This one goes out to friends. New and old, all the ones I've never told,
I accept you and respect you to no end. Will you accept me to, I'm not perfect at all.
Let's start a band, won't you give me a call.
There's lots of things to say, lots of fun fun to play.
It's never too late to start a band. Picks and sticks in the palms of our hands.
It's never too late to start a band. I'd go to all of the shows, fucken rock and roll.
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A's & B's
01:10
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You and Me
02:36
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I wanna live by your side and die in your arms, protect your life with my life from all of lifes harms, they're just feelings and words and empty hellos, we're all just people you know that we know and you know how that goes.
Bert said to Tommy to Sally, who cares? some shit happened blah blah blah you know you weren't there, we're all tired and lazy and sick and that crap, if you're hearing this you're still here, lets talk about that.
We're all dying, just to be a statistic in your book, black listed, all the time that it takes to wait and words we digest 'em. could it be? notes still ringing, loud and clear, still stinging, you're asleep i'm at home, there's no time to be alone.
me and me, and you and you, me and you just driving yeah its all i wanna do, you and you, and me and me, or us and them just singing cause its fun as fun can be.
feeling reborn in the morning, its like a good omen the moment i see you, next time just give me some warning, i'm warming to the fact that this adds up to nothing exactly.
i could be wrong but, you're your own worst critic in your head, what did it? we said it'd never end so what do we do when we're finished, its too much now to think about, i'll sit sing and drink it out, this times best remembered on your own, theres no time to be alone.
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