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The Nice Way Pt1
05:25
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The Nice Way Pt1
Pin some unsolved capital crime on her;
You tell me which one.
I'll take care of recording her confession.
We'll do it now, save it for later.
Come on, you owe me one.
Hell, blame her for the oceans rising.
The courts go secret next week.
Look at me; I want to do this the nice way.
It's what she wants
This is what she wants
For if she loses her mind
If she loses her mind
She is fine now, and she will be fine for time to come.
That's why it's critical now that we get her confession.
She's totally game, and she guarantees something
Oscar-worthy.
I understand your apprehension; rules are rules.
Why won't the churches give us this one thing?
I swear sometimes the stench of the 20th Century is so thick in here.
That's why we need to charge her with a capital crime.
It's what she wants
This is what she wants
For if she loses her mind
If she loses her mind
So what do you say? You are silent.
It makes me think I'm confused about something I'm not
And I don't like that . . .
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Tweak Your Back
03:19
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Tweak Your Back
What in the world are you doing?
Don't lift that
You'll tweak your back
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Negative Amortization Pt1
Negative Amortization . . .
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The Nice Way Pt2
03:20
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The Nice Way Pt2
It's what she wants . . .
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Chantix Pt3
04:48
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Chantix Pt3
I quit Facebook just a year ago.
It felt too local.
It was a bad medium for me.
Had a couple breakdowns.
Friends made me paranoid.
Not even close to who I used to be
So why they wanna know me?
Don't go out to bars to have beers.
Don't go out to bars to have beers.
When at home, I feel in the clear.
Oh hey, Pfizer
How do you feel?
How do you feel?
Oh hey, Pfizer
That's P-F-I-Z-E-R
O hey, Pfizer
How do you feel?
I am a recluse now, big time, but I didn't used to be.
I was a psych med guinea pig
6 years ago for 3 months or so
I was a psych med guinea pig.
Don't you know? Oh, they made billions
After they slapped a minute's worth of warnings
On its advertisements after it was too late for me.
The time has passed, and panic attacks
And outbursts at work are becoming only memories.
But I quit Facebook just a year ago.
I had a breakdown.
That would be my last breakdown there.
I burnt some bridges . . .
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Chantix Pt4
04:00
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Chantix Pt4
I've burned some bridges, excellent bridges.
I've burned some bridges, like I brought back the pyro days.
They weren't built to understand, just for walking on.
Disassociated from when I used to lounge
By the shores and banks with a different inner-voice
Yelling across the river – across the river
Which was the volume of music
Or the chatter of family and friends.
The volume, the chatter . . .
Bridge over river.
At first, I didn't even realize it was happening
Like I was lighting matches in my dreams.
But I ate the chemicals.
I was eating the chemicals.
I was eating the chemicals
Prescribed by a bridge.
Chemicals prescribed by a bridge
I fucking burned while I sang my song
“351 Pieces of Egg Shell”
Turned out to be an endless supply
Of gasoline for burning bridges
Like I brought back the pyro days
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This Time They Were In Uniform
Those white people are savages
What they did
What they did
Blazing pieces and bodies lie
Echos reverberate with a word I never say.
The Twitter erupts with terrible fans
Fans of the killer
Trolling sadness and outrage
Enflame to enrage
So that Boss Limbaugh says
“I told you so”
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Heretic
04:49
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Heretic
Take your secrets to the grave.
I ventured deep into this cave.
To past events, I was a slave
In the most peculiar ways.
I dug my shovel very fast
Made crevasses I knew that would last
Interacted with those who were aghast at the soil
Was my skin, and the blood was invisible.
I am not righteous at this very moment.
Nope. Not even close.
I'm poking into what is not yet dormant.
I am not righteous at this very moment.
I dug my shovel very fast
Made crevasses I knew that would last.
Here I am breaking new ground
With a tool that's been snapped in half.
The Devil says kill me
Ha ha ha ha ha ha
When I first heard that, I quit remembering dreams.
The Waste Land drove me mad,
Must've been a sublimation.
We would see a sign, red like the blood
Missing from that previous line.
You can laugh at me straight into my face
I'm a heretic, no doubt.
I don't believe in no blind faith.
Only the real one.
Only the real one.
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Wet Dentist Bethlehem
Wet Dentist makes postwave postpunk electro-based music in Bethlehem, PA . ALL FREE downloads. Not for the faint of heart,
nor flat souls & squares.
Wet Dentist is also a member of The Das Kaput (as J. Kaput & Jimmy Kaput), plus We Are In Envelopes, Das Mister, James Frank Jim Frank Jimmy Frank, Spokes (w/Deborah Denise AKA
Ivana Kaput, though we're listed as Xspokes here on bandcamp lol)
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