1. |
Wig Game
02:58
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Did I kill the weeds in my soul?
Fumes of anthracite
Odysseys and oddities
Vortex of stimuli
My head says that my heart weeps
A TikTok suicide
Parody versus pastiche
Twin sisters side by side
Train wreck chinny reckon government
Captured the zeitgeist then let it out the bag
There's a turkey in the trapezium
I'm the wisest fool that you have ever known
Death squads in El Salvador
Dress like a mannequin
Set loose all the avant guard dogs
Afternoon Arcadians
Pablo Escobar had hippos
I'm here live, I'm not a cat
Scroll past allegations of genocide
Flaccid artifact
Will I ever make kimchi?
Future ball is drowning
I'm back-combing my life away
Playing devil's advocate for the real devil
First signs of rust or specks of grey
I am not a robot, click here to continue
We are just the stories that we tell ourselves
I am not a robot, click here to continue
We are all products of calculated risks
I am not a robot, click here to continue
Why should all the prizes go to busy, empty men?
I am not a robot, click here to continue
Default position of false equivalence
I am not a robot, click here to continue
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2. |
Taste the Brainbow
03:21
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We're all gonna work on Maggie's botfarm forevermore
You can't see something
That you don't even know the word for
She lives on the side of the fence
Where they are legal aliens
And she says the best Americans are all Canadians
Is there any culture left to counter now?
I'd root out my proprium if I knew what it was
Say hello to your combover future boy
Freedom is ignorance waiting to be conquered
Facile analogies then a bunting deflection
Black holes may merge with the light of a trillion suns
They wrote me off as meritocratic extremism
And now it's the case
That not even Facebook wants my data
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3. |
My Little Crony
03:45
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My little crony
Spewing your thought vomit
Rainbow of chaos
Spending my pound coin sun
My little crony
Pulling strings like number ten
Angry cocaine bear
Sing me your one tooth blues
My little crony
Unrequited self love
My little crony
Always failing upward
Nonsense brain jail
Quit while your behind
Lying flat because they flat out lie
Dogshit princess
Bigoted toothpaste
Crescent of crisps
Meet yourself halfway
Poor man's pizza
Barfing on the Brooklyn Bridge
Rubbernecker life
Bear bag, oil slick
Horsemeat scandal
Lucky little labyrinth
Trousers inside out on the metro train
Amputations will resume
It's not funny because it's true
Renaissance schadenfreude
Satellites for socialites
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Salami Lama
03:45
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You look like something special
But you're just a greedy seagull
That slipped and fell in curry sauce
We're building rocket ships
We're blasting off to space
But we can't even pick up dog shit here on Earth
Man follow man then man get angry
When he see what man do
I'm the international man of finding everything a mystery
Pyromaniacs make good smokescreens
Paleolithic emotions, medieval institutions
Godlike technology
I'm the international man of finding everything a mystery
Toxic loops of hopelessness
Autopilot existence the path of least resistance
I'm an international man
Operation mindfuck
White gibbous moon for pot luck
Appearance is all, substance nothing
Traverse the peaks of fame
Through blizzards of novocaine
Marxist memes for OxyContin teens
I'm the international man of finding everything a mystery
I've been playing poker with excess sunlight
Petty time of suspicion, culture war of attrition
Polarise and/or infantilise
I'm the international man of finding everything a mystery
Art, artifice or artifact
Crypto-fascists live where the elves and munchkins dwell
I'm the international man of finding everything a mystery
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5. |
Common Enemy Comet
04:11
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Common enemy comet, don't cry
Scowling clown, try
You love to trip but you hate to stumble
Glue factory steed riding high
Shoeless ruby sculpting the air
Thousand yard stare
Your monoglot monoclot man
Redacted and devoid of a plan
Give that economy a tickle, keep it moving and laughing
Sardonic tonic, lukewarm fear, fake tan logic will abound
Look, we covered it in tarmac, time vampires in our hands
My cheeks light up like a flashlight fish
Whenever you're around
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Splendid Creatures
03:47
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Criminality means big entertainment dollar
I pay my way now just to live in my head
Somewhat saturnine drift and a big boondoggle
Monster fatberg dilettante critical mass
Medusa's petrifying rictus
All God's children stealthing and ghosting
What was his morning schedule?
Drone bomb a wedding, get coffee with Jerry Seinfeld
The phallus tip of the iceberg
Rearrange your mental furniture
Trapped in a toxic fug
Staircase words leading to nowhere
Your jaded tower of heartbreak
Dogmeat general, he got nothing on you
What's the scale of our indifference?
Art is a lie that tells the truth
This department store museum
Is the stuff that screams are made of
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