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Officially Jon Smear
02:49
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Well you're softly crying in the front seat, me in the back
Stop the car now, pull over there
There’s a security guard, he's telling us to move
This is not a parking space, no not even for your
Now we're high fiving and talking it out
It’s nothing to feel bad about
It happens to everyone just be glad
You were you with me
Sometimes I feel like a
Pillow to scream in
Your drum to beat and
Your dry wall to punch
Your haberdasher
Your only bastard
Your waiter to yell at at brunch
Cuz I'm not afraid of anyone
Except all the people I know
I make fun of the actors in the program
At your show
Cuz I’m your
Pillow to scream in
Your drum to beat and
Your dry wall to punch
Your haberdasher
Your only bastard
Your waiter to yell at at brunch
When we hang we just sit and stare
You could fry an egg on the awkward air
I wanna go home, I don't like you, and I have nothing to say
Next we're high fiving and talking it out
It's nothing to feel bad about
It happens to everyone just be glad
You were with me
I'm trying to better myself, let people know I'm through
That's what my smarter friends say to do
I’m gonna trim the fat, get divorced
Quit acting like a kid
I'm pleased to announce I'm
Officially Jon Bunting
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2. |
Horrible Rabbit Hole
03:43
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I fell into a horrible rabbit hole
Of watching people die
Sitting in front of my computer screen
With my hand over my eyes
Car crashes, deep gashes
Welding accidents and beheadings
Dead links, Live leak
World Star, guilty
Fell into a horrible rabbit hole
Of watching people die
I fell into a horrible rabbit hole
Of watching people die online
I started off anxious
Now I’m desensitized
Who are these videos for? Why are these hosted?
Who watches, these gruesome deaths
I'm disgusted but more morbidly curious
I fell into a horrible rabbit hole
Of watching people die
I wish I could say, my out looked changed
And I felt thankful to be alive
It was just, some cheap fun
A shock factor buzz
I fell into a horrible rabbit hole
Of watching people die
I think that i could be a content mod
For a social media guy
Tree wells, killed by the fall
Choking to death, in the dining hall
Security camera catching suicide
A fire at a wedding, where everyone dies
I fell into a horrible rabbit hole
Of watching people die
I did not think anything deep or profound
I closed my laptop and looked at the ground
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3. |
Stay in The Dark
03:06
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I use you as a nasal spray
You did drugs now you lecture me
Everytime I drive under the blimp where you live
I remember running out the room, hopping the fence
I I had to go home to take my homeostasis pills
By the time I arrived I could not stop screaming
I'd rather just stay in the dark
Because dead men tell no tales
I'm playing with veins on my arm
Plucking veins like my wrist is a harp
I want you to leave my room
I'm not gonna have an epiphany
When every Zach braff film comes real
What would you make for me?
You think I give a fuck what songs you have sang?
I want to dig my head in the ground
I'd rather just gone in the dark
Cuz dead men tell no tales
I'm playing with veins on my arm
Plucking them like my wrist is a harp
I'm playing with veins on my arm
Plucking them like my wrist is a harp
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Mary Louise Kelly
03:07
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Mary Louise Kelly lives inside your dorm
Mary Louise Kelly lives inside your dorm
Mary Louise Kelly lives inside your dorm
Somewhere in the radio
Mary Louise Kelly slammed a door
Mary Lousie Kelly Burt a bridge
Mary Lousie Kelly hates her floor
She wants new roommates
They call me Mary Louise Kelly
They call me that
Behind my back
Mary Louise Kelly was a lawyer from japan
She took the bar exam remotely
At burning man
Mary Louise Kelly quit doing drugs
Not even caffeine
I saw you in the psych ward again last month
They had a bed waiting for me
The nurse next door remembered my name
And Mary Louise Kelly was a there
Mary Louise Kelly I'm a dying breed
Mary Louise Kelly I'm a endangered species
Mary Louise Kelly I'm all you need
I own a farm
Mary Louise Kelly is in the western frontier
Mary Louise Kelly is hanging herself with an eel
Mary Louise Kelly knows how you feel
She is just like you were
They call me Mary Louise Kelly
They call me that
Behind my back
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Paul
03:38
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Paul Redwine, he lived on a Farm
Never saw the city till he cut of his arm
Corn picker was jammed, the machine was still on
Reached in, Ripped off, blood on the barn
The rest of his family gone
Paul never knew how to drive a car
But he knew he had minutes, and the hospital was far
The tools at the local clinic would not do the job
Needed to head to city, 100 miles from the farm
Maybe they could put the thing back on
Wrapped his stump in some sheets from his bed
Took off on foot, could hardly lift his head
Two miles in he accepted his death
Sobbing, alone, on the empty road he bleed
Before he let go, he was picked by a good samaritan
Chris drove the car, a tight end from the high
I don’t know how to get to the city, I just learned how to drive
Chris called his dad who called another guy
Paul, stay with us open your eyes
We’re gonna take you on a helicopter ride
Chris, his dad, a football friend
Paul, and the pilot, met up and bordered
Paul was puking blood, and covered in sweat
The copper, pulled up, the motley quintet
Took off into the sky, held their breath
Paul was barely conscious, but he could hear the cheering
Look straight ahead , I can see the buildings
Our journey to the city, it must be nearing
Shit, I have a good feeling
The hospital had a helipad, and a doctor waiting
Paul passed out, the rest of their heads racing
The men looked at each other and started to sing
Hallelujah, were gonna make it
Then they smashed in the side of the building
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Making fun of people in line for things they care about
Look at how dumb they look
Won’t wait, Won’t cut, Won’t pay someone to stand for me
You’ll never see my body In a line
They are comforted, by other signs
Believe the cold texts when they say they’re fine
Making fun of people in line for things they care about
Look at how dumb they look
Won’t wait, Won’t cut, Won’t pay someone to stand for me
You’ll never see my body In a line
I don’t call these days because it seems you’re always in line
I don’t record the past few doors I’m behind
I saw you running fast to a trend bar outside
Imagine throwing your life away to stand in a line
Making fun of people in line for things they care about
Look at how dumb they look
Won’t wait, Won’t cut, Won’t pay someone to stand for me
You’ll never see my body In a line
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