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Let Me Be Your Woman
01:27
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I wanna be your woman
Let me be your woman
I’ll be your Maude Lebowski
You’ll be my damsel of death
And you’ll fall asleep
While I’m down the street
Isn’t that what you wanted?
Let me be your woman
Let me be your woman
Measure my standards
While I hold you close
And we’ll never start over
You’ll fill the ashtray of my heart
It’s what I’ve always wanted
Love me
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Six shots later
Disgusted with me
I assure you, it wasn’t confidence
I stumbled in a haze
With my hand up my dress
Can’t get a raise
Always the blankest face
I see your love of abstract art
In your bedroom
And you think you don’t deserve this
I’m takin’ off
Takin’ off
Takin’ off
I can’t stand this
Takin’ off
Takin’ off
I’ll hit the fuckin’ road
A lazy neglect of all who I care
The tv’s on, the volume’s down
Gotta love the hum of
death, destruction, decay, decay
But I still got my caffeine
And I’ll lay real low til the end of the week
Like a hummingbird
On spare doses of Prozac
Everything I want
I panic at the thought
That it’s all just made from shit and sand
Clean it up
Clean it up
Clean it up
I got no time
Clean it up
Clean it up
Plug it in and suck it up
I got five quarters for that claw machine
The arcade may be a blaze
but I need to direct this
And Tommy’s got his tailpipe,
Becca’s got her wrists
Patty’s got her pills
I think you get the gist
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3. |
Watership Down
02:23
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4. |
Tailpipe
02:09
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Racing thoughts
Have trained for twelve years
Only to be
Mauled by its own peers
The wait was long but
The wait is over
I can see you
In December
Rotting leaves,
Why do I bother?
The wait was long but
The wait is over
Who needs plans?
I move with great haste
No one was watching
His rusted tailpipe
The wait was long but
The wait is over
The wait was long but
The wait is over
They took my teeth
Yet I feel so light
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5. |
Nasty Bat
03:30
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6. |
Dog Door
02:33
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Well she’s as mean as a needle
Don’t get too close to the heater
She’s like a mean shop keeper
Who’s got an extra gun
She ‘bout six foot four
And she’s a wrecking ball
Now go ahead and kiss her
She brought the bad weather with her
She’s got you comin’ through the dog door
She’s got you comin’ through the dog door
Well pigs get fat
And hogs get slaughtered
You oughtta walk away
Well you can’t but you oughtta
Climb the rickety stairs
She got the long black hair
But don’t sit there
Electricity chair
She’s got you comin’ through the dog door
She’s got you comin’ through the dog door
Pitchfork
Crowbar
Claw hammer
Hot tar
1-2-3-4-5-6-7-CLAW MY EYES OUT
She’s got the ruin in her name
But she can make it rain
She’s like a small town jail
And you’re starvin’ in the belly of a whale
She’s got you comin’ through the dog door
She’s got you comin’ through the dog door
Pitchfork
Crowbar
Claw hammer
Hot tar
1-2-3-4-5-6-7-CLAW MY EYES OUT
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7. |
Wish I Had Your Skin
04:38
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Didn’t take a lifetime
My assumptions were right
“Little brother” couldn’t keep you
Busy that night
I wanna be so thick
One glance’ll bend that ol’ knife
I could bend that ol’ knife
I could bend that ol’ knife
I thought one day I’d live
To reach a hundred and two
But forty-two will have to do
I owe it to you
I’ve pissed so much time away
Just to bond, to share,
To fluff your pillow
Deep in the trenches
Ignored all my wishes
I wish I had your skin
Then you could tear into me
Again and again and again
Let me sing you praise
Congratulations, dear sir
There’s ample thought for me
To get a gym membership
Beat me bloody in a hole
She calls “memory”
She called out to me
In all of my schemes but..
I wish I had your skin
Then you could tear into me
Again and again and again
I wish I had your skin
Then you could tear into me
Again and again and again
I’ll throw you both a party
Tie a knot at your wrists
I’ll give you both a medal
For your tight little lips
But chances are, you can’t create
A medal from shit
You like how that fits?
Oh, you like how that fits?
I wish I had your skin
Then you could tear into me
Again and again and again
I wish I had your skin
Then you could tear into me
Again and again and again
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Glazed
03:40
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When I walk around
I often find that people wave and
Honk their horns at me
In this instance,
I don’t know how to respond
So I just wave back
And as I do this,
I notice someone to
The side of me
Yellin’ something stupid
Or waving their arms like some
Happy idiot
And I see this everyday
I see this everyday
Dull, in any case
I lost the ring
And left the moment at the altar
For eternity
And what’s left of time
Is continually looped and
Lapses into itself
I always looks away
Always look away
Given the chance,
I will stray
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9. |
Is That All There Is?
00:22
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I remember when I was a little girl
Our house caught on fire
And I’ll never forget the look on my father’s face
As he gathered me up in his arms
And raced from the burning building
Out onto the pavement
And as I stood there,
Shivering in my pajamas
And watched the whole world go up in flames
And when it was all over, I said to myself,
“Is that all there is to a fire?”
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Holiest Bones
02:23
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Fingers soft as smoke
Twist around my head
In them, I see infinity
Finally with some form
And in this misty bath, so new..
I burst apart
Sending ripples through the weeks
Lifting my head with a steady bob
Suddenly, my body ignites
I crave winters
That smolder deep to signal smoke
Upon my heart
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Powdered Wig Machine San Antonio, Texas
Powdered Wig Machine is a psychedelic punk band from San Antonio, Texas. Fronted by former cooking show host and maniac Patricia the band deals an enigmatic sound. Elements of art rock, garage rock, jazz, metal, noise rock, classic country, and show tunes are also incorporated into their mélange of sounds. ... more
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