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I Hate People
02:24
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I hate people, I've never liked them much
and I wish they'd just let me be.
I hate people and their stupidity,
sometimes I wish they'd die and I could be free
A stupid person is a dime-a-dozen
and the baker made extra for free.
You can dress them up and give them a job.
Is that what we really need?
They control us
They push the buttons
They brainwash us
They have control of us
Stupid people are in control of the free
and the free are in prison.
All we have left is the freedom of speech
and censorship is the law.
They control us
They push the buttons
They brainwash us
They have control of us
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Sin
02:47
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And I never need your sin, oh no.
It makes me cry within, my soul.
It's burning down my very love for you.
Why do you have to be so cruel?
And I never need your hate, oh no.
I don't think I'll feel the same, no more.
And I never needed my heart so broken.
I'll remember all the words, you had spoken.
It's burning down my very love for you.
Why do you have to be so cruel?
'cause I love you.
I love you.
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Mr. Creepy
04:20
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Mr. Creepy
If you want to meet me
come out of shadows
I'm gettin' sleepy
a little loopy
I've gone and drank myself insane
Mr. Spooky
you're kinda kooky
you've gone and made a monster out of me
You're such a floozy
go ahead an tease me
we'll go and wreck ourselves some more
You're such a doozy
Go ahead and lose me
I'll go and fuck myself up some more
and now you know me
I'm kind of lonely
the perfect target for your marketing campaign
You see the pain that you cause me
no more
no more
no more again
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Beer Bitch
03:22
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Beer bitch by the beach sucking like a leach on a bottle of sin.
Rotting out her teeth for several weeks on her whiskey and gin.
Drink down the headache.
You're such a headache.
Beer bitch by the butch bitch watching hockey on T.V.
Drinking down the cold brew that they sold you conveniently.
Drink down the headache
You're such a headache
Drowning in blood,
throwing up gold.
You lost your head,
and lost control.
Drink down the headache.
You're such a headache.
Beer bitch with the crotch itch thinks the world is a son of a bitch.
Steer bitch, you're a drunk bitch. You're gonna crash into the ditch.
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Cheat
01:29
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You're a cheat.
You better believe
I'll never let you tread on me again
You're destructive,
you're disruptive,
you're the embodiment of all my sadness.
You're a fake,
and you're a liar.
You're a whore, and the undertaker of my heart.
You're destructive,
you're disruptive,
you're the embodiment of all my sadness.
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Heaven
03:42
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Wash away the feelings you had (That's what you do),
if you had any at all.
Make friends with the darkness at hand (That's what you do),
and you don't need no one at all.
and you never needed heaven
and you never needed love
and you'll never get to heaven
you never believed at all
Independent is what you are and what you believe is you.
I can't see why you're so far, how did you stray from the truth?
Wrap your games up and put them in a box.
Lose them forever and now you are no one.
and you never needed heaven
and you never needed love
and you never need eleven
eleven's not enough
I wish I had forgotten everything with you, but I can't forget you.
I wish I had forgiven everything with you, but I can't forgive you.
and you never needed heaven
and you never needed love
and you never needed seven
and you never had enough
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Nineteen
02:44
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These bones are dragging bare,
and you don't even care.
And I am old but young.
Nineteen years are tagging on.
I'm still falling down.
I've never even left the ground.
So I am letting go
of everything I used to know.
I'm broke and I have no cash.
I'm going nowhere fast.
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James Monte Minneapolis, Minnesota
I make music for fun. I try and not take it too seriously. I like Alt-Rock, Grunge and Folk music. I used to play a lot of metal music, but now I'm old and tired from working for the man.
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