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In Dying Times

by The Wetfoot Villains

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I started taking inches Barely creeping ’long Days seemed eternal Tomorrow’d never come When did my steed’s canter, Turn to thunder o’er grass? My life’s a locomotive Careening off the track Toe on the line The abyss hypnotizes Shuffle on ahead or Duck back behind? But a single day remains Might as well be a year Rather than decide I think I’ll have a beer and Lots of sex and drugs Add a pinch of rock n’ roll The perfect recipe For this cloistered world Worshiping Bacchus Channeling his soul With lots of sex and drugs And a pinch of rock n’ roll A break in time Dare to clear my head, Contemplate the future, Pray to pocket the dread? The last day of practice Before life begins for real When apathy reigns There’re no failing ideals Lots of sex and drugs Add a pinch of rock n’ roll The perfect recipe For this cloistered world Worshiping Bacchus Channeling his soul With lots of sex and drugs And a pinch of rock n’ roll Lots of sex and drugs Add a pinch of rock n’ roll The perfect recipe For this cloistered world Worshiping Bacchus Channeling his soul It's the perfect recipe If this was a perfect world
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Prairie dogs dodge Bessie’s thunderin’ wheels Miles of asphalt chewed up every day Gambier to Chicago, St. Louis – too many strip malls Get me off this highway Burning lungs and conversation Whittling the hours away Dead flies cake the windshield A rusty pickup causes delays Back out on the road Far from home Nothing could go wrong Travelin’ for so long Back out on the road Far from home Could mischief tag along, When trippin’ too long? Dawn breaks, the red sun blooms Salacious temptations, whisper my name We’ve made it thus far, might as well Push the limits of the game Sugar melts beneath my tongue We take the stage as the sizzle begins I grab the mic, stare into the light The room’s walls begin to grin Back out on the road Far from home Nothing could go wrong Travelin’ for so long Back out on the road Far from home Could mischief tag along, When trippin’ too long?
3.
What can I do? Try to run away? She’ll always find me Tempt me to play Misfortune is my shadow A partner without fail No escape in darkness From my ever-present tail Trouble settling I can’t resist her kiss Puckered, beck’ning Poisoned ruby lips Trouble spreading It’s creeping through my bones Venom settling Turns my heart to stone Trouble Settling Trouble All my good desires Seem to go awry Even when I compliment They think that I deride Cast as a monster Forced to take the part I’ll become a deranged ox And pull that wretched cart Trouble Settling Perpetual Meddling Trouble Settling Trouble The water washes through my toes It warms my wading feet Suddenly, the skies grow dark Waves swallow up the beach Legs swept out from under Hot water fills my throat I’m drowning in a boiling sea Thrashing to stay afloat Trouble settling I can’t resist her kiss Puckered, beck’ning Poisoned ruby lips Trouble spreading It’s creeping through my bones Venom settling Turns my heart to stone Trouble Settling Perpetual Meddling Trouble Settling Trouble Trouble settling I can’t resist her kiss Puckered, beck’ning Poisoned ruby lips Trouble spreading It’s creeping through my bones Venom settling Turns my heart to stone Trouble Settling Perpetual Meddling Restlessly Dreaming I’ll keep Screaming She’s always been A constant by my side That nightmare companion Feasting on my pride No longer can I take it I’m not willing to abide I must resist and keep Screaming to stay alive
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Hot Biscuits 04:17
Roger, roger, ten-four Norm, here, my handle’s Elsinore The skies are bright, the road is clear Trucking along, use my knees to steer On the way to Albuquerque I’m going to see Flo, at the Road Jerk She's just me type o' lass Pretty, sweet, with a touch of sass Whether with steak and eggs Or just a little bit of jam Flo’s hot biscuits satisfy Even a demanding man Aww schucks, I better settle in It’s a long haul, even with gin I don’t condone drinkin’ and drivin’ But when it comes to biscuits, Flo’s leave me desirin’ My gut rumbles, my piehole drools I rub my ‘stache just like a fool My belt’s too tight, I gotta fight These urges with all my might Whether with steak and eggs Or just a little bit of jam Flo’s hot biscuits satisfy Even a demanding man Last time it took a week To recover, I could not speak My legs could barely work, I say They shook and twitched for days Anything I can do These itches are so damn cruel I try to stop dreaming, but can’t Flo’s hot biscuits make me cream my pants Whether with steak and eggs Or just a little bit of jam Flo’s hot biscuits satisfy Even a demanding man There’s the sign, I’m finally here I park my rig and dash for the rear No, I don’t head inside Not into the diner, do I stride Found the john’s door, I saunter in Where Flo throws off her apron (ape-rah-in) I gorge myself again and again Then go back for more hot biscuit sin Whether with steak and eggs Or just a little bit of jam Flo’s hot biscuits satisfy Even a demanding man Try ’em with sausage gravy Or just a slice of ham Flo’s hot biscuits satisfy The most demanding man That’s me!

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released July 2, 2014

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