In Dying Times

by The Wetfoot Villains

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released July 2, 2014

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Track Name: The Last Day of Practice
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
Track Name: Road Trippin'
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?
Track Name: Trouble Settling/ Keep Screaming
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
Track Name: Hot Biscuits
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!