1. |
The Last Day of Practice
03:47
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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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2. |
Road Trippin'
05:04
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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?
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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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4. |
Hot Biscuits
04:17
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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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