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Smooth Sailing
06:03
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You got what you paid for
A drunk a thief an idiot
And all the joy that comes with it
Young and dumb and bright eyed
Fresh face, fresh mouth, and rudderless
All gas, no breaks, vinegar and piss
You still want it
You put it all on red and jumped the curb
Blood and guts we laugh when we get hurt
It's all smooth sailing, smooth sailing
Take the trash out in the rain and watch
The gutters fill and breach and wash the earth
It's all smooth sailing, smooth sailing
Careful what you wish for
Some cretins and a bag of nerves
A castle full of holes and dirt
Tried to make it perfect
Filled buckets up with shit and then
Smiled as we both stepped into them
You still want it
You put it all on red and jumped the curb
Blood and guts we laugh when we get hurt
It's all smooth sailing, smooth sailing
Take the trash out in the rain and watch
The gutters fill and breach and wash the earth
It's all smooth sailing, smooth sailing
I know what you're made of
You take a lot to put down
Varmints creeping through the window of
My kingdom and crown
Shake rattle roll the carpet
Full of screws full of clowns
Scratching nails and clawing
Screaming at the ceiling
Tetanus lockjaw reeling
Said you want it, got to have it
This piss and shit filled pit of static
It's all smooth sailing, smooth sailing
Make it lovely, put some signs up
Live and laugh and love this fuck up
It's all smooth sailing, smooth sailing
It's all smooth sailing
It's all smooth sailing
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2. |
The Jones
03:49
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Cellophane glasses
Picture book eyes
Stuffed close the ear holes
Nose filled with flies
Say nothing to no one
Jell-o and meatloaf
Drown it in wine
So crisp and relentless
Crumbling smile
Slather your face on
Guzzle your stones
Just keep on keeping up with the Jones
Put it in and pull it out and you'll feel better
Fill your cup swallow it down and you'll feel fine
Paisley prints and daisies in the garden
Mother's little helpers to closet all the corpses
Shine up your grill meat
Pretend you're not alone
Just keep on keeping up with the Jones
Put it in and pull it out and you'll feel better
Fill your cup swallow it down and you'll feel fine
A little something to sleep at night
A Chrysler and satin curtains
Honey will be home shortly
Some lime with his tanqueray
He's had such a long day selling vacuum cleaners, he'll be seething
Put it in and pull it out and you'll feel better
Fill your cup swallow it down and you'll feel fine
Put it in and pull it out and you'll feel better
Fill your cup swallow it down and you'll feel fine
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3. |
Sugar
05:53
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Bury the hatchet where I found it
Right where my arm snapped when I fell
After my friends told me I'm ugly
Carry my liver up the driveway
Squeeze it til' all the juice runs out
Delivery it to my unborn baby
Feel it like a cricket crawled up my cuff and rubbed its legs
Driving me up the wall
It's easier to crush it with a fist you only punish
It's my own damn fault
Slip it down my throat
Dilate and float
Give me all the green ones
And some coke
Fry them up in Szechuan
Cram them down my gullet til I have a stroke
I've got a
Funnel for the filling
A doggy bag that's spilling
Into the backseat of my 1986 Peugeot
It barely goes
Stare at the ceiling while I fidget
Flicking my boogers behind the couch
Thinking of times I said some dumb shit
Take out the trash bag in my boxers
Sit in the shower for awhile
Hoping the steam fills up my empty heart
Feel it like a cricket crawled up my cuff and rubbed its legs
Driving me up the wall
It's easier to crush it with a fist you only punish
It's my own damn fault
Slip it down my throat
Dilate and float
Give me all the green ones
And some coke
Fry them up in Szechuan
Cram them down my gullet til I have a stroke
I've got a
Funnel for the filling
A doggy bag that's spilling
Into the backseat of my 1986 Peugeot
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4. |
Sniff
03:53
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The gas fumes took out legions
The paint chips off the wall
The leaves will turn and you'll hurt in the fall
The dreams return in winter
Come crawling out your bones
The light blinks your eyes this house is not your home
The mind can bend and rupture
The heart can up and burst
The springs will rust and slowly turn to dirt
The lead seeps through the cracks and slowly works it's magic
Loosens up the fillings in your mouth
The reflections bouncing off the mirror are blinding
And it hurts you more than anyone can bare
So you stuff it down a hole and try to find someone who cares
But we've all got our own farts to sniff at midnight
Melted from the asphalt
Plastered by the glue
And everyone's staring at you
The hosts bile drips down constant and relentless slowly creeping through your innards out your mouth
The reflections bouncing off the mirror are blinding
And it hurts you more than anyone can bare
So you stuff it down a hole and try to find someone who cares
But we've all got our own farts to sniff at midnight
Melted from the asphalt
Plastered by the glue
And everyone's staring at you
Rotten from the chemtrails
Scrambled by the nukes
And everyone's staring at you
Agents in the cable
Terror at your door
And everyone's staring at you
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5. |
Worms
05:33
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I don't care about it buddy
I ain't picking up the phone
I've got food for days and a couch to lay
Gonna sit back and watch my belly grow
I'm so busy, so busy, just want you to know
That I've got a blister and some Cheetos
So I ain't picking up the phone
Pick at the lint under my toenails
Check on the worms out in the yard
Watch some grown men get concussed again
Stand up too quick I'm seeing stars
I'm so busy, so busy just want you to know
I've got some real good shit brewing so
I ain't picking up the phone
I see your number calling
I ain't doing a goddamn thing
Didn't want nobody calling didn't want nobody interrupting me
I saw your call, I let it ring, so you don't know that ain't busy
Don't have shit to do but here's the thing
You don't know that I ain't busy
Fresh pots and fish sticks through the day
My teeth and tongue are nicely stained
I'm really busy, it's just so hard to stay awake
I see your number calling
I ain't doing a goddamn thing
Didn't want nobody calling didn't want nobody interrupting me
I saw your call, I let it ring, so you don't know that ain't busy
Don't have shit to do but here's the thing
You don't know that I ain't busy
I'm sitting right here here waiting for the buzzing to end
Oh no I tripped and touched the wrong thing (oh hey man how's it going)
Didn't want to pick up the telephone, can't hear you
Didn't want to, believe me, I pushed the wrong button
Didn't want to, you're talking, still talking, still talking,
Didn't want to pick up the phone
I saw your call, I let it ring, so you don't know that ain't busy
Don't have shit to do but here's the thing
You don't know that I ain't busy
I saw your call, I let it ring, so you don't know that ain't busy
Don't have shit to do but here's the thing
You don't know that I ain't busy
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6. |
Loose Lips
04:28
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Make hate and raise the axes
Nice to finally find your spine
Loose lips sink ships, it happens all the time
I said it cuz it's funny
It's funny cause it's true
Loose lips sink ships, it all depends on you
And I can't stop the bleeding
It never meant that much to me
Some priveledged information
Some comrades in the fray
Loose lips sink ships it happens every day and I can't stop the bleeding
It never meant that much to me
Flapping my gums and gnawing
Don't want to face the consequences of my teeth and tongue
Licked the sun, it's so fun
I can't stop the bleeding, though I'm barely breathing
I can't stop the bleeding, though I'm barely breathing
I can't stop the bleeding, though I'm barely breathing
I can't stop the bleeding
It never meant that much to me
Flapping my gums and gnawing
Don't want to face the consequences of my teeth and tongue
Licked the sun, it's so fun
I can't stop the bleeding, though I'm barely breathing
I can't stop the bleeding
Loose lips they sink ships
Loose lips they sink ships
Loose lips they sink ships
It happens every day
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7. |
Captain's Orders
03:05
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8. |
Salt
04:39
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Hey mister can you help me? I'm hurtin bad
Change clinking out my pockets, a bitter man
Spackle my throne just like you own it, you owned it good
Pouring paint down through the floorboards, salt the wound
Stuff the leper in an old brown paper bag
You're shaking down the wrong tree's burnin from both ends
Did you lose my number? I bet you did
Glazed, squinting through your readers, a bitter man
Spackle your thrown and call the counsel, he'll fix you good
Throwing your weight you ate a mouthful, you ate your foot
Stuff the leper in an old brown paper bag
You're shaking down the wrong tree's burning from both ends
(Mistaking me for someone special)
Tripping on a busted mantle, spewing from both ends
(Mistaking me for someone who cares)
Loosen up your hole
Feed me what you owe
You're shaking down the wrong tree's burning from both ends
(Mistaking me for someone special)
Tripping on a busted mantle, spewing from both ends
(Mistaking me for someone who cares)
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9. |
Cricket
05:55
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Bury the hatchet where I found it
Right where my arm snapped when I fell
After my friends told me I'm ugly
Carry my liver up the driveway
Squeeze it til' all the juice runs out
Delivery it to my unborn baby
Feel it like a cricket crawled up my cuff and rubbed its legs
Driving me up the wall
It's easier to crush it with a fist you only punish
It's my own damn fault
Slip it down my throat
Dilate and float
Give me all the green ones
And some coke
Fry them up in Szechuan
Cram them down my gullet til I have a stroke
I've got a
Funnel for the filling
A doggy bag that's spilling
Into the backseat of my 1986 Peugeot
It barely goes
Stare at the ceiling while I fidget
Flicking my boogers behind the couch
Thinking of times I said some dumb shit
Take out the trash bag in my boxers
Sit in the shower for awhile
Hoping the steam fills up my empty heart
Feel it like a cricket crawled up my cuff and rubbed its legs
Driving me up the wall
It's easier to crush it with a fist you only punish
It's my own damn fault
Slip it down my throat
Dilate and float
Give me all the green ones
And some coke
Fry them up in Szechuan
Cram them down my gullet til I have a stroke
I've got a
Funnel for the filling
A doggy bag that's spilling
Into the backseat of my 1986 Peugeot
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10. |
Doesn't Even Matter
05:53
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Coming down from Ashland
I was coming down from flying
Coming up with something so unreal
That I must be lying
Put it down on paper
Put it down in ink
Change it with the wind, the rising tide
Give it the kitchen sink
Thank god your mama's loaded so we're ok honey
Pack the Benz let's get on the road
Taking nothing but chances
Melodies to open up your third eye's mind
We know all that glitters is gold
Taking it all for granted
'Cause if we don't make it it doesn't even matter at all
My folks they know some people
Some folks we oughta meet
You're looking just like your mothers child
Out there in Joshua Tree
Thank god your mama's loaded so we're ok honey
Pack the Benz let's get on the road
Taking nothing but chances
Melodies to open up your third eye's mind
We know all that glitters is gold
Taking it all for granted
'Cause if we don't make it it doesn't even matter at all
Promised I'm coming back a better man
I couldn't even bear the pain
Knowing that I did something honest, man
It's just easier to steal than start again
Thank god your mama's loaded so we're ok honey
Pack the Benz let's get on the road
Taking nothing but chances
Melodies to open up your third eye's mind
We know all that glitters is gold
Taking it all for granted
'Cause if we don't make it it doesn't even matter
If we don't make it it doesn't even matter at all
And if we don't make it it doesn't even matter
If we don't make it it doesn't even matter at all
'Cause if we don't make it it doesn't even matter
Yeah we don't make it it doesn't even matter at all
'Cause if we don't make it it doesn't even matter
If we don't make it it doesn't even matter at all
Yeah if we don't make it it doesn't even matter
If we don't make it it doesn't even matter at all
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Captain Monk Oakland, California
Captain Monk is the solo project for California's Bay Area native and multi-instrumentalist Jackson Allen.
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