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Coronaballad
03:02
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lotta people scared in these uncertain times
lotta people asking pleading questions why
that a loving god would bring this plague to us
as they tie their nooses singing Jesus, God we trust
COVID-19, COVID-19, what does it mean?
all the careless Evangelicals want to break the quarantine
all the preachers preaching punishment for the queers and the drag queens
as they ride their gilded limousines, to the megachurch, know what I mean?
yesterday I went onto the Internet
and I saw some things that made me mad, you bet!
Donald Trump selling face masks to highest bid
that were given to our people as a gift!
COVID-19, COVID-19, what does it mean?
all the careless Evangelicals want to break the quarantine
all the preachers preaching punishment for the queers and the drag queens
as they ride their gilded limousine, to the megachurch, know what I mean?
well it looks like we'll be hiding out a while
but it doesn't equal despair or exile!
help your neighbor cause you never know when you'll need help yourself
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and for Fuck's sake, please quit hoarding all the wealth!
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Smoking Song
04:56
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well I had just bout enough of cigarettes
only mean I smoke, I don't mean no disrespect
when I say that I am tied, don't tear me down
for I think that I am doing this alone
no disrespect, Marlboro select
it's time that you went in the bin
that's just bout all, Pall Mall menthol
guess I'll stick to alcohol
and the snus will kill you too, says on the tin!
every day I wake, ???? shoes and step outside
light a smoke, consider going for a drive
to nowhere in particular I feel that I have come
thinking ahea---
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thinking ahead, scout out for my forest home
I thought I'd blow Joe Camel's toe
as I lit that bitch on fire!
the Winston man, he simply can
just resort to cheap beer cans
and the chaw will kill you quicker than blown tires
as I race down Adams Street fresh towards my doom
I can't help--
I can't help--
I can't help but think the end is coming soon
to my friends in pig lockdown, you have my heart
the game was rigged right out the gate, you know right from the start...
the ship has sailed from Newport bay, ultra slims have gone away
deep in my lungs I feel it come
spreading--- out like fresh pond scum
and cigars will make your tongue not wanna stay
yes I know deep in my heart, I will return
for the death kiss of tobacco still I yearn
but the ???? here is non-negotiable
manage risk if you feel like it, otherwise, it's time to go!
welcome again, a trusty friend
on your terpines I ascend
and if you leave tar in my lungs
that's okay, I still see the sun
and the day will rise in spite that I succumb
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Skyler Peoria, Illinois
An opossum that sings about this shitshow we call life. I'm doing the best I can, okay? Trans rights are human rights. 🏳️🌈 🏳️⚧️ 🧡
Skyler recommends:
i thought i'd be dead by now
by murder person for hire
I feel like I've heard this album my whole life, there is a familiarity to it, like the energy is almost the same as my own internalization of my past and self... truly a masterpiece.
go to album
One of the most important works of art to come out of a time where the entire USA, maybe even the world, is fucked beyond belief. Good Luck Everybody, indeed.
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