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South of city limits
Lies your secret shame...
Where you’re really from
Despite what you claim
There’s no need to hide it
Don’t pay it any mind
You see us fellow river rats can smell one of our kind
All in all, hand in hand
We’re community
Even though a bunch of us us can’t spell the word “community”
All for one, hand in hand
Trust me and you’ll see
Just meet me at the lot where the Trade Center used to be, cause
All roads lead Downriver....Dix and Champaign forever
Dix and Champaign for all
South of city limits
Slaw jaw Shangrai La
Cruise the ‘Graph, have some laughs and break a couple laws
Rib kabobs, well fed slobs, whose colors never run
Grab a tall boy and some chaw and join in on the fun
All for one, hand in hand
We’re community
Taylor Tuckeys aren’t so yucky
Just like you and me
All in all, hand in hand
Trust me and you’ll see
Muskrat dinners every night for me and my family....cause
All roads lead downriver .....Dix & Champaign forever
Dix and Champaign for all
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Good as gold...but sometimes that gold is merely iron sulfide
There’s always something new x 2
And you curse the day, but only on the days that end with a “y”
There’s always something new x 3
To make things go askew..
Don’t let the...don’t let the bad vibes..don’t let the bad vibes accrue
You wouldn’t want them to get the best of...the best of you
Walking on eggshells here wearing shoes made from banana peels
There’s always something new x 2
Life’s got a way of ripping off the scabs before they fully heal
There’s always something new x 3
To make things go askew..
Don’t let the...don’t let the bad vibes..don’t let the bad vibes accrue
You wouldn’t want them to get the best of...the best of you
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Chords Against Humanity
03:07
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I’m strumming chords against humanity
Turn on the tube all I see is calamity
I’m strumming chords
Yeah maybe 3 or 4...
Because I never really bothered to learn how to play any more
Way overboard, brimming with hostility
Terrible people always seem to be surrounding me
Faith in mankind’s got me bordering on lunacy
I’m old and bored and I can’t take it anymore
I’m strumming chords
Every string is out of tune
It serves me right, there’s really nothing left for me to do
I’m strumming chords against humanity
You know this isn’t how I thought it would work out for me.....or you
I’m strumming chords against humanity
Well, it’s the only thing that’s keeping up my sanity
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Why Don’t Cha Come Over
02:06
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Your smile is slightly stained and crooked
But it’s true...
And those laugh lines they tell me that there is a lot to you
Why don’t you come over?
We can sip on some beers
Why don’t you come over?
It don’t got to get weird x2
It don’t got to get....
That beat up t shirt that you picked up at some show...
It probably has some tales to tell from a long long time ago...
Why don’t you come over?
We can sip on some beers
When the dog starts to bark
Then I know that you’re here x2
Your smile is slightly stained and crooked
But it’s true...
And those laugh lines they tell me that there is a lot to you
Why don’t you come over?
We can sip on some beers
Why don’t you come over?
Well it just might get weird x 2
Well I hope it gets...
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Minor Scuffs
03:09
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my ❤️ is a solid VG+ well worn, well played with some minor scuffs, yeah...
Well, these Rando’s think they have a clue. But you know they’re nothing like me or you.
coin on your stylus so it don’t skip. ...different paths, different drums on this one way trip
These days the cloth we’re cut from appears out of vogue. Crate diggers, miscreants scavengers like us drape ourselves in dead stock robes
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I was a Webelo in the spring of the 5th grade
Well at the time it was the best choice that I ever made
Was told there was to be some sort of annual race
And you’d get some sort of prize, but only if you placed
They gave me a block of wood
I’d win the race, I knew I could
But I almost lost a thumb to the pinewood derby
My grandpa cut beef everyday for Wolverine
He had the sharpest set of knives that you’d ever seen
He kept them in the garage, far away from us
So I snuck in to work on my pinewood car, what could be the fuss?
I grabbed a blade and started to whittle
Nicked myself , only hurt a little
But I almost lost a thumb to the pinewood derby
And it bled and bled/ turned the bathroom sink bright red
Well, my grandpa jumped right in and he saved the day
He got the wound to close with a touch of his old school
grandpa ways
Took me in to get some stitches
Guess I was too big for my britches
Cause I almost lost a thumb to the pinewood derby
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Oysters
02:22
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Well the world is your oyster
But you left your epi pen at home
As your airway starts to shut
And your hands and face swell up
Hope and pray to get through the day
And move along
You and I are defined by our choices
and those choices are sometimes in the wrong
trust your heart and trust your gut
cause the world can beat you up
Take your kicks, get back on those doggies
And move along
Well the world is your oyster
But you left your epi pen at home
As your airway starts to shut
And your hands and face swell up
Close your eyes, take one last breath
And move along
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Clutter, Debt & Disarray
02:38
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The only thing I’ve got to show
All that I got to my name
Is nothing but a mountain of clutter debt and disarray
From the ceiling to the floor
Hoarders like us gots to hoard
Ain’t nothing standing in my way
‘Cept for all this clutter debt and disarray
Posters , flyers piled upon
Stacks of past due bills
Empty bottles, cheap guitars
Books and random pills
From the ceiling to the floor
Hoarders like us gots to hoard
Ain’t nothing standing in my way
‘Cept for all this clutter debt and disarray
My shelves are bowing, with uselesss junk
My pockets empty and I’m probably drunk....
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…Out For Smokes
02:33
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It’s like the whole world got dropped on its head
Dropped on its head all at once
And now it’s looking like some contest
To crown the biggest dunce
Common sense sends regrets
He’s gonna sit this one out
Went out to grab a bag of smokes
You know he’s never coming home
It’s like the whole world got dropped on its head
And everyone is passing blame
Finger wagging, wings a flapping
I can’t believe this is happening
No ounce of shame in this game
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Forever Disheveled
03:27
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No cleaning up my act
I’m forever disheveled
My temples gray, my seams are frayed
But I don’t even mind
I’m forever disheveled
I’m not getting any younger
But nothing seems to satiate this hunger
For the good times (yeah) x2
Always wing it, never plan it
Peter Pan it…
There’s things I can’t take back
I’m forever disheveled
My choices made, my dues are paid
From the buggy to the grave
I’m forever disheveled
No cleaning up my act
I’m forever disheveled
A 3 chord artifact
I’m forever disheveled
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