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RIP RVW
02:18
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You told me your sister died
Getting a back alley abortion
That your father made her get
Oh how could I forget?
Then you did what you did
Yeah I was just a kid
Or maybe not I forgot
Anyway that's why I'm thinking of you today as they
Overturn Roe v Wade
So tell me why?
And how old is your daughter? (Nineteen?)
Is she out of hot water? (No, twenty, she's twenty)
Yeah tell me why?
And what would you pay me not to tell her
What I told my therapist oh I'm just
Kidding I didn't tell me therapist
That you asked me to call you daddy
Yeah that just makes me saddy
And all my boyfriends want to kill you
But I kind of think it's my fault
And my dad doesn't believe me
So if you could just tell us who's right
Maybe I could sleep through the night
Oh and tell me why?
And how old is your daughter? (Twenty)
Is she out of hot water? (No no she's not)
Yeah tell me why?
And what would you pay me not to tell her
The doorman says "She can't come in"
The doorman says "She can't come in"
The doorman says "Come on, she can't come in"
The doorman says "Come on man"
Well come on doorman
Tell me why?
And how old is your daughter? (Twenty)
Is she out of hot water? (No no never)
Tell me why?
And what would you pay me not to fuck her
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2. |
Elephant
04:22
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What if we grew an alien
For us to keep
What would you want to name it
Where would it sleep
It's fun to dream, but
What if I'm just not ready yet
Or never am
Would you still love me anyways
Still hold my hand
Even if you don't understand
Let's talk about the elephant
Do you think I'm irrelevant
Marching through the motions in a daze
Accusations have been made that we are crazy baby
Look around the kids are not okay
Someone's gotta say it so love me or hate me
I am more important than an unborn baby
I am more important than my unborn babies
Go on tell me that I'm not
That's what I thought
What do you think they want from us
What on earth
What kind of logic could we use
To not end up giving birth
To not needlessly get ourselves hurt
What if we became celibate
One by one
Or we could all be lesbians
That sounds fun
I think I might like that one
Back to that god damn elephant
They think that we're irrelevant
How'd I get to thinking we were done
I let myself believe the conversation was over
Now I know the battle's never won
Gotta watch your back or they will
Bend you over, fuck you, then call you an irresponsible murderer
But you are more important than your unborn baby
Don't let them tell you that you're not
We are more important than our unborn babies
Go on tell us that we're not
We are more important than our unborn babies
Go on tell us that we're not
Tell us that we're not
Tell us that we're not
Irrelevant
To a room full of men
Deciding when
We stop mattering
In our own skin
Cursed again
To bear rotten fruit
For a partnered sin
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3. |
The American Dream
05:01
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I don't own a gun
Even though honestly it sounds kind of fun
To go and shoot some Tannerite
But that price sounds a little high that
All those kids have to die
While their teachers go underpaid and
Congress gets sold to the NRA
What can I say?
Welcome to the American Dream
You can never wake up from
So everybody grab a gun
Or an AR-15
All you need is a magazine to get in a magazine
Isn't that the American Dream (What a dream)
Oh it's just a culture war and I've stopped keeping score
No I don't read the news anymore (Cause what for)
Yeah the stories never change
They just swap in different names
And the antagonists always look the same (And it's always men, man)
Isn't that strange? (Glitch matrix glitch)
Welcome to the American Dream
You can never wake up from
So everybody grab a gun
Or an AR-15
All you need is a magazine to get in all the magazines
Isn't that the American Dream (What a dream)
Oh I can see it all through your clear backpack
Your plan of attack
In fact I know a little how you feel
Only I'd just kill myself not blame everybody else
Oh the confidence of men (Man)
Can we pretend (We can pretend)
That it was all just an American Dream
We could always wake up from so everybody grab a gun
But not an AR-15
Go on grab a magazine but who needs
30 rounds that's fucking obscene
We could still have fun with your little gun
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Sat down to write me a love song
About my baby so soft and sweet
When I looked at the news
Saw the headlines, got the blues
I was sad not surprised to read
That it went
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Up in Buffalo
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Out in Sacramento too
Bang! Bang! Bang!
To the kids down in Uvalde
So what is there to say
About the state of things today
I guess it's just the American way
Now don't you worry your head pretty darling
Because there's good guys with guns out too
So next time you're at the mall
Could be a shootout there for all you know
The next time it could be you
Or me or us or them
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Find the exit
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Find a decent place to hide
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Hope he doesn't see you get away
What is there to say
You better toughen up snowflake
Because that's just the American way
It's just a bad apple in the pie
It's just a lone wolf crying at night
It's just a batch of bad apples
Just a pack of lone wolves
Independently committing the same crime
Again and again and again and again
And they're always men
Now I know what you're thinking my darling
There's gotta be something we can do
Like a test or a check to make sure
Bad guys can't get weapons
No I've got something better for you
You're so cute
It's thoughts and prayer
For your loved ones
Thoughts and prayers
For the people you don't know
Thoughts and prayers
For every citizen today
Who's got to live out their days
Duck and cover in the amber grains
All thanks to the USA and the NRA
Bang bang bang bang in the USA
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5. |
What For?
03:44
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In 1976 they found a hole in the sky
And everyone cut back on their chlorofluorocarbons
So that we could make it out of here alive
New coolant they put in the fridges so we could have
Four-day-old Thai food and frozen French pizza
Turned out to be burning the planet up bad (Hey now)
So the sky's okay now, yeah but it's all we have
And what for
Plus who's the sky for anymore
In 1996 I was afraid of the ocean floor
So wild so untamed, all that upside-down terrain
And the corners there that we have not explored
Now thirty years later I'm stuck on the notion
If land doesn't work out there's always the ocean
Yeah I wonder if we could build houses down there
With cute bubble helmets that fill up with air
But I'm scared
That it won't last in our care
<alien mermaid sounds>
In 2076 we'll buy a home in the sky
We'll get alien rescue dogs and plant potato gardens
And in space we'll hear our grandbabies cry
Hmm, hmm
I want to want to dream of futures with you
Oh but it's hard to do
It takes such an unburdened imagination
To dream about futures in this broken nation
Under all the rockets of gods and their friends
Looking down on us musing "So that's how it ends"
And what for
What was it all for
What for, what for
What for, what for
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