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What's Left
03:44
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If you take it away, if you take it away, what will you be left with?
You could give it away, you could give it away, what would you be left with?
If you take it away, if you take it away, what would you be left with?
All this shit clutterin' my house meant nothin' till it was gone
Ill fitted suits and unironed shirt the cat pissed on on the closet floor
How many souvenir ashtrays can one man have anyway?
Ain't even visited most of those states...
Santa Claus came in his big red suit down the chimney and took it away,
cheap plastic toys became works of art, crafted by the hand of Satan
This could have been a tragic song if the cat didn't run out chased by the dog
if the girl was home sick from school
If we decided on that afternoon nap
CHORUS
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2. |
Now I've Gotta Kill You
03:04
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I've been told to watch my tone
and Ive been warned to heed my words.
But Ive been boiling for way too long
so goodbye, good bye
to silence.
Now I've got to kill you where you stand
and I don't mean with my words.
I've got to rip you with my hands
and feed you to my birds.
I've got blessings from above
and whispers from below
You've been waiting for me to crack so here you go.
Now I've got to kill you
right where you stand.
But before you go I've got just one demand.
Would you kindly hold out your hand,
so I can show you what I've done with your wretched little man
You think I'm weak.
I'll use it against you.
We're waiting as long as it takes.
I'm gonna huff
and I'm going to puff.
and I'm going to blow your ego down.
Now I've got to kill you.
I have no choice.
I can't have you in the same world as my little boys.
Now I've got to kill you.
It's come to this.
And right where you burn is where I take my next piss.
Now I've gotta kill you
and I don't mean with my words.
I've gotta rip you with my hands
and feed you to my birds.
I've got blessings from above,
and whispers from below.
You've been waiting for me to crack
so here you go.
You think I'm weak.
I'll use it against you.
We're waiting as long as it takes.
I'm gonna huff.
and I'm gonna puff.
and tare your ego down.
Now I've got to kill you.
Now I've got to kill you.
I didn't want it like this.
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3. |
Solamente Cloud
03:52
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Let's negotiate the terms of my emancipation.
Company's sole profits are in the red
And I never really wanted to have this conversation
But I feel much better if it doesn't go unsaid
By the time I finally remembered
Why I tattooed my eyes and shaved my head
Didn't even get a nice benefit package for my trouble
Think I'll just go home and go to bed
CHORUS
Buy me out, buy me out, buy that solamente cloud
From the east, to the west, that's just the way it had to be
Buy me out, buy me out, buy that solamente cloud
from the east, to the west, it's not the way it had to be
I won't let the door hit my ass as I am leaving
But I feel the doors may be slamming shut for you
And though it may appear that I've been grieving
I assure you I've regressed to huffing glue
CHORUS
Please pardon my appearance as I remodel
trying to remember that there are brighter days left ahead
ever since I let that demon genie out of the bottle
I find I deeply regret a lot of what I said
CHORUS
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4. |
No More
04:46
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Ain't gonna be beat down no more
Twelve years have come and gone of you draggin' me across the floor
You can't have your power, if it's gonna be at my expense
Too much in this wicked world, for me to be your punching bag
The time has come now, for me to cut off the weight of your hate
So I'm done with the hits and the bruises and this goddamn resentment
Ain't gonna be beat down no more
You can take your twisted gaze, and look at yourself in the mirror
I'm shaking off the grime that has gathered over these years
and find that self respect washed away by tears
I ain't gonna be the dog wimperin in the corner no more
So you better get used to the man that I am cause he ain't going nowhere
SOLO
I'm happy to have a conversation, but you have yet to prove that you can
All you give me is insults and threats and unreasonable demands
And I sit and I take it cause I'm afraid of what you'll do
But I can't be afraid anymore, those self loathing days are through
It's time for me to stand up and say what my heart knows is true
You're a bitch and a liar, a bully, a coward, a controlling monster, a hate fueled fear monger
You've taken my spirit,I'm taking it back, you'll never know what it's capable of
and that's LOVE
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5. |
I Fucked Your Wife
04:15
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I fucked you wife
While you weren't around
which was always.
I fucked her all over town.
And now you're back
to claim your domain.
I was making plans to give that woman my last name.
I fucked your wife,
on the hood of my car.
In the bathroom of your favorite bar.
And no one knew.
Just her and me.
Not like they know,
you're just a sleaze.
You know she's in love
you've got nothing on me.
I know your social,
and your college degree.
I know your size,
and that you sit when you piss.
I'll tell you once that you can not compete with this.
I fucked your wife,
and I'll do it lots more
until the day,
when she shows you the door.
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The Onion Rats Danbury, Connecticut
The Accidental Villain was formed by composer Barry Seroff, as an attempt to focus a dark period in his life into postive music. This music is no intellectual exercise in rock music however, the primary influence was to use the instruments in a conversational way inspired by the Minutemen. With the addition of Justin Virga on bass and Jerry Louzada on drums, this goal was achieved. ... more
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