1.I Was Born (EP)
I was born but I forgot it,
We left our marks in drying cement,
Hey mister don't you doubt it,
I was born but I've seemed to forgot it.
I was raised inside a bible,
I was living off life support,
Unilateralist!
Single mattress!
Guilty Friday nights remind me that,
Sometimes I feel like I should have said no,
I feel like I should have said,
Sometimes I feel like I should have said no,
I feel like I should have said no.
I met your saviour over an alter,
I'm at your funeral, I'm at the slaughter
I met your saviour over an alter,
I'm at your funeral, I'm at the slaughter
Trigger fingers catch your breath,
Lay 'em down slow,
Oh my God it's been far too long,
Send my thoughts to the firing squad.
Oh my God it's been far too long,
Send my thoughts to the...
Sometimes I feel like I should have said no,
I feel like I should have said,
Sometimes I feel like I should have said no,
I feel like I should have said no.
2.Mea Culpa Cabana
I can't seem to find my way
Or too much on embracing a shadow
Setting screen brings the dusk I remember
Advertising the epic pretenders
Struck gold
Or was it never any more than a joke
I can tell from the backs of my eyelids
Who's a liar and who's clever
When it all boils down to its presentation
Clean wisdom from a lack of commercials
Past loves and awful decisions
Do a thing and say another one
Regenerating in an endless summer
Where it rains everyday
Where the food is scares and the nectar is plenty
You'll find me
Where the looks are cheap and the talk is heavy
You'll find me out
You'll find me out
Don't find me out
3.My Friend Chris
The first sin that once told
Was to my parents at ten years old
I stole somethin' I'll admit it
But not to priests or crucifixes
Me and my best friend Chris
Built our alibis from bricks
And when we were questioned we just read our scripts
'I didn't do it'
The first crime I did commit
Was mischief night with my friend Chris
We packed our bags with toilet paper,
Bars of soap, and egg containers
And we targeted everyone who ever seemed to do us wrong
Oh how the time turns on
And maybe Einstein can express
The formulaic mysteries of time
But I've lost the time
And maybe Kafka was a writer
But I've been living like my name is Samsa
The first time I got my fix
Was with my brother and my friend Chris
Stole my mothers Smirnoff vodka
Mixed it with some cans of Fresca
And we learned how our parents lived
We found that we were good at it
Meet me at the bottom or in between
And maybe Einstein can express
The formulaic mysteries of time
By I've lost the time
And maybe Kafka was a writer
But I've been living like my name is Samsa
See you in hell
I'll see ya when I see ya
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