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Banjohmin
We’re the second best act on off-topic
Right behind Flobots, the show stoppers
But let’s be honest
They just want to viley-violate the violinist
Rider her with one hand on the bar,
the other on Andy’s guitar
(Operate her please)
They might be able to ride a bike with no handlebars
But I’ve got a handlebar moustache—that’s flyer than hipster kicks and tight jeans
Got a five year old strapped down in my limousine
But it ain’t like that—I’m just buying him an ice cream
Maybe if were more political
An elliptical trainer for your political brain
But we keep it underground like the terror train
Way back when we weren’t even men
The Pickled Poet had a chance but blew it
There wasn’t a Project Blowed here
Still the object was so near, of his desire
Then it slipped through his fingers, tore them to shreds like barbed wire;
So now he’s a hard liar trapped on a tight rope
Without an option to elope
But I’ll let you in on a secret, and I quote:
I killed the pickled poet
(and he don’t even know it)
That’s just how the story goes, no second chances, so bring on the sell-out slutty backup dancers.
John
I am nothing
But a train and
I assume that
You don't like me
I'm insane but
Not yet crazy
I will never let you go
Banjohmin
Maybe if we sampled lyrics and not music we’d be famous
But maybe we’re just too heinous
Taking you on a train ride you’ll never forget
The seats made out of rock hard flesh
Sit down and you’re bound to get wet,
If not Chris Brown’ll beat you to death
On the terror train—giving the safety rails brain, everybody’s drowning in golden rain.
John
Enjoy the ride you'll stay with me
Stay with me
I'll stay with you
I'll stay with you
Because it's Beaver
No, not the woman kind
I really gotta go, I just saw the time
Sorry if I dissapointed you in bed
I'll be quiet going out, just lay and rest your head
Because it's Sleave 3
No, not the other song
I really gotta go, it's the end of the song
Sorry if I disappointed you Richard
I'll be quiet going out, just a reference ahead
Big Boss & Solid Snake
IT'S NOT OVER YET
NOT OVER YET
YOU JUST MADE A BET THAT IT WOULD BE OVER
BUT IT'S NOT OVER YET
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John
You're the worst Kennedy
I know all about your devilry
I'm gonna make you fuckin' pay
I wanna see all those X-Rays
You can't drive over a bridge
You can't drive at all, actually
Four wheeled tyranny
On a poor bride-to-be
Where'd you go?
Who'd you see?
When she was dyin' in the sea
Why burn the copies?
Who owns those bodies?
When she was cryin' for mommy
You're a sexually repressed asshole reeking of alcohol
It's all in the files hidden deep in those vaults
But I'm breaking in to snatch them all
I'll steal your lunch money and push your face in the asphalt
Where'd you bury those kids?
You're a devil inside and I know what you did
I'm gonna rip open the lid
I'mma upload all those snuff films
Who owns that red dress?
I do now
Who is your mistress?
I am now
Give me your address
I want to assess
The little girl dresses
Of which you possess
I know what you've done, Ted Kennedy
You've gone and commited a serious felony
You died and flew away
But I'm coming to get you anyway
Banjohmin
Why’d you survive but your bros fell?
You ground down your buck teeth!
Judas, what the fuck’s you’re A/S/L?
You’re an elite!
Are those the gnashing gates of hell?
I hear you used to give a great speech!
How does it feel to be a leech?
Oh Ted Kennedy, was it just a rumour?
Did you kill yourself out of shame
Or did you really die of a brain tumour?
Did you sell your soul for money and fame?
John
I know what you've done, Ted Kennedy
You've gone and commited a serious felony
You died and flew away
But I'm coming to get you anyway
Where'd your step-child go?
How'd you stoop so low?
What's the price to pay
When you killed J.F.K.?
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John
We were told to keep ourselves in
So we threw hands in a bar filled to the fuckin' brim
I'd love to see the look on St. Paddy's face
While we all file into a bar and get fuckin' shitfaced
We coughed on the St. Paddy's Day Massacre
We died on the St. Paddy's Day Massacre
We drank on the St. Paddy's Day Massacre
We thank St. Paddy on this day of loose liquor
We spread it wide
He spit it into my eyes
We scorched the skies
And razed the aisles
For Corona and limes
Banjohmin
Biding its time, for the DNA rhyme
Coronavirus, saint Paddy’s papyrus
Unfolded at the Saint Pat's day parade
It’s gonna be a good one mankind going out in a blaze
Of Guinness, bear witness, it’s the end of days!
The snakes shall return, the shamrocks shall burn,
The trees will all fall, and the ancestors decry
Unless the folk offer up their unending piety.
The pirates man the ships,
The fairgoers get pissed,
Death lives on the meeting of infected lips!
John
We coughed on the St. Paddy's Day Massacre
We died on the St. Paddy's Day Massacre
We drank on the St. Paddy's Day Massacre
We thank St. Paddy on this day of loose liquor
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John
I'm tired of kissing ass
I can't sit still all day
You know I know your school's a lie
That's why you dragged me here
You're a hyperactive child
You're destructive, you're too wild
We're going to calm you down
Now this won't hurt a bit
Drag me to the floor
Pulling down my pants
Ram a needle up my ass
Put my brain into a trance
No more hyperactive child
Got too much of a mind
Wouldn't you rather be happy?
Now this won't hurt a bit
Cameras in the halls
No windows, just brick walls
Pledge allegiance to a flag
Now you will obey
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Banjohmin
I'm tired of kissing ass
I can't sit still all day
You know I know your school's a lie
That's why you dragged me here
You're a hyperactive child
You're destructive, you're too wild
We're going to calm you down
Now this won't hurt a bit
Drag me to the floor
Pulling down my pants
Ram a needle up my ass
Put my brain into a trance
No more hyperactive child
Got too much of a mind
Wouldn't you rather be happy?
Now this won't hurt a bit
Cameras in the halls
No windows, just brick walls
Pledge allegiance to a flag
Now you will obey
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Epoch I
04:04
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John
We sit by the back door
Drinking up all the stars
Orange glow lighting
The roads of cars
Conjuring the feeling
Of melancholy
Pensiveness washing
All around me
I'm giving it up
It's all yours again
While I'm walking away
It will always be home
I'm going
I'm going
I'm going
I'm gone
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Slave Beaver Revolt Melbourne, Australia
Odd music for odd folks from odder folks.
Banjohmin:
Vocals/Music
BTWK:
Vocals/Music
John:
Vocals/Music
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