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Nazi Zombies
I’m working the job.
The one that you got.
Oh, I’m working that job.
Dreaming the thoughts.
The ones you don’t want.
I’m dreaming those thoughts.
OH NO,
YOU CAN’T KILL ME.
OH NO,
THAT GHOST CAN’T KILL ME.
OH NO,
HE CAN’T KILL ME.
CAUSE THERE AIN’T NO SUCH THING.
She’s a parking meter.
But she wants to be a candy machine.
Oh no, she’s a parking meter.
OH NO,
YOU CAN’T KILL ME.
OH NO,
THAT GHOST CAN’T KILL ME.
OH NO,
HE CAN’T KILL ME.
CAUSE THERE AIN’T NO SUCH THING.
END
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Mr. Rutter
04:03
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Mr. Rutter
Mr. Rutter was a tranny,
Worked on the factory floor.
Boss one day gave him the eye,
He walked right out the door.
Tried so hard, To be rich,
Only ended up poor.
Just like every other man,
He only wanted more.
(BRIDGE)
A CUP IN THE MORNING,
WILL GET YOU UP.
A PILL AFTER SUPPER,
IS WHAT PUTS YOU DOWN.
JUST KEEP SMILING,
AND HIDE YOUR FROWN.
THIS IS WHAT LIFE’S LIKE,
IN A FACTORY TOWN.
(CHORUS)
MR. RUTTER ALWAYS TRIED.
MR. RUTTER ALWAYS TRIED.
BUT MR. RUTTER’S GOING TO DIE,
BUT WE NEVER ASKED WHY.
NEVER KNEW WHY.
His car broke down,
And he tried to take a cab,
But he had no money for the fare.
And the cabby yelled,
As he was hit by a bus,
And nobody seemed to care.
Poor Mr. Rutter,
Never saw the sun rise.
But your heart, is made of gold,
And much bigger than mine.
(BRIDGE)
(CHORUS)
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3. |
Surf Rock Band
03:08
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Surf Rock Band
I used to be the drummer in a surf rock band.
The singer would write songs, no one could understand.
The bassist too many drugs, and would crash land.
THAT’S WHAT
THAT’S WHAT
THAT’S WHAT’S CALLED A SURF ROCK BAND
THAT’S WHAT
THAT’S WHAT
THAT’S WHAT’S CALLED A...
When we’d play songs, unborn babies would cry.
If we had a show, they’d say no aeroplanes could fly.
Everything was so loud, it made the neighbors go blind.
THAT’S WHAT
THAT’S WHAT
THAT’S WHAT’S CALLED A SURF ROCK BAND
THAT’S WHAT
THAT’S WHAT
THAT’S WHAT’S CALLED A...
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Ghost House
02:12
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Ghost House
See that person in the mirror?
That’s the one who will bring you down.
I heard you met in the ghost house.
I’ve been to that place, I’ve been to that town baby.
WHOOO!
WHOOO!
THE CITY,
IT SLEEPS,
IN THE,
COLD GROUND.
I heard you worked in the factory.
Then you must know Mr. Rutter,
And you met all the managers.
I bet you heard that it burned down baby.
WHOOO!
WHOOO!
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A Happy Death Portland, Oregon
A Happy Death, a band named after a novel by Albert Camus has gone through many Kafkaesque metamorphoses, all the while consistently bringing their unique brand of Apocalyptic Rock & Roll across America. They have released a 4-track vinyl EP and an 8-track cassette LP. The band is known to sow psychedelic seeds in the ears of their listeners, providing a distinct aural pleasure and blowing minds. ... more
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