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Tacos And Coffee
00:47
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Tacos and coffee, gonna start out the day
I don’t think I could think of a better way
To get this bullshit out of my brain
I know I’m going insane, nobody but me to blame
But it’s all part of the game when everyday is the same
Work, drink, get high, and I don’t even know why
But it doesn’t matter
We’re all gonna fucking die
Every road’s a dead end
Nobody asked for life
But we got born anyway
If you think your life sucks
Change or be miserable
We’ll do what we love until we’re dead
Pirates still exist
But not the kind you see on labels and bottles of rum
And who the fuck gives a crap about vampires anyway?
We’re just a fucking band
We’ve got a van but can we sleep on your floor?
We’ve probably had enough but we’ll probably have more
Pizza and beer gonna start out the night
Maybe some whiskey ‘til the sky gets light
Conversations with strangers that I think I don’t hate
Puts a smile on my psychological state
But it’s getting late, the sun’s come up
I’ve got an empty cup, gotta start the day
Tacos and coffee, carne asada, no sugar, no cream
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Liberty Street
00:55
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I take two pushes at the line
And the wheels start to turn
But not before Pat goes first
And Chad is cruisin’ third
Oh fuck! A car just turned up the street
There is some point at which we’ll have to meet
I’ll stay in my lane if you stay in yours
Don’t worry about me keep driving just like normal
Oh yeah it’s nighttime you can’t see me
My fuel is beer, weight, and whiskey
I’ll hold the turns as the wheels slide
My speed picks up as Chad flies by
He catches up and Pat is pissed
We’re triple wide cracks hard to miss
Chad takes the lead with the fastest board
We even out and pass the car
Bombmob attacking
The streets of Ashland
Bombmob attacking
Fuck Chad goes down
A sacrifice to the road
The armor saves him he’ll be fine
We’ll see him at the bottom
Oh fuck! A car just turned up the street
There is some point at which we’ll have to meet
I’ll stay in my lane if you stay in yours
Don’t worry about me keep driving just like normal
Bombmob attacking
The streets of Ashland
Bombmob attacking
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Backed in a corner advice all around
And my eyes are focused straight on the ground
It isn’t that I don’t appreciate
I am determined to do it my way
I’ll wake up in the middle of the day
And then I will smoke the rest away
The sun going down the spirits going up
There is a hole in the bottom of my cup
You may say I’m wasting my life
I say you’re wasting your breath
Spite is sour
Fun is sweet
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Holding Onto Thought
01:17
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If I died today then that would be okay
‘Cause everyone has to sometime in their lives
I’ll fuck up I’ll get mad I’ll get sad
And if I react poorly I’ll be sorry later on
You tell a story and it will always be one sided
Perception only happens once
Everyone is having kids
But I still want to have a beer
I just want to be me
It stays the same each year
Feelings skew the story more often than not
I’ll later realize exaggerations of
Misrepresentations of the truth and where in lies the fault
Some of which I’ll accept later on
You tell a story and it will always be one sided
Perception only happens once
Everyone is having kids
But I still want to have a beer
I just want to be me
It stays the same each year
Though it was not just me
You must accept some blame
We could have tried harder
If we had believed
Though I see it now
We are better off
We’ll probably die alone
Holding on to thought
You tell a story and it will always be one sided
Perception only happens once
Everyone is having kids
But I still want to have a beer
I just want to be me
It stays the same each year
If I died today that’d probably be okay
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Vampunch
01:02
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Drinking all night
Driving all day
No time for days off
Productive each day
Gotta print t-shirts
Gotta eat tape
Order more pizza
Keep Krump in shape
Gotta make flyers
Gotta book shows
Asking for nothing
We’ll see how it goes
We’ve got so many
Friends to get drunk with
In every city
That’s why you should book us
Mission to make friends
Make van stay happy
On any occasion
We’ll drink until the morning
Shitty beer and whiskey
Otherwise we’re boring
When we stay at your house
We’re gonna drink pizza and eat beer
We’re coming to your town and we’re gonna drink
We’ll drink any beer
That’s in abundance
As long as there are friends
To drink it with us
Drink ‘til the morning
Drive ‘til the night
No time for nights off
Pizza beers alright
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Back from tour time to make some cash
So we can do it again
Gonna put on that hat
Cheese and peppers in hand
It’s pizza delivery season my friends
Gonna kill my car
Drivin’ door to door
Year round Santa
Slinging obesity
Road rage screaming as I pull away
I drove to your house
You’d better fucking tip me
It’s not asking for much to drop a couple bucks
‘Cause we need it more than you’d assume
And you never can tell but your gratitude
Helps this pizza guy rock a stage near you
30 minutes or it’s free
You get no tip from me
Fuck you I ain’t gonna pay
Where is my hot pepps and chee
Eat shit I’m not gonna pay
I thought you brought ranch for me
Can you grab some beers on the way?
No, you get no tip from me
Where’s my pizza?
Double sausage
Bring me pizza!
Alright your pizza’s ready
So don’t be a jerk compensate us for our work
It takes its fucking toll
If you’re gonna stiff the driver and unfriendly reminder
You’ve got no gosh dang soul
It’s unbecoming to snub the service industry
Especially when we know your street
I’m not here to make idle threats
But stiff me one more time and
I’m gonna park in your fucking living room
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New D
00:57
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What goes up comes down, so it goes
Surfing through life on ebbs and flows
Looking for means to meet the ends
Lucky for me I’ve already met my friends
I like what I do with my life
Could have by now had kids and wife
Time and a place for everything
Focusing on my time and place to sing songs
No time to think of what went wrong
No time to think about what if
I had stayed to see to what could be
If my mind was fine to feel less free
The grass is always greener when
You never take the chance to spend
Time and see the rest of the lawn
Doesn’t get greener than the grass you’re on
Make a decision stick with it
Nobody’s gonna give a shit
When my mind’s filled with regret
I can distract myself with fingers and frets
Take a walk to see how green the grass can be
But either side you’re on you step in shit
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