001 – Fatter Than Albert – The Last Minute
Better Sleep
Oh I know all I need, all I really need
To stay clean is better sleep
better sleep is all I really need
Wake Up!
We’ve aspired for decapitation
While we turn a blind eye toward the guillotine parade
Have no more use for counting sheep
No use!
We’ve aspired for asphyxiation
A suffocating glimpse at this fucked reality
Are we wasting our days with this better sleep?
I have no claim in this waking life
I’m tethered, bound, and gagged
Wanna wish it good night,
I have no claim in this waking life!
Quick stop!
It’s too late
It’s too late to get wasted
We have aspired for asphyxiation
While we turn a blind eye toward the guillotine parade.
Tchoupitoulas Slim
The heat is rising to 300 degrees
While these decorative bullet holes adorn our city limit signs
Would you wanna be alone
When our streets are dressed up in pitch black?
There’s a shadow on the prowl tonight,
His cross hairs are indiscriminate
We’ve fallen pray
To the darkest of hearts
We’re staring down the barrel
Of an epidemic
I have no murder wish this evening!
When did killing
Become instinctive?
When did he become a victim of you and me?
When did she become the killer outside your door?
Spitting Contest
No!
There was never a prize in sight!
My, my, my. What a surprise
Your friends in sheeps clothing
Have shed their disguise
I had a plan to crash into the night
Instead she crossed that line
What’s that bad taste in my mouth?
(Instead I fed a lie That’s that bad taste in my mouth)
They keep a watchful eye from planes
To make sure your city’s safe and sound
They keep a watchful eye from planes
They put them up we’ll shoot them down
I had a plan to crash into the night
Not to be stood up!
So don’t call on me for your last call redemption
You temptation whore
Enough! Enough!!
You lied, you lied Fake operation Sadie
You lied, you lied Fake operation Sadie
It’s all wrong
There was never a prize in sight
So don’t call on me
Panda King
Lotta people won’t get to sleep tonight
Lotta people won’t get to eat tonight
If we sift through the topsoil
We’ll make it better and better and
If we sift through the topsoil
How do I live Before I exist
In this madman’s day by day?
With television walls to tuck me in
Television walls to tuck me in
While outside screams of poverty!
You feel time tickin? away
Did you spend your better days in a comfortable haze?
Waste time tickin away
Do we deserve the very best things like dinner plates?
27s
There’s a roach on the wall by the door where I pace
Done hitting the lines off of Ray Charles? face
The last of the numbers are sweating out my pours
Momentums pushed my feet out from under me
I stare out the window while everyone sleeps
Like last night the last time we pardoned our self-control
I can kick a habit
Like she’ll kick me to the curb
And I’ll forget the message
When she forgets the words
I’m out of my mind, Can’t live this life
If I can’t kick this habit
If I can’t kick this habit
I’m out of my mind
Can’t live this life, Can you help me find a reason?
The last thing she said right before she left
The last thing she said right before she left
We can’t make this better.
Just go.
We’ll always be fighting and fighting and fighting and fighting
(In spirals)
Mix a highball with glass walls Guilt with low-bars and dropped calls
Where did you sleep last night? She’ll push a pen across a paper
Trying to come up with reasons why She’ll push a pen across a paper
Until she comes up with something like?
$100 headphones
We had it all in the beginning.
We had all kinds of rings and things
she made the money.
But Rosie was the type to just lay the money down.
Drop it on another boy before she left town.
Last Minute
I wish I could have touched your shoulder
All inside the last minute
At night in my bed,
on a screen in my head
I watch the same shows from the same stones
The appetite’s taken its toll
