1. |
Burning Birdcage
00:48
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Floating
Like bloated sandbags
In a burning birdcage
Sinking
Just like driftwood
You're a burning ember
Floating just like driftwood
X4
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2. |
Chamber of the Deranged
02:07
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3. |
Sun Hop Fat Stack
01:05
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Sitting in your station
Waiting for the floor to dry
Pick up a mop and say goodbye
Between the here and now
Bleeding cows ask you
How to make it pay
Every single day
Sun Hop Fat Stack
Of Golden Dragon Sun Hop Fat placemats
Stacks of crackling space heater ducks
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4. |
Pager Song
01:29
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5. |
Good Thing Good Thing
00:46
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Don't get much happiness in this life
Steal ours. Give it to your wife
Yeah that's right
Good thing good thing
Throw it away
Together we could make it happen
Alone we could make a few lonely people
Wasting our lives away
Good thing good thing
Waste it
Trash it
Then laugh at it
Throw it away
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6. |
Behind the Glass
01:12
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Polar Bears
Swim Laps
In the Pool
A school of piranhas
Schooling up
Against the glass
Bats fly in circles
In a fake mountain
Sitting behind the glass
Behind glass
People can't go to the North Pole
Or they will get eaten by polar bears
I wish polar bears ate grits and
Penguins ate chips instead of fish
Behind glass they sit
Behind glass behind glass
My tongue
Behind glass
And threw me into the water
Behind glass
Because I wouldn't
Speak to them
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7. |
Soggy Knishes
00:41
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The tables outside the cafe are lined with dishes
Steaming chicken and half empty glasses of wine
I don't need wine with backwash inside
It all rots away like there is no place to play
And they clean out the poor like we're all trash
We're all trash
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8. |
Steal a Bone from a Dog
01:04
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Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
We're from Home
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Stranded all alone
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Steal a bone from a dog
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
We're far from home
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
We're far from home
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Steal a dog's bone
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
we're all alone
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
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9. |
Service Station
00:40
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At the service station you steered me wrong
I felt like you didn't like me anymore
Like I did not belong there
Flaring up gas prices
Flaring up gas prices
Inflation inflamed
Pilots light up
Glaring at the
Empty nights ahead
At the service station
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EFS Oakland, California
E.F.S. was Abe Ringstaff (vocals, bass), Ewan Willey (guitar), Aaron Elliott (drums), Davey Whitcraft (guitar), Chris Gambin (mayhem), and Tom Crump (El Cerrito).
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