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Elon Musk
01:42
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Fuck Elon musk
Fuck Elon musk
Grind his bones into fucking dust
Oh I’m a self made billionaire
Turned daddy’s emeralds into Tesla shares
Smoking weed I'm a real cool guy
Don't blink twice when my workers die
Fuck Elon musk
Fuck Elon musk
Grind his bones into fucking dust
Dig some tunnels in the ground
We call those subways you fucking clown
Union busting piece of shit
Silicon Valley idiots
Fuck Elon musk
Fuck Elon musk
Grind his bones into fucking dust
selfish vapid billionaire freak
No humanity of which we can speak
Tricked a bunch of gullible fools
Funded with apartheid jewels
No billionaire should exist
Take it all
Take it all
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2. |
Layoffs
02:17
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A sterile office silence broken by the pall cast
By the announcement of an all hands
Rumors begin to spread around
Executives have been seen in town
It's a necessary reduction in labor force,
Will there be severance, of course of course.
Don’t you see, Don’t you see
This is what’s best for the company
Hr looks serious, but there’s a bonus coming their way
Tries to look sad when he leans over to say
This isn’t anything about you, just cutting costs
Here’s your severance now get lost
don’t take it personal, don’t get your feelings hurt
Don’t think about how it didn’t matter if you did the work
Don’t you see, Don’t you see
This is what’s best for the company
Insurance ends at the end of the month
COBRAS no good, costs to much
Polish the resume till the shit shines
Get ready for unemployment time
You’ll get another job bedfore too long
But its just a wait till the next layoff song
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IPA
01:37
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Feeling down, Cuz i got bad news
Guess i’ll drink a few craft brews
So many options it’s hard to choose
As long as it got those IBUs
Got nothing going on today
Guess I'll drink another IPA
That kind of shit won’t kill slugs
But I’m not cut out for harder drugs
Got off work early, guess i’ll have a beer
So many options, but the choice is clear
Give me a bitter, Hazy, citrus thing
Cuz in this house, hops are king
Got nothing going on today
Guess I'll drink another IPA
You know that shit won’t kill slugs
But I’m not cut out for harder drugs
In the House Hops are King
Got nothing going on today
Guess I'll drink another IPA
You know that shit won’t kill slugs
But I’m not cut out for harder drugs
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4. |
Dad Rock
02:00
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Diapers full of piss
Diapers full of shit
Dad rock dad rock
Diapers full of piss
Diapers full of shit
Dad rock dad rock
Do you like video games, yeah sure
Do you like marvel movies, yeah sure
Do you like dire straits?
Chorus
Do you like sports, yeah sure
Do you like meat, yeah sure
Do you like devo
Chorus
They say don’t cry over spilled milk
But everyday there’s more and more
Puddles all over the floor
Spend hours looking for tiny toys
Feel my mind slowly destroyed
PJ masks, paw patrol
These kids are out of control
Every memory could be a curse
Reminder of how you made things worse
Don’t want to be a sad dad
Don’t want to be a bad dad
Stuck waiting for the past
You knew it would never last
But you felt so bored back then
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5. |
Cursed Image
02:32
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Last night,
I woke from a dream
I couldn’t even scream
It was unsettling
I’m not insane
Open your eyes, can’t you see
The void, the void is swallowing me
Open your eyes, know its true
The void, the void will swallow you
Nothing’s outside,
but the sound of your voice
Can’t turn back
You made your choice
Open your eyes, can’t you see
The void, the void is swallowing me
Open your eyes, know its true
The void, the void will swallow you
Drifting away
Feeling alone
Humming the tune
To an old dial tone
Nothing below
Don’t look down
Close your eyes
As you sink into the ground
Open your eyes, can’t you see
The void, the void is swallowing me
Open your eyes, know its true
The void, the void will swallow you
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