1. |
Black Sheep
01:24
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Black sheep
I’m a black sheep
Hang around
With black sheep
Your side
Labels me
Wrong side of town
Live the black sheep
Down on our luck
We don’t care
Turn your back on us
We won’t fight fair
Bangers and punks
Speeders and drunks
All the little weirdos
Are joining the ranks
My kind
Wrong creed
Trash in the gutter
Black sheep
Misfits and cretins
Tweakers and thieves
Dirty little hustlers
Flocks of black sheep
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2. |
Awake Alert and Dying
01:29
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Lobotomy
Can’t kill me
Slow bleed
Pull the plug
Shave my rug
Crack me open for parts
Awake, Alert and Dying
Rot
Clots
I’m saddled up for the slow trot
Inject
Dissect
Prodded through the cellophane
Awake, Alert and Dying
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3. |
Beer and Bandages
02:47
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What you see is what you get
The last buck made
Was the first one spent
Cause back in the day
I used to be an Indigent
Figured out how to intro and outro
Cause you gotta get it straight
To get your Bunny to GoGo
Rearrange my insane brain
But I’m still in here
Had a bowl cut, glasses and Star Trek shirt
So it was no surprise
When I began to Lurk
Didn’t wanna be another poor slob
So I turned up the juice and became a fucking Dilrod
Rearrange my insane brain
But I’m still in here
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4. |
Pet Boy
01:41
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Chained in the yard
Put out on leash
Kicked in the ribs that are
Protruding beneath
I’ve got head in the dirt
I’ve got crust in my eyes
Waiting for hands
To stifle my cry
Cause I’m a pet boy
Pet boy
Pet boy
Pet boy
I’m your pet boy
Pet boy
Just a pet boy
Pet boy
Why don’t you kennel me
Spay or neuter me
I’m a stray
I can’t play
I’ll pay
A stray
Chained in the yard
Put out on leash
Head in the dirt
I’ve got crust in my eyes
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5. |
Grudges
01:09
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Running out of things to quit
Let’s go, ain’t dead yet
Grudges
I’m carrying Grudges
I’m full of Grudges
Grudges
Circling the drain
But I’ll go out standing
Grudges
I’m full of Grudges
Grudges
I’m carrying grudges
Under your microscope
I cannot cope
Cause I’ve got Grudges
I’m carrying of Grudges
I’m full of Grudges
Grudges
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6. |
Night Prowler
02:03
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20 in back
60 in front
Face like a desert
Ain’t been watered in months
No filter
Keeping it real
Nicotine voice
Got sex appeal
Night prowler
Night prowler
Headlights flashing
Cannot see
Silicon sirens
Got me weak in the knees
Stiletto heels
Cut straight to the bone
Good sense calling
Nobody’s home
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7. |
Mono Man
01:26
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I’m a mono man
I’m a mono man
Blank look on my face as I
Work to watch my life go by
The memo read I’m dead as they cart me off to die
Do you see this thing?
It’s what they want me to be.
Keep the eye on the prize
It’s the lie that I tell myself.
Manufacture lines keep perfect time
Building up soon to break me
Mono
I’m a mono man
I’m a mono man
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8. |
Skulk
01:35
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Well I lurk and I slink
And I’ve come to lead the weak
Infect like a cancerous sore
Charlatans make you beg for more
I penetrate and I skulk
Out of my hole I skulk
Pulling the strings I skulk
I skulk
Talking heads have prophesied
End times are near
Wind you up and capitalize
On your common fear
Praise airwaves
Praise airwaves
Amen
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9. |
I'm Your Man
01:46
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She's so savvy she's so secret
Give me one time and I'm going to please it
Talk to me from across the room
Baby I'm your man
I'm your man
I'm your man
Got my socket
Get it out of my pocket
Look again baby it's a rocket
I'll take you to the mall and I'll shop it
Ya you got the goods I'll cop it
Ya you go it, you got something I can't resist
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10. |
Stab Vest
01:06
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Stab vest
Stab vest
Can’t push the blade
Into my chest
Stab vest
Stab vest
Zip me up
Inside
Stab vest
Stab vest
Can’t push the blade
Into my chest
Stab vest
Stab vest
It’s where
I go to hide
Armor on
Dressed to kill
Crawling up
Your bloody hill
Try to
Bleed me
Hook me up
Feed me
Punch your mouth
Burn your house
Won’t leave me fucking
Hurting
Leave me fucking hurting
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11. |
Low Expectations
01:53
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(Am I late again I seem to have lost my way)
Don’t count on me
I’m not signed up
You’re petty bullshit
Really no one gives a fuck
Set you up for
No shelter
Low expectations
Apathy
Prepare for
Low expectations
Fulfill your
Blah blah blah you say
Blah blah blah
Out on your limb you sit
And you’re sharpening your saw
Did you think?
Did you think that I gave a shit?
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12. |
Wasted Abrasions
01:22
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Scabs on my knees
Scabs in my eyes
Scabs on wounds
I try to disguise
Fresh scabs
Keep me alive
Help me feel
Cover lies
They cover lies
They hide lies
Lies
The scars
Remind me of us
The putrid smell
Of rotting pus
Pink flesh
Trying to heal
Scabs cover up what
I cannot feel
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13. |
Put You In Traction
01:30
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You think you can hang mother fucker
Crack your bones
Blood you will taste
Car crash
Bodies smash
Sweat drips
Head wound gash
Train wreck
Amputate
Chew you up
It’s not too late
You thought you could hang tonight
You’re limping home mother fucker
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The Dilrods Spokane, Washington
30 minutes of cheap basement racket guaranteed to make you feel like Aunt Mildred’s dirty ashtray after a hot night of bingo bashing. A three piece of sticks, strings and spit wailing like a hound in heat. Put on your best pair of skivvies and get ready to be inseminated with earwax melting, amp rattling, PNW punk and roll. ... more
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