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Check Out The...
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Big Brain On Brad
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Look at the big brain on Brad x2
Don’t take him seriously, you might just wish you had
Look at the big brain on Brad
He’s coming at me, from across the venue, says man I really liked your show. Rockin’ JNCO jeans and a POD hoody, says figured you would, but you didn’t blow. You ever need a bass, I know a guy. Don’t play a lick but I’ll sure as hell try. Years later I had a need, he slappa da bass and he look real mean. He takes the stage like a hellion fiend.
Look at the big brain on Brad x2
Prefers his ladies to be smart and semi clad
Look at the big brain on Brad
Not long after, Brad needs a fresh new start, he’s got a girl that’ll break his heart. Works his ass off and learns a brand new trade. He lands a job and becomes self-made. Not looking to be betrayed, in need of a life upgrade, not drinkin’ the damn kool aid, takes lemons and makes lemonade. You might have guessed but, allow me to persuade, look at the big brain on Brad
Look at the big brain on Brad x2
Can’t count on friends but he can count on his comrades
Look at the big brain on Brad
Words of wisdom, come from the mouth of Brad, sit down and take out a notepad. We’re all better off if we can get along, we’re all allowed to be wrong. Don’t come at me with, a point you wanna make if your tattoos are broken and your wallet is busted and you haven’t made good decisions, come correct to avoid derision. I’ve got my life to live, goodbye.
Gonna rise up from the ashes, grow a beard and thick mustaches. Don a pair of safety glasses, about to beat some fascist asses. What I learned can’t get from classes, education for the masses, bring a beat down for the racists, while I flirt with red haired lasses.
Look at the big brain on Brad x2
Can’t count on friends but he can count on his comrades, prefers his ladies to be smart and semi clad, can’t count on friends but he can count on his comrades, he’s the kind of friend you thought you wish you had, Look at the big brain on Brad
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Sharp silver shark skin suit, silver boots, slinging dollars on the tiddies of the strippers at the tiddy bar. Money on the table, check your wallet, tip your hat. Your wife and kids are at home, they don’t know who you are or where you’re at. You think you’ve got a fat wallet, but what you’ve got is an empty heart.
Fat Wallets and Empty Hearts
Dancing on the internet for all the thirsty masses, looking for connection among all the tits and asses. Raise enough hope and you’ll surely increase your wealth. Make your tips and touch yourself but you forget your mental health. You think you’ve got a fat wallet, but what you’ve got is an empty heart.
Fat Wallets and Empty Hearts
Congregation eating from the palm of your hand, pass a plate and leave a tip it’s all a part of gods plan. Riches and glory and heavenly wealth, why wait till you are dead when you can have it all now. You think you’ve got a fat wallet, but what you’ve got is an empty heart.
Fat Wallets and Empty Hearts
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Spooky Girl
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I’m laying in bed at night and I’m singing along to our favorite records, I hear you knocking in time on the other side of the wall. Get up and rush around the corner, the room is empty and I don’t see you. I catch your scent on the air and it makes me smile.
I’ve got a photograph of you on my nightstand. I might be in love with a spooky girl. I see your face show up in the strangest places. I must be in love with a spooky girl.
A tap on the shoulder or a laugh in the dark, a message in your breath on the window. People find it kinda creepy, but it tugs on my heart. The way you sneak up on me makes me shiver, straight up my spine. You’ll never find me getting over your faintly glowing supernatural smile.
I’ve got a photograph of you on my nightstand. I might be in love with a spooky girl. I see your face show up in the strangest places. I must be in love with a spooky girl.
Whatever would I do without you to get me through the things I don’t want to do when you’re not around. Time goes so fast, can’t live in the past. I’m older than you now when I saw you last. Carrying your coffin as we laid you to rest.
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Poker With Joe
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All aboard red eye from Pittsburgh, drinks flowing on this bird. Can’t sleep anticipation, cash money motivation. Time past, first class, gimmie some of that stimulation. Bright lights, window seats, suffocating desert heat. Hop in the limousine, next stop the Vegas scene. Cash in, lets sin, ready for that night to begin
Whoa-oh-oh, Poker with Joe x2
Just goes to show that you don’t know how your luck will go, gotta get that dough
Whoa-oh-oh, Poker with Joe
Swimming pools, movie stars, Freemont strolls won’t get you far. Wasting time on bubble ponies, plastic cups of silver monies. Stiff drinks, saw bucks, take a seat and test your luck. Bingo, black jack and craps, I don’t want none of that. Max fun on slot machines, won’t scratch that itch by no means. Watch that cash flow, I’m here for poker with Joe
Whoa-oh-oh, Poker with Joe x2
Just goes to show that you don’t know how your luck will go, gotta get that dough
Whoa-oh-oh, Poker with Joe
Long legs, low cut dress. Blonde hair and a real hot mess. She takes the seat between, and hits a hard 18. I think she’s here for poker, I start to lose composure. Stack of chips running low, hands slide up her thigh real slow. She leans in, smell her perfume, hints at a rendezvous. He nods and I wink, we take the party up to his room.
Whoa-oh-oh, Poker with Joe x2
Just goes to show that you don’t know how your luck will go, gotta get that dough
Whoa-oh-oh, Poker with Joe
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Crisp High Five
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Sticky fingers lick your lips, take advantage then you slip, grab the goods and then you skip down to a brand new town. You got me fair and square, and left me worse for wear. C’mon and throw that hand up in the air.
How bout a crisp high five, to the face with a brick I hope you know you make me sick. How bout a crisp high five, show your face catch a fist you probably think that you’re real slick.
My, my I must inquire, how the mighty do perspire. All that effort is required to inspire, love thy neighbor shan’t expire when you catch that holy ghost fire. Throw one up high and then down low, you prey on those who are too slow.
How ‘bout a crisp high five, to the face with a brick I hope you know you make me sick. How ‘bout a crisp high five, to dislodge all the shit up in your head that makes you thick. How bout a crisp high five, make believe, take your leave, go somewhere else and spread your shit. How bout a crisp high five.
Keep your fingers in the jar a little longer, every day the hate grows stronger. Drive your wedge and plant your spike, stake your claim and make her yours. Congratulations sir, you’ve done persuaded her. I do believe you’re owed a crisp high five.
How ‘bout a crisp high five, to the face with a brick I hope you know you make me sick. How ‘bout a crisp high five, work your charm, wag your dick, your disposition is phallic. How bout a crisp high five, she takes space in your heart like something sharp and metallic. How bout a crisp high five.
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Go To Hell
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When I was a young boy, every Sunday went to school. They taught me how to not have sex and abide the golden rule. But as I grew I learned the truth in time it turned in to: Do it unto others, before they do it unto you.
Life became a rat race to avoid the flames of hell. So many ways to miss the mark as far as I could tell. Those friends I lost to dogma, they thought I’d burn as well. Somebody somewhere believes you’re going to hell.
Creation and redemption and infinite damnation. Could our eternal fate be tied so close to circumcision? God must be up there staring down our mess of indecision. Somebody somewhere believes you’re going to hell.
Go to hell x8
Somebody somewhere believes you’re going to hell.
Guess I’ll live my best life smoking cigars, drinkin’ whisky. Flirting with the young girls, and sometimes getting frisky. Doesn’t matter what you believe, I’ll be going out in style. Somebody somewhere believes you’re going to hell.
Go to hell x8
Somebody somewhere believes you’re going to hell.
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The Sneaky Heat Missiles Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
The Sneaky Heat Missiles: an unapologetic force challenging toxic societal norms with their ska-infused sound combining
punk, rock, and metal influences. Their scathing lyrics can be heard fearlessly address religion, racism, capitalism, failed relationships, crooked preachers, toxic work culture and more.
[Rick, Cai, Adam, Josh, Ed, 'n Becca]
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