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Radiant Dude
02:45
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Today was a good day
Didn't have to call you before I came
Everything seemed to fall right into place
Nothing had changed
Stitched on Sequins
Reflecting beams
I am a radiant dude
Bought flowers on the corner of Colfax and Lipan
I wish I glittered when I walked
My body's workin' great
Like I was eight
Saw your neighbor's watching Footlose
Saw him in the Catskills, wearing his new boots
Saw your neighbor's watching Footloose
Saw him in the Catskills, hunting his new mood
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They're always walking on their hands
Loudest drunks, the fastest friends
They're always tugging on their dicks
Saying always what they're meaning
Well, What's a cowboy to do,
When he's run out of Hamms and lost a can of chew
Walk down to the corner store and ask them,
"Have you seen my dog or any of my friends... please?"
Our friends are tossin back,
A case of beer and smoking crack
Writing haikus and watching Fox News
The case is gone, you're throwing up dinner in the lawn
I ask you to leave, but you eat paint chips and skin your knees
What's a cowboy to do,
When he's got some shit on his boots
Sippin on whiskey and howling at the moon
Wondering if I'm gonna leave and how soon.
I wanna live like Barney Rubble
A wife, a kid and a dinosaur
Missouri has cheap speed
Missouri has barbecue and speed
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Slobber
02:34
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I pick my scabs
You found some guy to fuck in the back
I ask you why
You said he had dope coconuts
I never loved you
While crushing cans
You used to slobber on my sleeves
On weekday benders
You used to fuck me in disbelief
You used to paint some pictures
Of who you said you'd rather be
Now I paint pictures,
Of who i said I thought I'd be
I never loved you
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Yams and Meat
03:08
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Corner my yams and meats
Thought I'd die laying at your feet
Found god laying underneath
Your car, your hands, your feet
Your car, your hands, your sheets
I can't find
The beef
I can't find the beef
Corner my dinners please
My house smells like weed and feet
Found god laying underneath
Your car, your hands, your feet
Your car, your hands, my sheets
I can't find
The beef
I can't find the beef
I can't find the beef
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Pat Smell
05:10
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I choked a man who swung and hit me in the eye
I dropped my gun, I swore he had a knife
Hop's just as fucked up, you try to read me my signs
I scream at all of you, I know that someone could die
I know that someone could die
I slept outside
Picking ticks from my burnt lips and crying
Only dogs sleep outside
I swore I was too drunk to wake up and cry
Dozens of hours the cops wouldn't leave the site
I choke back my dinner - a burger and fries
I scream at all of you, someone speak to me right
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Tall Boys Kansas City, Missouri
Two tall boys from Kansas City Missouri who play loud, fuzzy emotional jammers about gettin hit, taking shit and trying to stay radiant dudes through it.
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