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Pot Captain 2
02:22
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Pot Captain is here
There’s no need to jeer
Because you’ll get fucked in the rear
And possibly raped in the ear
Potato, Potatoes
I don’t understand
Why you make such a deal
About this suck ass time
Just call Pot Captain
Potato, Potatoes
Pot Captain is here
Never enough time to fear
Try to make a buck or two
And call Pot Captain
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2. |
Wrapper in the Corner
02:51
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Wrapper in the Corner (x8)
Something threw it down
It flew down gently
Landing on
The wood floor
New fire hazard
Not in containment
Sitting right there
On the floor
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3. |
Spider Fuzzy Logic
05:04
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Nice one
Caught a glare
On a stair
Try to fall down
Can’t fall down
There are rails
To hold on
There’s a crate
To slip inside to
And there’s fusia
Crayons inside
Nice Bug collection
Under your stare
I like the foam
It’s been raining
For quite a while
Flash Floods
Up your ass
Semen is spreading
Impregnating
The ants
In your ass
There’s a spider on the floor crawling towards my guitar…
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4. |
Samsung Babies
02:22
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You take the stairs up through the basement
And then you microwave some fritos
Time to eat them with the movie
Playing in the bitchin back yard.
Time to eat them in the back yard – in the back yard
Time to eat the fritos in the back yard- in the back yard
I take comfort in wet paint
Can’t seem to figure it out
But when it’s time to see the movie
All the fumes spread inward
Time to take a break
And make some babies
With Samsung TV’s
Babies everywhere
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5. |
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The man liked to swim
Up the river for fresh din
He threw a Frag out!
To kill all that stood
Vomiting from the sky
Came a piece of machinery
Hit him square on the temple
Got him mad
He threw a Frag out!
To crack it in bits
Grenade made not a peep
He saw no dust
There was no denying
What hit him in the head
A green Manifold
Hit his head
He threw a frag out!
To crack it in bits
Grenade made not a peep
He saw no dust
He threw a frag out!
To crack it in bits.
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I died last night
Still stuck in the basement
I’m zipped up in a body bag
So I can’t move
Shit..
I can’t move
Because I’m dead
And I’m in a body bag
I’m slowly decaying
In the dark
Heavy Boxes suddenly
Fall on to me
I can’t think
No more
Because I’m dead
And I’m in a body bag
Blood is in
The Water
No Escape
You’re Dead
Feeling with my body
I’m still in a bag
But found something
Luckily chewing
It was a rat on the bag
Chewed clean through
The bag
So I start twitching
Twitched through it swell
I get up to flee
Bones shattering
My body is no more
No
Body
To use any more
Guess I’ll have to go to bed
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7. |
Why Technic Flea
04:28
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No communication!
I’m the abomination.
Answer my call!
Answer my call!
Blip blop
I remember a day that wasn’t grey
But you may not know
I remember a day that wasn’t grey
You tell me what I think
I tell you what you think
You tell me what you think
I tell you what I think
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8. |
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1-2-3 eh
Where is the Body?
It’s all on the floor.
Can’t see the body.
Can’t make it out.
Sub Sandches for everyone
While orders are carried out
To clean up this mess
Gotta run and clean this mess
1-2-3 eh
Cleaning this mess
Found a Fetus
Oh my goodness goodness goodness goodness goodness goodness goodness
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Do you wanna help me now
Or help me later
There’s a knob here somewhere
Lost it across the tracks
It is here somewhere ((((2) I just know it))))
But without your help
Might as well Call
Call
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10. |
Awaiting Tape Time
03:37
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11. |
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My name is Drew McConnell and this is my solo project, Dead Zebra.
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