1. |
The Moo.d
03:30
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Local bastards streaming coast to coast
One got smoked and then the one got toasted
Palominos hulking down the road
Never cared to bet on stupid horses
Now the devil is the centerfold
We're jilling off to things that he anointed
Print it out before they take our loads
Sheriff Thomas that the lord appointed
And I don't know what it's like
To go outside
In the shadow of your cruci-fiction
Why am I always just the limp wrist bitch man
Buy into all of your letting writing campaigns
It's hard to sow your marigolds when everyday is pouring rain
What's the M-O-O-dot-D
The M-O-O-dot-D
How would you torture me?
If hell was your domain
And I'm so decentralized
I'm vapor lines
Don't give a fuck about no Cassidy or Cecily
I'll blow my dad before I'm cancelling an honest freak
Go whistle to the dogs, and find a lesser fresher meat
Hurried words can make you insanely famous
Heard you registered and zeroed the blacklist
Seen a screenshot where you broke down
And you confessed that everything is nastiness
And everyone is out for vengeance
What's the M-O-O-dot-D
The M-O-O-dot-D
The M-O-O-dot-D
The M-O-O-dot-D
The M-O-O-dot-D
The M-O-O-dot-D
The M-O-O-dot-D
The M-O-O-dot-D
And why do the warblers cry
Before it's light
The M-O-O-dot-D
The M-O-O-dot-D
The M-O-O-dot-D
The M-O-O-dot-D
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2. |
Play to Lose
03:06
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This is my heartbeat
Against your frame
I wanna push this hurting to someone else
I wanna spend three summers below your belt
This is the last week
I'll speak your name
I wanna blast you out and blow you off
And if you touch my son they'll carry your coffin like
Oh, this place is not a place of honor
Nothing is valued here
You got a dangerous body
It just might kill me
God, I wanna step on you
Crush you
Beneath my boot
I wanna hold you
Control you
Ignore your moods
I wanna learn all your
Passions
And make them moot
I wanna hose you
Expose you
Let's play to lose
God, I wanna step on you
Crush you
Beneath my boot
I wanna hold you
Control you
Ignore your moods
I wanna learn all your
Passions
And make them moot
I wanna hose you
Expose you
Let's play to lose
This is the last year
That things will be okay
Oh, I just can't take the way you sway
I wanna dig my claws and cut your face
I think I'll keep you
In a safer space
I heard three shots ring out at dawn
You better cover your ears when daddy's gone like
Oh, start to think that we are goners
Wanna know if war is near
I got a dangerous hobby
But it's so thrilling
God, I wanna step on you
Crush you
Beneath my boot
I wanna hold you
Control you
Ignore your moods
I wanna learn all your
Passions
And make them moot
I wanna hose you
Expose you
Let's play to lose
God, I wanna step on you
Crush you
Beneath my boot
I wanna hold you
Control you
Ignore your moods
I wanna learn all your
Passions
And make them moot
I wanna hose you
Expose you
Let's play to lose
God, I wanna step on you
I wanna hold you
I wanna learn all your
Passions
I wanna hose you
I wanna hose you
God, I wanna step on you
Crush you
I wanna hold you
Control you
I wanna learn all your
Passions
I wanna hose you
Expose you
Let's play to lose
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3. |
Cartoon
03:25
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You're a joke you're a cartoon
Everyone laughs at you
It doesn't matter 'bout your clothes
Or your face
Or the way you say your name
Everybody knows that it's true
You're a cartoon
Remember when you were a poet
Writing truth to fight your demons
But the songs got too familiar
To anyone who'd listen to your plight
Then the demons stole the real you
Now you're a dog in a scrappy fight
Like a ghost in the rear view
You're a joke you're a cartoon
Everyone laughs at you
It doesn't matter 'bout your clothes
Or your face
Or the way you say your name
Everybody knows that it's true
You're a cartoon
Some real-ass old news
It doesn't matter 'bout your look
Or your style
Or the sides try to hide
Everybody knows that it's true
You're a cartoon
Remember when you gave yourself away
For even less than pennies by the play
But the money doesn't keep you right
When all the pills effect you on the side
You talk big like there's something to prove
In this game, it's play to lose
You ain't got no truth to spew
You're a joke you're a cartoon
Everyone laughs at you
It doesn't matter 'bout your clothes
Or your face
Or the way you say your name
Everybody knows that it's true
You're a cartoon
Some real-ass old news
It doesn't matter 'bout your look
Or your style
Or the sides try to hide
Everybody knows that it's true
You're a cartoon
I need a little space to wander
Don't hit me with your stupid hammer
I really thought we were getting somewhere
But I was fooled
You're a joke you're a cartoon
Everyone laughs at you
It doesn't matter 'bout your clothes
Or your face
Or the way you say your name
Everybody knows that it's true
You're a cartoon
Some real-ass old news
It doesn't matter 'bout your look
Or your style
Or the sides try to hide
Everybody knows that it's true
You're a cartoon
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4. |
Better Guy
03:13
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I get so drunk, it's true
That I can barely move
My lips are turning blue
My soul is heavy too
My posting is anonymized
And nobody would dare identify
And if you came across my sight
Then maybe I could do a ten to life
I got my eye on you
You better watch your moves
And if we think this through
I know just what I'll do
And you could be a better guy
And maybe I could privatize your life
I'll sell you for the highest price
We'll be signing contracts over wine
The cruelest ones get canonized
So maybe I could use a little spite
We're moving towards our paradise
And you could be a better guy
You need a fall from grace
You're like the king of pain
I'll find the time and place
To keep you in your lane
And you could be a better guy
And maybe I could privatize your life
I'll sell you for the highest price
We'll be signing contracts over wine
The cruelest ones get canonized
So maybe I could use a little spite
We're moving towards our paradise
And you could be a better guy
And you could be a better guy
And you could be a better guy
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5. |
Vicious Cycle
02:03
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The haters only live in my head
I mostly live at my desk
Yeah, you know, it's a vicious cycle
Maybe I'll get out of my room
Maybe if I'm in the mood
I ain't low
I'm just suicidal
Come unglued
I watch the moon
The vision only lives in my head
The words come out of my chest
Yeah, you know, it's a vicious cycle
I'd like to think that we could be friends
If we just tried it again
And I was a whole different person
You could take me under your wing
And maybe teach me to sing
And we'd fight against evil forces
Cause a coup
I'll worship you
The version of us lives in my head
I touch myself to it regularly
While you speak so sweetly
Maybe we can talk about me
Then we can talk about you
We don't have to talk about me
I love to talk about you
Maybe we can talk about me
Then we can talk about you
We don't have to talk about me
I love to talk about you
Maybe if we get to our feet
Then we can get to the moon
Maybe we can talk about me
Then we can talk about you
We don't have to talk about me
I love to talk about you
Maybe we can talk about me
Then we can talk about you
We don't have to talk about me
I love to talk about you
Maybe if we get to our feet
Then we can get to the moon
We don't have to talk about me
Talk about you
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6. |
Mutuals
03:11
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Hung up at night
I'm fucked on the wine
A little bit
High as a kite
I'm checking your vibe
And loving it
I like your post
You're doing the most
I ain't doing shit
It's masochistic
A little bit
Where do you go
When you don't have your phone
Are you a loner
Throw me a bone
I'm tapping my toes
A roller coaster
I need to know
Just how you perform
You're shirtless, oh no
I get a boner
I wanna be mutuals
Feel the habit form
I get so sensual
You're my chemical
I'm not just a reply guy
I could be the right guy
Whose mixing your Mai Tai
Or shaking it
Making my moves
I'll worship your boots
I'll give you head
As long as you prove
That you bought the Gaga track
I'm not just in your DMs
Though you never see them
Like you don't see me
At the waterfront
You're drinking Fox Piss
I'm getting jealous
Of your crew
Wanna believe
That you could see me like
I wanna be mutuals
It's so magical
I get so drunk I fall
Into loving arms
I wanna be mutuals
You get me kinda hard
And when my mind gets going
I wanna be mutuals
All the right-wing boys
With their left-wing girls
All the left-wing boys
With their right-wing girls
All the pretty souls in the universe
I could take you home if you want my curse
All the right-wing boys
With their left-wing girls
All the left-wing boys
With their right-wing girls
I could make you bad, I could make you worse
All the lonely hearts wanna get there first
All the right-wing boys
With their left-wing girls
All the left-wing boys
With their right-wing girls
I could make you bad, I could make you worse
All the lonely hearts wanna get there first
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7. |
Shackled!
00:47
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When you’re shackled to love
It comes with a binding of trust
And somehow the bleeding don’t stop
In part from a moment of lust
When you’re shackled to love
It comes with a binding of trust
And somehow the bleeding don’t stop
In part from a moment of lust
When you’re shackled to love
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8. |
Hole in the Ceiling
03:35
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When I saw your post
I knew that you were stressing
Left a little note
That could really keep you guessing
You walked in here
When you knew I was undressing
A couple bad years
Really makes a girl depressing
I saw your ghost
Across the room
You left me for the coast
And I blessed you with the fumes
And I kinda get the blues
When these parties are for two
Hey pretty girl
How are you feeling?
You can rock the world
Punch a hole in the ceiling
If you can make the most
Of yesterday
How’s it gonna go
When the bill’s no longer paid
When the visions start to fade
And there’s no more world to save
Get a penny stock
Or maybe four
Make a couple bucks
Off the Second Second World War
A mattress by the door
And parties on your floor
Rolling down the street
In your used LaSabre
Gotta hit ‘em with the honk
And the bop shoo bop shoo bop
How low we fall
Got my heart reeling
A picture on the wall
And a hole in the ceiling
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9. |
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Maybe I could be in your band
I'll play the drum or the congo
Maybe I should lend you a hand
Like I would have done long ago
I know you think of me
When I am out of town
I hear you whisper your love
Maybe I could be in your band
I know it's hard to find the right ones who can play your silly chords
And you're all girls
And I'm nonbinary, masc mostly
It wouldn't match the type
A genderfluid bongo playing dude
In a two piece suit
While you're all punks
My vibe would kill the mood
But I know you think of me
When you play out of town
I hear your voice from the bus
Maybe I could be in your band
It's hard though
I shoot quick, I never land
That's my problem
But I know you want to
I'll get inside of you
I'll be your toy on the drums
Maybe I could be in your band
I know it's hard to sing and play guitar when there's an open bar
And too many fruits
Who cannot pay to make your friggin' loot
I'm a classy guy
Working doors is something I don't mind
But I'll always pine
To read your pretty set list from behind
I'd rather save face
Just put me on bass
You'll hold my roots in your hand
Maybe I could be in your band
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10. |
I'm Still Waiting
03:30
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I hope your clout's protection
When we're disconnected
Wake up and find that the
Massive solar flare
Wasn't all you had to care about
I really am scared
But I hide it much better than you
Believing lies
That the call came from inside
I'm not better than you
At least you played the game
When the blackout came and neutered truth
I really am scared
Were the people that you stepped on really the evil few
I know that an army of lies
Means a passionate form of abuse
And if you want a hot take
They are not much better than you
I'm still waiting
For the day that's breaking
When we're off our screens
We're on the same team
We're on the same team
We're all the same
I hope you like your ego
When you're Viggo in The Road
When we're not cannibalistic
Life can be a carnival
I really am scared
But I hide it much better than you
Wake up and find
That we're perfect on the inside
Even if a little unscrewed
I know I keep on asking
Can you tell me what's the mood?
I really am scared
Someone doesn't want us talking
I bet there's a breeze to shoot
A target blowing through life
Is a desperate war to lose
You played though
Want a hot date
We can skate straight out of your blues
I'm still waiting
For the day that's breaking
When we're off our screens
We're on the same team
We're on the same team
We're all the same
I'm still waiting
For the day that's breaking
When we're off our screens
We're on the same team
We're on the same team
We're all the same
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11. |
Control
02:51
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We could die by morning
And bleed out in the cold
We didn't heed their warning
This town can turn you old
But I am not it's ghost
I won't die in this hole
Oh no
I'm gonna reach the shore
'Cause I am in control
I play guitar while you sing
We're ready to record
I won't have time for everything
But loving you is gold
Let's head out for the coast
I won't die in this hole
Oh no
I'm gonna reach the shore
'Cause I am in control
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12. |
Versailles
02:17
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Can't change the color of my fur
Otherwise I am in control
Can't change the bruises on my paw
I am still here and they're all gone
I wake up to the sound of oceans wide
Break me down and make a whole new life
I just wanna rifle through your files
Take me in the garden of Versailles
Can't shake the rhythm of my flaws
Disappear for years like I'm Leaf Dubois
Can't change the motion of the tides
I want a replay but the ref is time
I wake up to a social suicide
Shake me up and shackle me real tight
I devise a vengeful vulpicide
Take me in the garden of Versailles
One day we're never gonna wake up
So grab your dress and do your make up
We're only ghosts
When we don't finish business
Coast to coast
We're close to kismet
Some way the world is gonna heal from
The toxic bleeding our ear drums
Make the most of
What you've got
When meeting all
Your counterparts
Someone's been here with you right?
Nude in the tomb of Versailles
I know where you go when you die
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13. |
The En.d (of The Moo.d)
02:57
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I feel safe for all I've lost
When I blink the moment stops
But I don't need a reprise in my life
I feel pressured not to scream
It's like I'm bursting at the seams
I come and go but can't control the lights
But if I told you what I'm waiting for I'd
It's stupid
Excuse me
It's the end of the world or something
Don't do that
You'll lose it
It's the end of the world
Parasocial laundry lines
What's it's like, I cannot define
Oh, please don't play that reprise one more time
Of the M-O-O-dot-D
Always thought I'd make the cut
I never did, who cares, so what?
At least I got to kick it at its height
But if I told you what I'm hoping for I'd
It's stupid
Excuse me
It's the end of the world or something
Don't do that
You'll lose it
It's the end of the world
I wanna be the bassist in your band
At the end of the world
The end of the world
I wanna be the bassist in your band
At the end of the world
The end of the world
The end of the world
The end of the world
The end of the world
The end of the world
The end of the world
The end of the world
The end of the world
The end of the world
The end of the world
The end of The Moo.d
The end of The Moo.d
The end of The Moo.d
The end of the album
The end of The Moo.d
The end of The Moo.d
The end of The Moo.d
The end of the album
The end of the
It's stupid
Excuse me
It's the end of the world or something
Don't do that
You'll lose it
It's the end of the world
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Dima Foxpaws Dayton, Ohio
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