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You don't think big
You don't think small
You don't think at all
It's a wild and crazy world out there
And you won't see it it, if you stare
At a fucking TV all day long.
Get outside, put down the bong.
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None. We weren't saying words.
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Pennies
01:06
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Says take a penny
but you took too many
And now you're bing chased.
By the FBI, the CIA...
They're going to spray your eyes with mace.
How do you like your life in your prison cell?
Took too many pennies now you're in jail.
Going to be in there for the rest of your life.
No more mom, no more dad, not even your wife.
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Hired, Fired, Quit
02:12
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Say I'm late I say you're bald
And you tell me I'm out of a job.
I don't care about what you say
Shut up and give me my fucking pay(check)
Tired of this fucking place.
Sick of this job!
Then I usually did some sort of Rev. Norb style rant about 9-5 jobs.
I don't like this job anymore
I'm gonna go to my bosses door
Plant a pipebomb in his head
And watch the money rain red
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5. |
Squaredanse Macabre
01:11
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Take off your scarf
Take off your boots
We're going to the square dance tonight!
All that mod shits gotta go
We're going to the square dance tonight!
Put on your hat
Put on those boots
We're going to the square dance tonight!
Note: Only until now did I notice that I was talking about two different types of boots? How would the listener know?
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I.C.U.
01:47
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I see you
you see me
Then I stab you in the neck and watch you bleed.
You ask "why?"
I say "die!"
Then I drag you outside and watch you bleed.
(another great song by an eighteen-year-old angsty kid)
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xThat Guyx
02:00
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I don't remember the lyrics. But somewhere it mentioned something like
"You should stop being so mean, and protect the other kids in your scene"
And I know the last line was
"I hope your tattoo's poison your blood"
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NES Thrash
01:02
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The only part I remember is
"Where's my Bubble Bobble? Gimmie back my games!"
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Song 2 (XBXRX)
01:46
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What's the point then?
If you got nothing to say?
The one and only (?)
If you got nothing to say.
_____ got something to say
_____ got something to say
I got something to say
You got nothing to say hey.
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10. |
Keyboard Demo Outro
00:32
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You don't think big
You don't think small
You don't think at all
It's a wild and crazy world out there
And you won't see it it, if you stare
At a fucking TV all day long.
Get outside, put down the bong.
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Take your ecstasy and go away
Take off your wings and fly away
Take your glowstick and stick it up your "A".
Because I don't really wanna go to the rave.
I don't wanna go to the rave tonight.
I don't wanna go to the rave any night (x2)
(Wow, nineteen year old me was a poet)
I'm surrounded by a bunch of zombies (x100)
::screaming::
note: I always changed the order of that verse depending on what part I remembered first.
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Retro Spectro Fort Worth, Texas
Retro-Spectro was a band that existed in Fort Worth TX in the early 2000s. We were a noisy punk band with keyboards who
drank Tampico, wore Members Only Jackets and sometimes we wore Disneyworld 3D glasses.
Anthony - Beeps
Dustin - Axe
Dusty - Beats
Rick - Vocalizer
... more
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