1. |
But I Love You
06:02
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I can't stand your bearded look
That scraggly scruff I've had enough
I can't stand your fixie bike
Your black stretch jeans your tennis shoes
There's not a lot I like about you
You ain't no mountain man you're just a trendy bird's nest
I can't stand myself, or anyone else
I can't stand myself, or anyone else
I can't stand that hippy look
What a bunch of cruds that hippy look
See that smell hanging in the air
Check out the maiden with the flaxen hair
It ain't that town no more, you didn't change nothing, no!
I can't stand myself, or anyone else
I can't stand myself, or anyone else
You would be a freak of nature if it weren't for everyone just like you
You would be a freak of nature if it weren't for everyone just like you
You would be a freak of nature if it weren't for everyone just like you
...but you're not
Hey Mr. Skateboard, hey Mr. Mohawk
You think you're really somethin', I see a lot of nothin'
I'm not trending so I'm not friending
I can't stand myself, or anyone else
I can't stand myself, or anyone else
I can't stand myself, or anyone else
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2. |
Push Monkey
03:30
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Charming' darlin', don't squeeze the Charmin (squeeze)
Tender surrender, your secret garden (shhh)
There she goes down the hall unaware of it all
You're too young to say
Smell its head... smell it!
Erotic friction, sparks the ignition
Act of contrition, sublime submission
Push! Push monkey
Push! Push monkey
There she goes down the hall unaware of it all
You're too young to say
Smell its head... smell it!
Smell its head... smell it!
Erotic friction, sparks the ignition
Act of contrition, sublime submission
Push! Push monkey
Push! Push monkey
Push! Push monkey
Push! Push monkey
Push!
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3. |
I Know Everything
03:14
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Just like a crocodile you always seem to smile
But we both know teeth do more than flash
I've been thinking for a while not to disrespect reptiles
But there's too much slither in your dash
Noah loaded up the ark he did it two by two
Looks like you missed the boat too bad for you
I know everything and one thing I know is I know that I know that I'm better than you
If you know everything you know that you know that I know that you know that it's true
Your cynical expressions give me clinical depression
I just don't know what to do
And so I tore my eyes out and then I pulled my tongue off
When I should have just turned off the tube
No no no no no Van Gough's got nothing on me
I will suffer for art but no for thee
'Cause I know everything and one thing I know is I know that I know that I'm better than you
If you know everything you know that you know that I know that you know that it's true
Now all across the nation there's a situation of people analyzing the scene
I read it in my paper, I watch it on my TV, I see it in the magazines
Hindsight is 20-20 with a fuzzy memory and that's the way it always will be
So go ahead and take it you can rearrange it, it doesn't really matter to me
Feel free to see, you'll see
That I know everything and one thing I know is I know that I know that I'm better than you
If you know everything you know that you know that I know that you know that it's true
That I know everything and one thing I know is I know that I know that I'm better than you
If you know everything you know that you know that I know that you know that you don't
No you don't!
It's true, I'm better than you
I'm better than you, and you, and you, and you, so there!
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4. |
Cuddles
03:39
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Cuddles at night
A kiss in the morning
Get home from work
She sits in my lap
Hold her tight
She keeps me warm
She shit the bed
When I'm waking from my nap
Eyes in the dark following me
Eyes in the night over my body
Eyes at the door eyes at the window
Eyes looking through me right into my soul
In the winter, watching the world
From the window dreaming all day long
And she's sleeping all the day long
Shredded boxes litter the floor
Busted shoelace, she shit the bed
At the doorway yawning again
Curling up to lie in the sun
On her back with her belly spread... shit
Cuddles at night
A kiss in the morning
Get home from work
She sits in my lap
Hold her tight
She keeps me warm
She shit the bed
My baby's a hell cat
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5. |
T-Pot
04:14
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A thousand cuts make love and tea
A thousand cuts you know between the sheets
You watch it brew, you watch it steep
Better beware of what's underneath
When the fire's too hot, the pot boils over
When the fire's too hot, honey watch them coals
When the fire's too hot, then the pot boils over
When the fire's too hot, look out honey I'm gonna explode
I love you now, and alway will
Our arguments have become such a thrill
Our love is strong like a heart attack
I'm not afraid of a knife in my back
When the fire's too hot, the pot boils over
When the fire's too hot, honey watch them coals
When the fire's too hot, then the pot boils over
When the fire's too hot, look out honey I'm gonna explode
Hot! Hot! Hot! Baby you're so hot!
Hot! Hot! Hot! Baby I'm so hot!
Hot! Hot! Hot! And the fire is hot!
Hot! Hot! Hot! And the love is hot!
Hot! Hot! Hot! Lovin' you and fightin' baby all night long
Hot! Hot! Hot! Fightin' your loving lovin' all night long
Hot! Hot! Hot! Love me baby beat me baby love me now
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6. |
Theme of THïTH
06:27
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We are THïTH, and don't you forget it!
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Charming' darlin', don't squeeze the Charmin (squeeze)
Tender surrender, your secret garden (shhh)
There she goes down the hall unaware of it all
You're too young to say
Smell its head... smell it!
Erotic friction, sparks the ignition
Act of contrition, sublime submission
Push! Push monkey
Push! Push monkey
There she goes down the hall unaware of it all
You're too young to say
Smell its head... smell it!
Smell its head... smell it!
Erotic friction, sparks the ignition
Act of contrition, sublime submission
Push! Push monkey
Push! Push monkey
Push! Push monkey
Push! Push monkey
Push!
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We are THïTH, and don't you forget it!
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THïTH San Francisco, California
Musical hooligans with an eye towards sleepwear; punk rockers in PJs. Serious musicians who take nothing seriously. THïTH are pajama-clad cherry pickers who steal, we mean borrow, liberally from hard rock, punk, metal, alternative, stoner rock, blues, pop, grunge, and genres that have yet to be defined - a riotous party that spills over from the stage. With THïTH, less is more, but more is better! ... more
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