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Welcome to N. Sanity Beach
Who the fuck you trying to teach?
Break the box for Wumpa fruit
Fuck this shit Crash Bandicoot, GO!
Cortex you're a fuckin' dick
Give me back my mutant bitch
Tawna ain't you're fuckin' slave
Teach your creations to behave
Avoid the furry woodland creatures
We'll watch safely from the bleachers
Hit the box and get the mask
Shield Crash from every attack, GO!
These checkpoints are so fuckin' useless
They leave no room for excuses
Climb the falls, jump the log
Make a sequel Naughty Dog
I met a bugger, Ripper Roo
He raped me back to level 2
My fingers bleeding, eyes are numb
I feel this game has played me dumb, GO!
Fuck this shit Crash Bandicoot!
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Space Monkey
02:24
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Get ready Space Monkey, all systems go
Fly to the moon and back, that's all you need to know
Space Monkey! There's no time to waste!
So pack up your because it's time for space
Space Monkey! Space Monkey!
The monkey kissed his girl goodbye
Threw his poop and told her not to cry
Said that be would be back someday
Until then tell the kids my name
Space Monkey! Space Monkey! Space Monkey! Space Monkey!
The monkey was all prepped for launch
When a voice cracked through the com.
The monkey asked what the fuck is wrong!?
He said ground control to Major Tom!
Space Monkey!
Space Monkey!
The voice cracked through once again
The monkey knew he'd meet his end
Can't recognize this dark strange place
There are no bananas in outer space!
No bananas in space.
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I Wanna (Fuck Your Face)
00:44
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I Wanna Fuck Your Face
I wanna fuck your face..
Whats wrong with romance!?
I just wanna play pretend!
I don't wanna dance! I just wanna be your friend!
I just wanna fuck your face..
I Wanna Fuck Your Face
I wanna fuck your face..
Whats wrong with romance!?
I just wanna play pretend!
I don't wanna dance! I just wanna be your friend!
I just wanna fuck your face..
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Skateboard
01:38
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I just wanna ride my fuckin' skateboard
I don't give a fuck what the pigs think
I just want to bomb down the street
I don't give a fuck what you think
Don't care x 4
I just wanna ride my fuckin' skateboard
I don't give a fuck what the pigs think
I just want to bomb down the street
I don't give a fuck what you think
Don't care x4
I just wanna ride my fuckin' skateboard
I don't give a fuck what the pigs think
I just want to bomb down the street
I don't give a fuck what you think
I just wanna ride my fuckin' skateboard
I don't give a fuck what the pigs think
I just want to bomb down the street
I don't give a fuck what you think
Don't care x 4
I don't care x 4
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Fuck Work
02:56
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I'm sick and tired of being depressed
My life's a broken record and i'm uninterested
I need to find a way to get out of this hell
Some place I can be lazy that'll pay me well
Oh well, fuck that who needs a job
Don't wanna be a dishwasher or a fuckin cop
I'm a mess, a motherfuckin illness
Not to be consumed because i'm fuckin contagious
Remember when you could just be a kid?
Play outside and build forts is all we fuckin did
Now everything seems like it's gone to piss
But when your young, it still was, you were just ignorant
Well I feel i'm stuck in between an Archie comic and a porno magazine
My humanity just cannot be sold
Fuck work I wanna be eight years old.
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Breakdown
03:15
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If we go a drinkin' then we'll surely fight the floor
And if you fight this feeling, you can't feel love anymore
Well i'm drunk as fuck and angry, but i'm stronger than the lord
Oh well if your floor's your ceiling, you've got two feet out the door
And now and then I don't see the point
I've run out of time, and smoked all my joints
Collecting dust is all I do for fun
I'll be waiting outside for you in the sun
For breakfast, I had nothing and for lunch I had a smoke
I've lost all faith in this world and the next world is a joke!
Well whiskey's good for dinner as I sing myself to sleep
I've lost all motivation, except for anarchy
And now and then I don't see the point
I've run out of time, and smoked all my joints
Collecting dust is all I do for fun
I'll be waiting inside for you with a gun
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I wake up every morning and I have another smoke
And the boys downstairs they really like to toke, but I don't
I just like to smoke
Bring all your bottles up to number seven
That's not number five, number six or 11
Number seven, its bottle smoke heaven
Gimmie two or tree today, i'll give you tree tomorrow
But you'd better have some Friday because these are just to borrow
Hurgaduur, Hurgaduur
Been there for me ever since the smokin' blues
Oh well how you quittin' smokin'!? Sdmokin's never quit on you and that aint cool. No that aint cool.
Hey there buddy, wanna do a good deed?
Would you happen to have two or tree smokes for me..?
Oh, i shee.
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8. |
Rocket Fuel
03:56
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40 miles, no winks
And your ship can sink
I'll be watching from the rocks
Rocket fuel for blood
Drag my heart through the mud
As I listen to me talk
You can sugar fix a nervous twitch
To calm a restless mind
Just 1 cup is not enough
You'd better make it 9
I don't want no sleep at all
I just can't find the time of day
Is the sun coming up?
Or is it fading away?
I don't know, I can't recall
This one long day is growing dull
All dressed up with no place to go
I just don't know, I just don't know
I'm still alive
Stuck in overdrive
Annihilating human thought
Electric chair
Energy to spare
30,000 fuckin' watts
Heart attack in a can
Like crack in your hand
Recollecting what i've lost
Clean bill of health, your sleep and wealth
Your wings were given at a cost
I don't want no sleep at all
I just can't find the time of day
Is the sun coming up?
Or is it fading away?
I don't know, I can't recall
This one long day is growing dull
All dressed up with no place to go
I just don't know, I just don't know
I just don't know, I just don't know
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Primenine Halifax, Nova Scotia
Three Piece punk rock band from Halifax, Nova Scotia.
decedents of space
monkey.
Guitar and Lead Vocals - Jeremy Caillié
Drums - Kyle Fraser
Bass and Vocals - Jayson LeMoine
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