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Dick Jokes

by Ill Manor

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1.
Your cake's fucking stupid You're weak and inhuman You're holdin' us back Have you seen my neurosis? I'm uppin' my dosage Now cut me in half I'm a teenager in the desert You'll forget my name I'm a stained glass window in a church I'm translucent shame So turn me inside out As I hit the ground I don't feel so human But I promise you That we'll always lose I only exist in a kitchen I'm cutting utensils I'm a lost sperm in a castle Everyday's my birthday
2.
Ride the elephant Suck off the donkey We learn to live in jest With you faux news junkies How can you live like this? I'm sick of being part of it It's over, man... it's over Unresponsive adults kids Who only swim where they can piss It's over, man... it's over Statistics ran across the screen Identities painted with memes Pissing to stay afloat Is pissing to stay afloat Caress the audience With sitcom life envy But the situation is A fucking tragedy I know this isn't all there is Penitent and rejected It's over, man... it's over Sucking politician cock Ejaculating on the clock It's over, man... it's over Beheaded Loose corpses We're primates They're horses Ass payment Shit coffin Fuck April Twat possum
3.
Nationality 03:19
You worship a fucking flag But then you call your son a "fag" Oh, what a father Throw your family in the can But at least you can say you're an American Oh, what a martyr Sending boys to foreign lands Dispersing blood into the sands Oh, the bravery But I can see right through your fraud You worship flag; you worship God You're not the same as me You are the disease You are the disease They got you on your knees You are the disease Nationality A facade all squeaky clean But deep inside I see your scheme You fucking savage Got yourself a perfect wife But then you beat her within her life And then you ravage But one thing you don't understand Is that I am a fucking man And I will end you Put my boot against your throat Before I play another note And then your life is through
4.
I will not move my head But I'll keep my frown Those loads of boring words Were shaped so loud You stand there trying to argue But no one's heard what you've said We're already... Immune to you - So get away! She won't smile for you - So get away! No one here made room - So get away! We're not doomed to you - So get away! A somber melody That fits in brass A lucid memory That speaks in halves You stand there trying to argue But no one really cares We're already...

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released July 15, 2017

Cory Whitmer: Bass
Ryan Anderson: Drums
Chance Warner: Vocals, guitar
Mark Miller: Guitar, vocals

All songs written by Ryan, Chance, Cory and Mark.
Recorded and engineered by Allen Lind of Over the Hill Studio in Canton, OH.
Album art by Carri Cleveland.

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