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Tacoma Song
02:31
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Welcome to our little town
A place that we call home
We don't have much to offer
But we have a dome
Get drunk on some railroad tracks
Watch homeless people sleep
We have less meth than Spanaway
But ours is much more cheap
(Chorus)
Tacoma!
Tacoma!
Tacoma!
You Don’t Suck
Tacoma!
Tacoma!
Tacoma!
Just like the truck
Tacoma!
Tacoma!
Tacoma!
It could be worse
Tacoma!
Tacoma!
Tacoma!
Time for the verse
We had a Hooters but it closed
So no more wings and tits
But we still have a Dream Girls
So go and see some tits
Our aroma smells like shit
But you get used to it
Then roll to the java jive and
Get yelled at by beatniks
(Chorus)
Tacoma!
Tacoma!
Tacoma!
You Don’t Suck
Tacoma!
Tacoma!
Tacoma!
It’s not for schmucks
Tacoma!
Tacoma!
Tacoma!
This place is tops
Tacoma!
Tacoma!
Tacoma!
We're stars on "Cops"
Go down to a local show
And buy some merchandise
Find yourself a "late night date"
That might not give you lice
Broken Lizards made a show
About a fire station
For all these reasons and some more
We're the best in the nation
(Chorus)
Tacoma!
Tacoma!
Tacoma!
You Don’t Suck
Tacoma!
Tacoma!
Tacoma!
Come try your luck
Tacoma!
Tacoma!
Tacoma!
It's not so bad
Tacoma!
Tacoma!
Tacoma!
Not Lakewood bad
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2. |
One More Beer
02:52
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Wake up at noon
Hungover as fuck
Can't find my pants
I think that I got crabs
(Chorus)
One More Beer!
One More Beer!
One More Beer!
Let’s do shots
Still can't find my pants
My leftovers got ants
Lost my credit cards
My wife wants a divorce
(Chorus)
Who’s got blow?
Wife took the pets
Kicked me out of bed
Weed fell in the yard
I slept in the car
(Chorus)
Can I see your boobs?
I need to find my keys
Get back to the bar
Meet up with my friends
Do it all again
(Chorus)
Let’s do shots!!!
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3. |
Farmer Dave
04:16
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Well Farmer Dave was on his land, checking out his stock
He had chicken, cows, giraffes, more cows and even had a hawk
There were pigs and hens and horses too, he had quite the friendly lot
everyday they played and danced and sang and smoked a lot of pot
Dave always had a blast and a smile on his face
His farm was always known for being quite the friendly place
But then one day some snot nosed kid opened up his mouth
Dave lost his mind because of it and things went pretty south.
Dave always has the nicest smile and welcome atmosphere
No one is ever turned away, all are welcome here
His fridge is always full of snacks and other tasty treats
Like Groundhog teeth and Otter spleen and tender Beaver feet
There's many ways that Farmer Dave shows company some fun
He'll let you feed his animals their favorite flavor gum
The Hamsters like the passion fruit and Bobcats like spearmint
But keep your distance and be safe or you'll leave here with a splint
Another day, another sun and time to see who's here
We have Farmer Dale from down the road, he's come to take a spell
Dave showed him round the farm and even let him pet the whales
They played some cards and had a drink down on Monkey Trail
One scared Dale and made him scream it tripped him with its tail
He fell right on his ass and landed in a bag of snails
Dave offered him some nice warm milk farmed fresh from his Dolphin, Bill
Dale spits it out "hey what the hell! this aint no goddamn milk!!"
Dale wont be back he said he's sick of all Dave's livestock
He's sick of tortoise meat and ostrich feet, and even rhino....tail
But Dale should watch his goddamn mouth in front of Dave's best friends
His Kangaroo Bartholomew cooked Dale into a stew
I hope you had a grand ol' time Here at Farmer Dave's
Don't forget to buy a souvenir, it'll feed the Crabs for days
The Zebras and Koalas even the Chupacabras too
They'll thank you very kindly to shut up about Dave's Famous Stew.
Dave and his Farm Friends, fuck you!
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There is no place left for me in this world
Everything in my life has come unfurled
Why can't I just be enough?
Why can't the pain just stop?
When will I finally find what I need
to make myself feel whole and freed
My soul cannot take another hit
The way you've treated me is completely unfair.
I reject this mortal form, and will astral project my soul to spite you from the cosmos.
I'm so sad, so very, very sad.
I'm so sad, so very, very sad
There is only so much pain I can take
Seeing you fills me with such hate
Disdain, the opposite of dain, fuels my vengeance
I'll end it all and bring you down with me
There are no more words I can say,
but there's still space on the page
I'll say more anyway
Out of spite for you leading my heart astray
Ashtray? No...astray.
The ashtray that is my heart to the cigarette that is your apathy will be set ablaze by one lone spark and light the world around you ablaze.
And that blaze will burn a blazing path to burn down the world around you. And from those ashes I will arise like a phoenix.
This world...this world...emptiness...
my soul...my soul...emptiness
Tragedy, pain, destruction
The hollow shell of this mortal existence leaves my heart a blank stage for tragedy to take its course.
You, the antagonist, me the prop for your tirade.
Never again, it will happen never again.
And with this said, I set my soul free.
FRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
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5. |
B.L.T
02:03
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Bacon, lettuce, mayonnaise.
I don't give a fuck about how it’s made.
Wrap that shit up tight and put it on my plate.
Forget the damn tomatoes it's you I'm gonna hate.
(Chorus)
B.L.T.!!
B.L.T.!!
B.L.T.!!
B.L.T.!!
At restaurants it's always overpriced.
Just gimme 20 strips that'd be fuckin nice.
But all I ever get is maybe 3 or 4.
I didn't fucking realize this was 1964.
(Chorus)
I’m really hungry and I only want one thing.
Something satisfying not a chicken wing.
When I say I want bacon give me more.
Or I'll leave your ass bleeding on the floor.
(Chorus x2)
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6. |
Bandkiller
03:01
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Flaking out
Can't write a riff
Won't write a verse
What do you even do?
Drink all our beer
Pick fights online
Bail out on shows
Why do we keep you around?
Think of yourself
Nobody else
And in the end
You killed our fucking band
(CHORUS)
You're a Band Killer
Band Killer!!
You're a Band Killer!
Band Killer!
Band Killer
You're a Band Killing son of a bitch!
Won't drive yourself
Out to the show
It’s getting old
I'm not your fucking chauffer
Just quit the band
You say that you will
Fire us all
You should go fuck yourself
We hate your guts
We hate your face
I'm so sick
You're such a fucking waste
(CHORUS)
(drum solo)
(guitar solo over verse)
Band killing son of a
Band killing son of a
Band killing son of a...
BITCH
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Fishy Mushroom Tacoma, Washington
We are Fishy Mushroom. We play music. We do stupid things that if nothing else we enjoy. You will most likely never hear us on Top 40 radio. You MIGHT hear about us from a friend that saw one of the shittiest bands they have ever seen, at least that’s how we hope people hear about us. We’re bored with doing this so we’re done with it. ... more
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