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Elliott
02:22
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We just can’t wait to see you Elliott
We have a friend named Elliott, he likes to do that sound shit
Takes your crappy tones, and makes it sound like songs
And when he’s done doing that shit, he’ll trip balls with you all night
Hey he’s wandered off, is he up that tree?
Let’s help him find his glasses, so he can make his stone soup
If you’re lucky he’ll wrestle ya to the ground
And he will make your Monday, feel as good as fucking Tuesday
Champion of eq, let me break it down
Elliott takes command when your band hits that fucking stage
Little girls will scream and shout cause his sound is all the rage
He’ll light the cones and kick the subs until your sound is ripped and tore
If any tone gets out of line Elliott he will go to war
And Elliott he will go to war and Elliott he will go to war
Until your shit band sounds tore, he will fucking go to war
And Elliott he will go to war and Elliott he will go to war
Until his knuckles bloody sore, 5 6 7 8
And when your band’s all done, the door will hit you in the ass
Bag up let’s go, get your shit band off my stage
Don’t you wind up your cords, or put your cymbals in a bag
Do you want a keyboard up your ass?
Go tell your loudmouth fans, to move some fucking cabs
Guitar case, bass case, waiting for you outside
And put your crap in mom’s van, it’s good thing that she lent it
Parking lot Tetris, is that guy from Metal Blade?
I’m the guy from Metal Blade and I hear your sound is all the rage
Now who’s that band that awesome band that just got off the stage?
I want control their souls and everything they make to be mine
And thanks to Elliott’s bitching sound that shit band’s getting signed
And Elliott he will get ya signed, and Elliott he will get ya signed
He’ll get your shit band fucking signed, and Elliott he will get ya signed
And Elliott he will get ya signed, and Elliott he will get ya signed
So bag up your pussy round mind, 5 6 7 8
And that’s all I got to say
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As we pack the bus up, in the town of Fondy
Where are all the townies?
Driving to our next show, dreaming of our waffles
Seeing all the Townies
As they gather round us, they know all our lyrics
They throw waffles at us
Now they mosh around us, want to bring us waffles
Rictus Grin forever
Look at all the townies, they are throwing waffles
Townies live forever
Look at all the townies, they are throwing waffles
Townies live forever
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Stalker
02:54
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You, you are my life,
You are my pain and distraction to for life
I dedicate my life, dedicate my soul
To become your one
You, restrict my life
Restrain me to, 1000 yards your house
While I dedicate my life, dedicate my soul
To become your one
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Keystone Buick
03:58
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Holes in my floor, allows them to escape
One at a time, meet a pavement fate
Drinking beer with my friend, let’s escape from his den
Sit in soft power seats, of his Keystone Buick.
Emissions my ass, this bitch would never pass
Huge chrome stacks from the hood
Pushed by old smoke, make your neighbors choke
Pealing your pets and kids from the wheel wells of my
Keystone Buick, Keystone Buick
Drinking beer with my friend, let’s escape from his den
Sit in soft power seats, of his Keystone Buick
My car runs on beer
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Beer and Waffles
03:49
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Your friends are drunk and stoned
They’ll eat you out of house and home
What’s that? You’re out of syrup?
Let’s try beer and waffles
Beer beer, beer and, beer and waffles, waffles
Beer beer, beer and, beer and waffles, waffles
Beer and waffles, beer and waffles, beer and waffles, hey hey
Beer and waffles, beer and waffles, beer and waffles, hey hey
Beer and waffles, beer and waffles, beer and waffles, hey hey
Beer and waffles, beer and waffles, beer and waffles, hey hey
Beer and waffles, beer and waffles, beer and waffles, hey hey
Waffles and beer, waffles and beer, waffles and beer, hey hey
Beer and waffles, beer and waffles, beer and waffles, hey hey
Waffles and beer, waffles and beer, waffles and beer
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Townies
02:45
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Welcome to my nightmare, that is my town
Take a look around, one look around
On every bar stool, a fucking Townie
One reoccurring question comes to me
Why do their tits point down? Why do their tits point down?
Why do their tits point down? I must be in Fond du Lac
Fuck me running
Separating consciousness, into the standard black and white
A Townie on my left, and a Townie on my right
There’s not enough flour to fuck them right
In this fucking town the tits point down.
Why do their tits point down? Why do their tits point down?
Why do their tits point down? I must be in Fond du Lac
Fuck me running
Their tits point down, always to the ground tit tit tits
Their tits point down, always to the ground tit tit tits
The tits tits here in Townie town
Why do they point straight fucking down?
The tits tits here in Townie town
As big as dinner plates those nipples round
The tits tits here in Townie town
Why do they point straight fucking down?
The tits tits tits here in Townie town
Why do they mother fucking point straight down?
We’ll tell you why, that
Their tits point down, always to the ground
Their tits point down, always to the ground
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Altar
03:33
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You can’t leave now, like the others, branded from years of pain
Death it suits you, just like last time, skulls in my den, prove I love you
I worship the ground that you walk, I adore the shit that you talk
I love the blood as it falls down, your pretty face when I kill you
Built an altar for your picture, with the bones of my past girlfriends
Built an altar for your picture, with the bones of my past girlfriends
Built an altar for your picture, with the bones of my past girlfriends
Built an altar for your picture
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Wall Away
02:00
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Turning deaf from the overture repeating
The constant rant of political bleating
Powered by the crushed bones of the dead
Yet blinded by false promises
Growing numb from Hell’s news images
The devil finds file to decorate with
Blood and guts splash the TV screen
Over the opus the children’s screams
So I barricade myself from your lies
Seems useless in a fire you shouldn’t hide
But with lack of solution I can only find
To wall myself away
I should not be made to decide
Between the evils that reside
Cause neither one is right
Or the lesser of the pair
I will wall away, I will wall away
I will wall away, I will wall away
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Rictus Grin Fond Du Lac, Wisconsin
Rictus Grin
Definition:
Rictus Grin Translated means the grotesquely askew smile
on the face of a corpse.
Members:
Bass Guitar and Vocals, dezzz; Lead Guitar and Vocals, Larry; Drums, Tyler
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