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I’ve been putting my money in reincarnation
Dad says I’m a quitter with too much optimism
And my generation lacks innovation
But name one tr*nny who runs a corporation
All my friends have bug-out bags and Twitter
And they’re fucking mad
And everyone won’t stop talking about the end of the world
They’re running out of the pills that make me a girl
I’ve been putting my money in reincarnation
Mom says the family missed me at Thanksgiving
Everyone keeps asking about the operation
But name one tr*nny who can afford a vacation
They won’t stop talking about the end of the world
When we’re almost out of the pills that make me a girl
All my friends have escape plans and podcasts
And they’re very sad
And everyone won’t stop talking about the end of the world
They’re running out of the pills that make me a girl
The boomers are giving the apocalypse a whirl
I’m almost out of the pills that make me a girl
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Tasty
02:00
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I don’t want these cops on my street, fuck that
Don’t go snitching
9-1-1 is a leading cause of death in men
In their late-twenties
We’re dying of smoke lung and starvation
Something out there sure smells like bacon
I hear they set fire to the police station
Something out there sure smells like bacon
I don’t want these cops on my street, fuck that
It’s a hundred degrees
We’re dying of heat and dehydration
Something out there sure smells like bacon
I hear they set fire to the police station
Something out there sure smells like bacon
We’re dying to feed these corporations
Something out there sure smells like bacon
We’re all tasty meat under our skin
Something out there sure smells like bacon
Just a bunch of pigs roasting in an oven
Something out there sure smells like bacon
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3. |
Elastic Perjury
01:53
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(Instrumental)
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4. |
The Sour Stuff
02:44
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I saw my father’s capacity for violence
From a distance
When he beat our dogs and choked my brother
And punched holes in the walls and doors
Now he drinks wine and hugs us and cries
At Christmas
Between complaints about the Democrats
And how one ever really talks anymore
I was daddy’s favorite
But I was never his little girl
I saw my own capacity for violence
When I used it
To hurt myself ‘cause it felt so good
To feel control of something just for once
I was daddy’s pride and joy
But I was never his little girl
Father, we both have sinned
But my salvation is not your dominion
‘Cause goddamn, I too have sinned
But I didn’t ask your damn opinion
I saw my father’s capacity for violence
From a distance
‘Cause I didn’t speak up even once
But somehow I wish I could have
Somehow I wish I could have
I was daddy’s first-born son
But I was never his little girl
Father, we both have sinned
But my salvation is not your dominion
‘Cause goddamn, I too have sinned
But I didn’t ask your damn opinion
Never asked your damn opinion
I may have been your favorite
But I was never your little girl
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Jawbreakers
02:43
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I survived on apple juice and trail mix
And estrogel and politics
And boxes of Mac and Cheese for Christmas
From the friends who thought I was wasting away
I’m skin and bone and I'll sell cheap
It’s nice to finally meet
Have you had enough to eat
I was counting the ribs through my skin
And the hairs on my chin
And saving money I got for Christmas
From the family who were a hundred miles away
I’m skin and bone and I’ll sell cheap
I’m losing feeling in my feet
Have you had enough to eat
I’m skin and bone and I’ll sell cheap
All my dreams are broken teeth
Have you had enough to eat
I taste like desperation and meat
Have you had enough to eat
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6. |
Blue's Sad Day
02:25
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Let me clarify the attempt
A claim upon my skin, nothing less
A deed written on my palm, don’t forget
Psalm 23, and yet embrace the inevitable
Shadow of death
Despite my apostasy
What need have we apologies
Or the skin left on our knees
Or the skin left on our knees
Let me clarify the attempt
My first expression of consent, nothing less
Intention written on my palm, don’t forget
Psalm 90, and yet embrace the inevitable
Silence of death
Even the apostles did flee
What need have we apologies
Or the skin left on our knees
Or the skin left on our knees
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Skiddly Diddly Doo-Wop
02:48
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I used Tumblr to find porn
Ladies with dick and tits
’Til the government took
My non-male presenting nips
Craigslist was my Grindr
Where’s my T4T cum slut
Who’s gonna fuck my tight butt
Fuck no, I don’t like the fucking government
And the government sure don’t like me
I don’t wanna see one fucking idiot in congress
Who hasn’t sold their fat ass on the street
’Til their heels bleed for enough to eat
Or something else that’s worthwhile
Fit your ego in a tube top
Hide your condoms from all the fucking rapist cops
Or something else that’s worthwhile
A quarter of all trans
Women have worked in the sex trade
And I just wanna get laid
Fuck no, I don’t like the fucking government
And the government sure don’t like me
I don’t wanna see one fucking idiot in congress
Who hasn’t sold their fat ass on the street
’Til their heels bleed for enough to eat
Or something else that’s worthwhile
Fit your ego in a tube top
Hide your condoms from all the fucking rapist cops
Or something else that’s worthwhile
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8. |
The Loomy Gloom
04:28
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I’m sorry I fell in love and lied
But if you want honesty
I can barely look you in the eye
I’m scared of being a creep
But I’m more scared you wouldn’t mind
You checked your phone
And cried in my bathroom
While you waited for me to piss
I truly hope you’re happy
Not everyone is
I’m sorry I fell in love and lied
But if you want honesty
I can barely look you in the eye
I’m scared of touching your skin
But I’m more scared of you touching mine
I wanted to live in sin
I thought I made myself someone else
I’m still who I’ve been
I truly hope you’re happy
Not everyone is
If you weren’t drunk
Maybe if I was someone better
All I got, in the end
Is the smell of you in my sweater
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9. |
I'm Sick of Sunshine
02:26
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I learned to masturbate to a computer screen
Before I learned to kiss with tongue at seventeen
Hiding in my hoodie despite the heat
I was starving myself on field trips to buy CDs
So horny and ugly I could fucking scream
Humping pillows, staying lean
God bless puberty and God bless the American Dream
God bless the children
And God bless the home team
God bless puberty and God bless the American Dream
I learned to masturbate to a computer screen
Before I learned to use condoms at seventeen
The boys will lie about the tits they never squeezed
I’m so sick of myself I can’t even fucking eat
Adderall’s in the halls, but that shit ain’t my speed
Running from cops, smoking the seeds
God bless puberty and God bless the American Dream
God bless the children
And God bless the home team
God bless the drug dealers
Who party with teens
God bless puberty and God bless the American Dream
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10. |
My Own Kinda Princess
01:53
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Do you think I’m pretty
Could you try
I feel so shitty
In this city, I wanna die sometimes
This skin is wasted on me
And I’m sorry
You can have my body ‘cause I don’t want it
You can touch it and I won’t feel a thing
I’m so good at dissociating
It’ll feel like a dream
Do you think I’m pretty
Could you try, or just please lie maybe
These things are wasted on me
And I’m sorry
You can have my body ‘cause I don’t want it
You can touch it and I won’t feel a thing
I’m so good at dissociating
It’ll feel like a dream
I won’t even scream
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11. |
The Fanciful Unicorn
01:54
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(Instrumental)
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12. |
Little Baby Stoop Kid
02:17
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I’m scared of the internet
There’s a new word for adrenaline
My co-workers are bringing pamphlets to work
They say vaccines shrinks your nuts
Cigarette smoke in their lungs
The kids don’t have no goddamn healthcare
Why the fuck should they care
We keep paying billionaires
Why the fuck should they care
I’m scared of the internet
Kiwi wants me lynched, Grindr wants my dick
There’s a Civl War in the name
Of Jesus Christ and men’s rights
These sweaty crackers want a fight
The kids don’t have no goddamn healthcare
Why the fuck should they care
Mom said the world isn’t fair
Why the fuck should I care
Elon’s breaking windows
He’s declaring Martian Law
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I crush hard in a fast car
Despite the quarters in my misgender jar
From my drunk friends, the apartment shakes
Touch me and I’ll dissociate
Ladies on my left
Bros on my right
I’m a freak and swimming in vodka sprite
I crush hard in a fast car
Despite you ignoring me at the bar
With your drunk friends, they all know
I still let your hand sneak in my clothes
Ladies on my left
Bros on my right
I’m naked and swimming in vodka sprite
We were packed like sardines
We drank like fish
It kept us together, but kept us apart
I get so nostalgic for the year that broke my heart
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We all go to heaven
Both sinners and saints
They’re building us factories in outer space
We all go to heaven
Then to the grave
They’re building us factories in outer space
We all go to heaven
Both sinners and saints
They’re building us factories in outer space
When we go to heaven
Will we leave a trace
They’re building us factories in outer space
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