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can't afford new shoes
all i bring is bad news
never be in magazines
cattitude in my seams
don't you dare compare me
to what you see on tv
cause everything is shitty
everything is shitty
lioncoolman translation:
death to all our opposition
hanging christ by a cord
in the name of puglord
sick of djs making cash
let their bodies rot in trash
everything you do is trash fuck you
everything you do is trash fuck you
strangest men there ever was
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never bound to any laws
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lioncoolman translation:
death to all our opposition
hanging christ by a cord
in the name of puglord
don't you dare compare me
to what you see on tv
cause everything is shitty
everything is shitty
strangest men there ever was
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never known for applause
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no hope no cause
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no fear fuck laws
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The American Dream
03:41
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this man has a lot of needs
and he'll never let us leave
uncle johnny we have to go
please don't leave yet
uncle johnny we have to go
please don't leave yet
all alone in father's cabin
only fritz as his companion
plus they both have been abandoned
by family without compassion
uncle johnny's all alone
fritz is dead and turned to bone
uncle johnny's all alone
fritz is dead and turned to bone
uncle johnny's not living the american dream
he's living in a fucking nightmare
uncle johnny's been crippled by low self esteem
forsaken to shit world nowhere
uncle johnny
living in a nightmare living on a prayer
i found god
kickin' and screamin'
teamin' with demons
spreading my semen
and i'm not married at all
i could tell from the lobster shorts
hell is where his soul reports
i knew from the tuna cans
this was a broken man
there's a part of him inside me
will i become uncle johnny
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3. |
Bravery Boys
02:53
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the most fucked up shit
we've ever done
is the most fucking fun
we've ever had
drinking piss out of cans
pissing in each other's hands
nude, finding food in dumpsters
these are our tales
this is our legacy
fuck police
fuck democracy
fuck real life
fuck normalcy
all i wanna do is bro with my daddios
as you can tell we are going to hell
cause we pissed in your pretty potted plants
we're not afraid and there is no god to save you
so please kindly go and fuck yourself
praise be to puglord
coasting on a longboard
with a lump of shit
smoking cigs
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the most fucked up shit we ever caused
was the formation of crochetcatpause
teaming with demons
keeps my eyes dreaming
nothing i do will ever be redeeming
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lioncoolman lioncoolman
ride the waves
lioncoolman lioncoolman
you're the man
don't ever change
love summer camp
h-a-g-s
have a great summer
keep in touch
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we wanna be the real deal
never eat real meal
never reaching ideals
never be the real deal
passion over talent
but the passion comes and goes
will we get our shit together
who fucking knows
all our actions - things we said
we all know we're never leaving our beds
wanting attention/doing nothing
can we be the real deal
eating what we steal steal
compromising ideals
fuck it we're the real deal
depression kills the passion
but depression comes and goes
will we get our shit together
back and forth it goes
all our actions - things we said
we all know we're never leaving our beds
jobs will never be for me
i'm the fucking rat king
taking everything for free
i'm the fucking rat king
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the day is here i must confess
the day the world becomes a fucking mess
polar ice caps rapidly melting down
blue jays harboring the ultimate sound
all my best friends are made out of snow
and our options as humans are running quite low
i think back to my younger days
laying on the front lawn i would graze
all the grass the world could offer
way back when the world was softer
earth had changed when god said please stop
kissing baby birds and being a sleaze
kamikaze victory dynamic changes
everything the world could offer
rewritten by the author
falling meteors rearrange
this fucking earth to bring a change
this is it this is the end
and i just quit this fucking band
baby birds chirp to me outside
i call to them in them i confide
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7. |
Babycatsss in the Sand
01:25
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silently i clutch to dreams
serpents sipping listerine
seeding thoughts of burning down
these shitty chain stores in my town
LCM will doom us all
snakeman lords are standing tall
crushing souls with our firm grips
LCM - i submit
i cant get a grip
this has got out of hand
i can't let it slip
baby catsss in the sand
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some things do not change
we were such good friends
now the ghosts are back again
these days feel so strange
the kiss you didn’t attend
now the snakes are gone again
the first kiss means the most
and i still don’t like these
goddamn ghosts
ghosts are screaming when i’m dreaming
what is real i’d rather not feel ashamed
but they’re fighting in my brain
making me feel devoid and drained
pull the plug this show is over
i still don’t like these goddamn ghosts
it should have ended long ago
i still don’t like these goddamn ghosts
all signs point to our dead end
you and me, we were once friends
lose the ghouls
it’s all a ruse
laser remove tiger tattoos
excuse me from these
social cues
confused
i hate these goddamn ghosts
ghosts are screaming when i’m dreaming
i still don’t like these god damn ghosts
ghosts are clinging when i’m singing
i still don’t like these god damn ghosts
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dumpster diving bagel surplus
traded for corroded rusted
coins to sustain ourselves
paint cans falling from van shelves
seven hour drive seven energy shots
getting pulled over by the cops
david lewis nude and sleeping
morgantown police creeping
naked girls on acid fleeing
all the while chris is bleeding
inverted cross carved in skin
everything's full circling
lansing kids are full of shit
wasted breath inhaling hits
bullshit us about a show
and on their porch they're doing blow
later skaters fuck this town
bravery boys freedom bound
smoking weed we find in trash
salvaged textbooks sold for cash
getting ratty in cincinatti
brain house crew serving nattys
getting silly in west philly
banned from churches with spinelli
way too hot and always sweaty
ready to die at mental spaghetti
surf the earth hot ham express
when it ends we're depressed
back on our knees sucking cocks
at some place punching clocks
a real job is not for me
this is it there's no plan b
every city knows we're right
we are the best band here tonight
always true when we recite
we will not get paid tonight
in the trash we praise and sing
to the fucking rat king
choosing to live avant garde
crochetcatpause no regard
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Herman's Alchemy
02:05
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i remember in first grade
crafting sacred stoned for trade
the next step was sorcery
this is what brings joy to me
atlantians built your circuit boards
fuck your god - recognize puglord
beast in brussels fucking with your head
don’t answer the phone your son is dead
i will master dark magic
and no one will stop me
i’ll conquer atlantians
and no one will stop me
when i mastered alchemy
i uncovered ancient theories
sun is cold - atoms are spirits
green's not a color - don’t wanna hear it
men from the sky gave us our genes
we evolved to human beings
herman taught us ancient facts
no there is no going back
no one will stop me
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parking lots make me feel better
when we were dying in the summer
promised to write you a letter
but can’t face another bummer
bravery boys cause disasters
on the road we serve no masters
nothing but our own ambition
will lead to our extinction
self destruction takes its toll
unraveling in this black hole
constant battle with all my problems
leaving town's my only option
life's fallin’ apart for me
if this is how it has to be
i’ll pack my bags and leave this city
so sick of feeling empty
my best friends are all i need
unlock our dreams and set them free
this town has nothing left for me
all i loved is now debris
we fly our flags and set our sails
these tattered rags convey our tales
reflecting on emotions felt
and coping with the hands we’re dealt
broken hearts just won’t heal
i want to forget how to feel
i’ll fix myself with my men
pack the van then leave again
parking lots feel like my home
or is this van my final tomb
either way you won’t see me soon
i’ll be gone singing out of tune
bravery boys help heal the pain
things will never be the same
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12. |
Penelope
02:31
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bloated and cultured from the grime of no hope
spiraling in a downward slope
gouged and gored we record
testaments of our puglord
we had dreams we had goals
hollowed hearts left at turnpike tolls
we tried hard with no success
dead on your floor regressed and undressed
plague this earth like a tumor
rotting corpse like my friend kuma
vagrant habits my undoing
mediocre fuck improving
making messes no one blesses
classless trashy men with glasses
eating scraps like human rats
when we’re done no one claps
hieroglyphics state our laws
hello hi we are crochetcatpause
we’ve allied with the condemned
penelope controls these men
pick a side it's us or them
will you die for LCM
precious lamb our catalyst
deliver us to father’s midst
close your eyes we whisper this
plunging into the abyss
master’s head to the saw
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suffering in satan’s maw
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mercy etched from puglord’s claw
graciously we raise her jaw
because coolteeth was full of flaws
scavenging like a vulture
disembowel your counter culture
paying homage to the rat king
ending up with fucking nothing
making messes no one blesses
classless trashy men with glasses
pick a side it's us or them
will you die for lcm
will you die for lcm
will you die for lcm
clevercatsss amen
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crochetcatpause Detroit, Michigan
Crochetcatpause is an abrasive synth punk band from Detroit. They are not afraid to talk to handsome dogs that they happen upon in the streets.
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