Eureka I.V.
( Sung by dave )

Here's the low down on the gold boy
last volcano down Highway 65
left his own chair for the savior
not a trace of strange behavior

Trickle eyes and serenaded
miles away from those that sleep
walking through the devil's corner
I'll hold him hostage with a raygun

Time spent frozen weighed down
broken like this pocket watch I'm holding
the wide line closed in, paralyzed and poisoned
there's a cancer on my shoulder
whispers stories in my ear
say, did you hear about the gold boy
situations growing hopeless
so I pretended not to notice

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His Jesus Song
( Sung by Scott )

I walk on water
fisherman's daughter
hang me an albatross
how much does it cost

I like the forest
a little red riding hood
grandma what eyes you got
better to see you with

I like the mountains
chasm
water
fisherman's daughter

I walk on water
fisherman's daughter
hang me an albatross
how much does it cost

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Slow Day for the Cleaners
( sung by dave )

talk about a couple of freaks
did you see them
down on studded bourje seats
take no creamer
next you'll send something I need
to the cleaner

And I would give you anything
to be holy
and I would give you anything
to be smooth
and I would give you anything
to be holy now

Blue custard newspaper ink
spoils the blessing
framed by the cur of her last breath that go
couldn't face it
mine is the queen of the deceased
and she is dressing

And I would give you anything
to be holy
and I would give you anything
to be smooth
and I would give you anything
to be holy, now

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Whatever Happened to Felix Cole
( sung by scott )

Give it up now, Felix
its so hard to find
give it up now, Felix
the pleasure's mine

Hide your eyes
its green, its gold, its black
bide your time
don't steal it

Buy an eye
get out of my face
bite that hand
that needs you

? so hard to find
? so hard to find

Give it up now, Felix
so hard to find
give it up now, Felix
so hard to find
give it up now, Felix
so hard to find

Gidde up now felix
cause you ain't caught me yet
?
can't feel it

Sign right here
so when your stepping on my tail
twist of fate
can seal it

Give it up now, Felix
so hard to find

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Founder's Day Parade
( sung by dave )

If your trembling
aim towards the sun
carry all my baggage
when I get ?

Joke a lot
about my mind
things like that will easily ?construe?

So I hustle up a pocket full of change
take the taxi to the range
meditate on Paris or Peru
I got nothing else to do

So if Christ was like a Dixie cup
used and thrown away
then what's the harm in testing fate
destroy the signs that read abandon hope
see the right ones get the rope
baptize all the sinners on founders day
founders day parade

Go ahead see how long you'll last
just pay the piper what he asks

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Banjo
( sung by scott )

Bring me the glass full of spite full of malice
let me taste, the bittersweet piss
let me drown

Stoke up the fire
let me spit in its' eye
in the meantime, falling down drunk
I glance at the sky

and I think I love you
would you be my girl
and I think I love you
would you be my girl

Ride in the night spy your sweet smelling bride in the moonlight
a pleasant confection, for a sweet-tooth

Ride in the night spy your sweet waiting bride in her nightdress
your gone for a hours
I'll be back tonight

And I'll be your innocent victim
and I'll be the clouds in her sky
and I'll be the dark stranger comin' inside her tonight

And I'll be your soul forsaken, coy and black as sin
And I'll be your everything, I'll be your anything
if you just let me in

And I'll be your Mexican torture
if you'll be mine, girl
I think I love you
would you be mine, girl
I think I love you
would you be mine, girl

^{flat on your back, baby that's a sweet girl like that
bring me whisky
comfort me not}
come back no more

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X-Ray Hip
( sung by dave )

I was a planet when I was a smaller
I circled rings around your daughter

She threw the keys to the stran
and into the pocket of a dead man

I was a planet when I was a smaller
I circled rings around your daughter

she threw the keys to the stran
and into the pocket of a dead man

I'm gonna spread you out like a dead bat

I'm gonna spread you out like a dead bat

I'm gonna spread you out like a dead bat

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