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Bikini Babes!
03:22
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The white caps crash onto the shoreline,
And we dig in our heels.
We’re here for one day only and
We’re hopin’ what we’ve heard is real.
I think everyone knows
What I'm singin' about
So don’t waste our time,
You better bring 'em out.
We just want to have some fun
While we’re here in the sun.
'Cause tomorrow it’s back on the road.
To some place that's too cold.
We drink some beers
And have a great time;
Even got those digits.
Luck even seemed to be on our side,
Because we also got acquitted.
I think everyone knows
What I’m singin' about.
So don’t look it up,
It’s nothin' you want to find out.
When will the sun come out?
From behind all this grey
I just want to be at the beach
With all the bikini babes.
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3. |
3 Down, 47 to Go
02:34
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Fuck Oklahoma
The place no one’s really from
The place people only go to hide
From the FBI
And make no mistake
I’m talking about the entire state
Those good for nothin’ buncha punks.
Fuck Arkansas
The place no one knows exists
The place people go to be forgotten
It’s just so rotten
And make no mistake
I’m talking about the entire state
Those good for nothin’ buncha wahoos.
And by no means am I bashing those
That wouldn’t know it if I was
Don’t pick on those
That ride the short bus.
But what am I to do
When everyone around me is
Just so fucking stupid?
Oh Florida
The fuckin’ dick of the United States
A place so hot it makes them all crazy
It’s Florida Man!
And make no mistake
I’m talking about the entire state
Those crazy face-eating
Overheated zombies.
And I don’t have time
To make it down the line
So you’ll have to forgive it
If I left you outta the rhyme.
But just rest assured
That no matter where you live
Everyone around you
Is so fucking stupid.
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Everyone wants to come around
When they know you’re down,
But it’s none of their business.
Don’t act like we’re both in this.
I’ve made it here all on my own,
From infantile to fully grown,
I know I can go the distance.
And you won’t want to miss this.
Whoa oh oh.
You better wake up and check your feed
Because everyone's talking about me
Will I end it all tonight?
You better click to find out.
What do you think that they’ll all say
At my funeral, you know she’d stay
And jump on my casket
Because of course she’s like that.
But too bad it was just a prank bro
No need to rent a black suit although
I'm sure I'll need one,
When I walk back in the room
Whoa oh oh.
You better wake up and check your feed
Because everyone's talking about me
Will I end it all tonight?
In this clickbait suicide
You don’t want to miss what happens
So you better click right there
You don’t want to miss what happens
Blood shot eyes just sit and stare
Is he gonna kill himself?
Is he gonna slit his wrist?
Is he gonna make us wait?
I'm just so sick of this!
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5. |
Can I Ask?
02:52
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I support you and everything you do
From your quirky little dances
To the way you handle yourself
And I got your back if you needed me
Just ring
And I’ll be there instantly.
Is it alright
If I ask you a couple things?
Can I hold you?
Can I comb your hair?
Can I keep you safe
From all the bad out there?
Can I kiss you?
Can I get down on one knee
To make sure your shoes
Are tied tightly?
If you ever want to get away
I can borrow a car because
I’ve got some friends
And they know that
I’d be there for you in a heartbeat,
That’s what you mean to me.
Can I hug you?
Can I cancel all my plans?
Of course for you
That’s something I can do
Can I serenade you,
Until you fall asleep?
I promise I won’t make a noise,
I promise I won’t even peep.
Can I hold you?
Can I kiss you?
Can I hold you, can I sit by your side
While I tuck you in and say goodnight?
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6. |
My Own Maila
02:38
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She’s my goth girl
She’s so great and evil
And everything to me
She’s my black cat
She hunts and prowls
The monsters in my dreams
They're coming for me
Feel them
Coming for me, feel them
Coming for me, feel them
And when we go
Down Cemetery Road
We’re holding hands
And holding onto hope
That we see a ghost
Before we go.
She’s my dark star
And she’s branded her name
Directly on my heart
She’s my whole world
I can’t love anyone or
Anything else or
She’s gonna fuckin’ tear me apart
But sometimes
When we lay down at night
I get a bit scared
Because I can
Feel her breathing
On the back of my neck
Like a vampire ready to bite.
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7. |
Olongapo
04:19
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Where were you the night that we took over
The night that we got sober
Until we did it again
24 hours later
I kept watch for alligator
While you smoked two cigarettes
Outside of Joey’s window.
We’d hung out, until I had to move towns
Man what a let down
Do you remember that time
We snuck in and read
Your sister’s diary?
God damn she was so mad at me
But not as mad as your dad when
He found out, I stole his batteries
It’s sad to say that we grew up and apart
Especially in those times
When I needed a friend
And I drove by your house
A couple years ago
But you weren’t home,
So that's where I let it go.
I saw Brittany, I think during this past week
She said she’d really like to meet you
I said I have no clue where you are,
And she looked hella bummed out
She always really liked you,
But you were too fuckin' shy to
Tell her, you really liked her too.
I had to let it go, yet I still miss you though
But it’s just so toxic to be so nostalgic
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8. |
Late Night Hangs
03:41
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I grab the 12-packs, and climb into the back
Throwing a dirty sweater
On a Farmer's Almanac
We cruise to the spot,
And listen to Amnesiac.
While Rainy reads
An old dollar store paperback.
And we howl at the moon
While we drink something fierce,
And hope the night doesn’t end too soon
And we sing with the trees
While we sit around the fire,
And practice our insobriety.
We’re always here
For these late night hangs
We're out in the woods,
We’re up to no good.
There’s nothing better in life
Than hangin' your friends
And while we hate every week,
There’s always next weekend.
We run through the trees,
And play hide and seek
With our flashlights off,
You only need it if you cheat
And when we’re done
We sit around and tell a ghost story
Submitted for the approval
Of the Midnight Society.
We don’t want to go home
We want to stay out here
Until the cold sinks down
To our bones.
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9. |
Gold to Grey
03:54
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I moved 3,000 miles away
From everything I've known
I moved from the gold to grey
Where everything is cold.
I've had one hell of a year
Fighting my desire to go home
But you kept on loving me
And said I'd never be on my own
I've been running, all day
And where I’ll stop, oh, I don't know
But if I make it there alive
I’ll settle down, I’ll marry you,
I’ll buy a house
And we'll call it our home.
Do you remember that old couch
The one that always hurt out backs?
This year was kinda like that,
But I’ll never forget how much we laughed.
And when someone broke in my car
I could've packed it in right then.
But instead I grabbed my guitar
And asked if you had seen my pen.
And there's just no sense in trying
To find the words I’m looking for.
It’s not butterflies I’m feeling.
It’s more like walking on the ceiling.
And I’m sorry I’m not always what you need
But please believe
And don't lose hope in me.
I wish there was just a single way
To say, that you're the gold to my grey.
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10. |
Our Oath
04:02
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We tried to start a gang but
We never knew how hard it’d be
With just you and me
We spent all our time trying
To make some money
But it wasn’t meant to be
Because every time
I saved up a little
A girl showed up and
I spent it all on her.
We swore our oath in blood
And used a rusty pocket knife
To seal the deal.
After the infections were gone
We laughed about it so hard,
It didn’t seem real.
We tried to start a gang but
We never knew how hard it’d be
With just you and me
We spent all our time trying
To make some money
But it wasn’t meant to be
Because every time
I saved up a little
A girl showed up and
I spent it all on her.
I thought we’d never grow up,
But that’s exactly what we did
When we graduated.
We never spoke again,
But that’s okay because this scar
Means we’re never separated.
Tell me can it be
This easy to lose it all?
And I hope I don’t lose my mind
I don’t want it to wear off
So I’ll take a moment now
Before it’s all gone.
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11. |
A Summer in Cape Cod
02:35
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Aloysius was vicious, malicious,
Overly ambitious, because we saw
His surreptitiousness was
Certainly suspicious, because
His conspicuousness was
Ridiculous and when we noticed this,
His consciousness grew tits
And he became a dude
That’d we’d diss (-pised)!
So go fuck yourself,
You little fucking weasel
With your polos and you boat shoes.
There ain't no one else,
That can fuck off as much as
You can, you fuckin' piece of shit.
A misfit hypocrite that's
Orbiting this planet
With enough shit to emit
The stink of this armpit
And he fits right in.
He’s a counterfeit,
With no dick but tits
That spits and quits
Every chance it gets
Because he’s obviously
A clit (-oris)!
I’d like to introduce to you the idea
Of taking a long walk off a short pier.
And don’t forget your boat shoes.
You asshole. You fuckin' asshole.
And yes, of course I know who your dad is.
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12. |
Pensacola Pepper
03:39
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She was in a rough one
Stuck between places
Down in the dumps
But with her head in the clouds
She couldn’t see
What she was worth because
She kept hiding herself
In the fucking crowds.
And I knew she was having a hard time
When she called to tell me
She was leaving town
Because the dude she was hanging with
Was gettin' pissed
And often times would
Answer her questions with his fists.
When you leave those that love you behind
You can’t hit pause, you can’t rewind
You miss absolutely every single thing, like
Who ran the table at Roxie’s that night,
We just want
Our Pensacola Pepper to be alright.
I went out to see if I could find her
Riding the highway like when we were kids
She told me to go home at a pull off
She said, “I just can’t handle all this.”
I said, “You know that we’re here for you.”
As she climbed into a truck
That was headed west
I told everyone about it
That night at Roxie's
And we all just wished her the best.
And no one knows where she is at now
But we hope that she’s okay
Sometimes in life you have to hide out
And sometimes you have to get away
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13. |
Do You Even Care?
03:30
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I just need a little to get started
Almost anything is enough right now
Have you ever known
You’re completely alone?
What you could do, what does it matter?
I could collapse on the floor for all I care
Sometimes I lay there,
And imagine it’s happened for real.
I shrug my shoulders and it cracks my neck
I definitely don’t take care of myself
What could anyone say
That would help me?
'Cause nothing’s worked yet.
Forget it I don’t want to do this
The reality is too hard to face
Even my dog thinks I need real help.
(Where is this going?)
How do you care
When you don’t care at all?
Why does everything take so long?
Why can’t I seem to catch a break?
I get it though, I’m not really struggling.
But I am. At least it feels that way
Everyday it seems like waste of time
I just want to get this over with.
(Where is this going?)
How far am I going to let it get?
I know what I’m feeling isn’t quite right.
Is this what people really want?
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14. |
Last Thing on the Record
00:25
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