1. |
Monday Fury
06:08
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I bless every morning
For it’s a wonderful life
Black coffee and Cheerios
Then a kiss to my wife
See, I love me some guitars
and I love them loud too
I should play them all the time
But that’s not what I do
I’m a chairborne warrior
With an adjustable chair
I even got double monitors
and the latest software
See, I love me some guitars
and I love them loud too
I should play them all the time
But that’s not what I do
I just gotta fit in
Barbecues and friends
A hybrid on my name
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2. |
This Just In...
03:52
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It ain’t just another disaster
Hundred thousand pounds of death with no name
Sealed by a peculiar pastor
He ain’t here to do it again
So we’ve pulled out the big guns,
Hit ’em high, hit ’em high, hit ’em low
Let’s hit all the war drums
Don’t tell me this is all our ammo
The ends of the Earth, the end of it all
Is it the way that it all gonna happen?
(The ends of the earth, the end of it all)
It ain’t just another destroyer
It came down with the wrath of a God
Set the codes to the nuclear launcher
All units get your sunglasses on
Now we’ve pulled out the big guns
Got ’em high, got ’em high, got ’em low
You’ll thank us when the time comes
Till then enjoy your Bikini snow
The ends of the Earth, the end of it all
Is it the way that it all gonna happen?
(The ends of the earth, the end of it all)
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3. |
The Storm
04:11
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The Blueman’s curse
It blackens the eye
Cradle the whole nine yards, gotta let them sparrows fly
Old man Poe
Is that what you ride?
Got a great big white in your tail, seems more than happy to oblige
You gotta call 91-77-08
Name, home address and mental state
You gotta call 91-77-08
The sky turns red
It narrows the mind
Black bolts of light in the sky, but it’s fine, let’s call it a night
You gotta call 91-77-08
Name, home address and mental state
You gotta call 91-77-08
The hands been dealt with and if we’re going down
Seagulls laughin ’cuz they’re safe and sound
The tides are turnin’ and we’re lost to be found
We’re all sinkin’ and we won’t come around
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4. |
Aunt Steve's
04:09
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A priest and a nun walked into a pub
And they sat on the stools at the bar
Black Tooth Tom who was hot on the run
Well he stood up and spat in a jar
He walked to the two, “Man what he's gonna do”
Thought Misty “the widow” McKay
He took off his hat and cleared his throat
And he had the following to say:
’Scuse me Father… Evenin’ ma’am
I’d like a confession to make
See I’m a bad man
If you could forgive all my sins
Before all these folks
Right here at Aunt Steve’s
The priest told Tom: “Well, this ain’t a church son
Won’t you come back tomorrow instead?”
“Father, I fear by the time I’d be there
I might have my head high on a spear”
“Come outta there Tom!” yelled the sheriff of town
He was 60 and hard as a stone
Black Tooth smiled, well he almost got out
Though he longed for a final shootout
’Scuse me Father… forgive me ma’am
I won’t have a confession at all
’Cuz I’m a bad man
You could never forgive all my sins
’Cuz Imma kill these folks
Right here at Aunt Steve’s
Gunshots!
A hat drops
(The lawman was dead, and he hit the ground)
Gunshots
Oh God!
(Everyone froze, no one made a sound)
The priest just stared
As Black Tom left
He was the last man standing
He was heading southwest
“White men…” said a native
“Have too many chiefs
But not here at Aunt Steve’s”
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5. |
Toe Collector
04:34
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Cause of death was a stab wound
And there’s blood on the snow
The body’s missin’ a toe
It was a curious case alright
No match on DNA
Or prints or dental
So it’s a John Doe
We figured it out later that night
Late night in the park
Out here in the dark
(To) get away with a murder
Ain’t no hard you cover all your tracks, get a flashlight
Back in D.C. there was a case like this five or six years ago
The toe collector has returned
They ran the usual suspects, without any luck
All of us were quite concerned
Turn on the loudest sirens!
Dispatch, come in yeah!
By now, he’s probably lost in the wind
We’ll never find a next of kin
Only one thing bugs me though
In my pocket, there was a toe
Turn on the loudest sirens!
Dispatch, come in yeah!
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6. |
Wolves
04:05
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He rolls out on his four by fours
Out in the woods he tames wolves
He got the call and now he’s on his way
He will save the pack by the end of the day
The Father of Wolves!
As they run through the forest
As they march through the hills
They tremble the woods
And you’ll kneel at their feet
Alpha has led them, he may saw it too
The rise of the lumberjack woodchopper crew
So keep your fangs at a distance
Gotta be sharp when we finally unleash
Keep yourselves at a distance
Gotta be sharp when we finally unleash
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Eugene Tooms Budapest, Hungary
Eugene Tooms is a three piece fuzz rock band from Budapest, Hungary. Combining the influences of Clutch, Queens of the Stone Age, Red Fang, 1000mods, and others, the band strives to create a unique sound of their own, balancing between feel-good and hard hitting riffing, and occasional psychedelia. ... more
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