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Angel of Death
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The panelling's dark and ugly the TV doesn't work
The guy who lives upstairs beats his girlfriend after work
The fridge is very loud the windows very small
My roommate spends his time bangin his head against the wall
Oh life in the basement suite ain't so sweet
life in the basement
fuckin sucks
I gotta make the move to ground level living
this underground existence is unforgiving
A God given rage is filling me
Cuz this goddam basement suite is killin me
Life in the basement live in the basement
Life in the basement is killin me
In the winter it's too cold in the summer it's too hot
The air down here smells like an old hooker's twat
My landlord is a pimp his girlfriend is a hosebag
Puttin money in their pockets is a great big drag
Oh life in the basement suite ain't so sweet
life in the basement
fuckin sucks
Livin in a basement is a poor man's fate
My subterranean home is a place I really hate
A God given rage is filling me
Cuz this goddam basement suite is killin me
Life in the basement live in the basement
Life in the basement is killin me
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We can't afford to buy a house we can't afford to rent
Guess we're gonna move to the garbage dump and pitch ourselves a tent
Or maybe to the cemetery we could dig us up some holes
and live there 'til the year 2000
when the aliens save our souls
Chorus
I can't afford to keep on keepin' on I need a credit card to die
Seems like the only thing I can afford is to sit down here and cry
But I can't afford no Kleenex
to mop up all the tears
So I'll just sit here silently
Reflecting on my wasted years
Now you know I hate my stupid job it's slowly killing me
But the good Lord made bills and debt so it's suicide for salary
And I dream about makin money with my brain instead of my back
Now my youth is over my forties are comin
With a stroke and a heart attack
Chorus
Some people have a lot of things and a lot of people don't have squat
It's tough shit if you don't like it there'll always be haves and have-nots
Being rich won't guarantee that you're happy but being poor is a fuckin drag
It'll suck the life right out of you
'Til they stuff you in a body bag
Chorus
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I'm bent broke busted and blue
a freaky exhibit in this human zoo
Sometimes I'm up sometimes I'm down
beat me with a bat I'm a circus clown
The monkey on my back is now livin in my head
never understood a single word he said
OUtside two cats are fightin
down the street the kids are screamin
and I'm sick of this city and I'm sick of myself
and I'm sick and tired of dreamin
Yodel
Your pretty green dress is hanging on the wall
I can hear the neighbour lady cryin down the hall
The TV is flashing cold blue light
The atmosphere is heavy from our last big fight
If it ain't one thing it's probably another
I know this story from cover to cover
The dinner is burnin and the baby's bawlin'
catch me quick I feel like I'm fallin
I'm goin out to see a movie
with lots of cars and sex and killin
Then I'm gonna get blind drunk forget I was born
If the good Lord's willin
Yodel
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The kitchen carpet stinks like a rotten chicken skin
the Frigidaire is oozing Fido's looking mighty grim
Step on that old cancer cat a whole mess of tumour juice
Take a 'boo in the hole at the back of my head
I think I gotta screw or two loose
Phone is ringing fat lady's singing there's someone banging on my door
I ain't going nowhere I'm velcroed to the floor
My brain is buzzin my ears are melting my tongue is a rubber toad
Let's go on downn to the pit mine baby and dig us a up a little gold
Chorus
Gonna dig dig dig dig
dig us a little gold
Gonna dig dig dig dig
Dig us a great big hole
Gonna dig dig dig dig
dig us a little gold
Gona digga digga digga igga diggity dig
Dig us a great big hole
Turkey jerk go to work got poo coming out my eyes
A man is a man when a man's a man and man has to be man-size
Jackass stew good for you have yourself a bowl or two
Well I'm a good ole mutt my snout's up your butt di9gga digga diggity doo
Chorus
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Chorus
There's a hole where my soul used to be
I let it fly away when I believed that I was free
LIke a bird to the south it flew right out of my mouth
now it's always winter inside of me
I filled that hole with drink
and it began to stink
I plugged it up with drugs
now it's festering with bugs
I filled it with my ego and existentialism
I stuffed it with my rock hard dick and a big fat wad of jism
Chorus
I thought I knew it all
but really I'm a dimwit
I thought the world was my mama
and I was sucking on her tit
Weak pink naked I'm just a baby man
and the metaphysical shit just hit the metaphysical fan
Chorus
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You won't find yourself in a bottle you'll just crash and burn
Don't go lookin for yourself in a reefer when will you ever learn?
You ain't funny when you're wasted you don';t talk so smart
Next time you go lookin for yourself
Try lookin in your heart
I'll throw you down to the ground
and kick you in the back
I'll kick you "till you hork and hack
and cough up your soul so black
You see yourself in the TV but that ain't really you
Don't go lookin some magazine for how to dress and what to do
You don't need no gurus them fellas don't talk so smart
Next time you go lookin for yourself
Try lookin in your heart
I'll pick you up by the collar
and give your head a slap
Don't give me no backtalk
I'm tired of your crap
You won't find yourself in a bottle you'll just crash and burn
Don't go lookin for yourself in a reefer when will you ever learn?
You ain't funny when you're wasted you don';t talk so smart
Next time you go lookin for yourself
Try lookin in your heart
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I got old grey bones and a soft sad head
I don't cotton to chewin I like to be spoon-fed
I got a brand spankin TV 6 feet wide
I believe my dog is cooked and I know my weiner's fried
I got old grey bones and a soft sad head
There's a weird kind of fungus growin in my bed
My room is moist and dark I lick my balls and bark
Opened up my brain and down came the rain
I got old grey bones and a soft sad head
a hundred and ten good reasons not to get out of bed
I ain't a possum, a squirrel or a skunk
I never fucked a monkey - 'cept once when you were drunk
I got old grey bones and a soft sad head
Ain't got nothin' to say that ain't already been said
I got a busted back and a bent up brain
I'm just sittin here in my rockin chair waiting for the fire and rain
I got old grey bones and a soft sad head
I got old grey bones and a soft sad head
I got old grey bones and a soft sad head
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David P. Smith Victoria, British Columbia
David P. Smith is a songwriter accordionist and multidisciplinary artist who in the past 18 years has released six full length recordings, numerous ep’s, and led a variety of musical projects that have consistently defied convenient genre classifications. ... more
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