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Day Drinkin' Chicago
03:44
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Do you dance like a Muppet when you're in your car?
Do you fuck your hand to porn bizarre?
Are you two trench coats inside a kid?
Is your happiness cyanide you’ve hid?
Welcome to the freak show!
Another friend we didn’t know.
Come on in!
Oh dear, if you fear
To let your freak flag fly
There's a sure cure
Trust me I don't lie.
HAHAHA!
Time to let the booze flow.
We're day drinking in Chicago.
Do you ever feel like a falling star?
But always get a smile showing your scar?
Would you rather be Rasputin than the tsar?
Are you drinking moon from a mason jar?
I can say you're sunshine.
I could call you gold.
You may be okay
Buying lies they sold,
But at the end of day
Wouldn't you rather I told
You're a greasy strangler motherfucking bold?
HAHAHA!
Time to let the booze flow.
We’re day drinking in Chicago.
Do you pitch yourself as write-in for elections?
Do you watch Olympics hoping for erections?
Have you cut yourself trying to feel?
Did you kill your lover cuz that was the deal?
I can say you're sunshine.
I could call you gold.
You may be okay
Buying lies they sold,
But at the end of day
Wouldn't you rather I told
You're a greasy strangler motherfucking bold?
HAHAHA!
Time to let the booze flow.
We’re day drinking in Chicago.
Nightmare wizard.
Jizz rain blizzard.
Knife thru a gizzard.
Dressed as Eddie Izzard.
Witch teen butter bean murder queen…
Are you living the dream?
Fuck who calls it obscene!
Did acid leave your brain a bit of burnt of bread?
Did you prove a point torching the bed?
Were your teenage days the hell bound heart?
Are your romances doomed from the fucking start?
I can say you're sunshine
I could call you gold
You may be okay
Buying lies they sold,
But at the end of day
Wouldn't you rather be bold?
Step into the freak show
Misery will go --
HAHAHA!
Time to let the booze flow.
We’re day drinking Chicago.
(oh yeah, come on in…)
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Gutter Ducks
03:36
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3. |
Riding Lake Shore Drive
05:23
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We were feeling fine drinking wine
When the grapevine
Whispered we're dull
Oh in need of lol
Laughter filling a skull
We figured pull the trigger
Going bigger this night
spice it up right with psychedelic delight
Yeah get that lysergic ecstatic
Sweet acid dramatic
It’s been so long hey what could go wrong?
Faster than a rabbit
It kicked in quick
Sub-light engage
I feel sick
Brace for the Gs
Grinding all gears
Twist the horizon
For peppermint tears
Don't try to peel me
I'm not an orange
If anyone gets skin
I'm taking yours
Off the hinge
Kicking in doors
My head might be melting
Happily smelting
A vision of god
Golden, furry, deep-fried cod
Such a long time since smoking a dime
That cube was a climb
We should leave this cafe
People are looking my way
Feeding the fear my dear
We’re in danger here
Exit riding the light
All through the night
To psychedelic delight
Fueled by that lysergic ecstatic
Sweet acid dramatic
Yo, what could go wrong?
Head for the sunset
Eat all the stars
If I can't kill a Kennedy
Let's hit a bar
This was a mistake
I'm not willing to bake
Some of us or all of us
Animus, hippopotamus
Chrome covered cookies
In lethal lemon jars
How are your hands
Driving my car?
Where are we going?
How can we be sure?
When there's no road map
The asphalt is pure
Instinct to follow
The yellow lines
Into the hollow
Friendly confines
Your turn to say we’ll soon be okay
Help me starting to sway
Rocking good vibes
To the guides of the clock
Oh it takes a tick tock
To let everything gel
Ah hell,
We started rough
But hanging in tough
There’s still time enough
To enjoy the night
With psychedelic delight.
lysergic ecstatic
Sweet acid dramatic
I'm shitting my eyeballs
I see my own ass
Why the fuck is it covered
In velveteen grass?
Pinocchio's dildo
Looks like his nose
He broke off a piece
See where it shows
Why'd we pestered the jester
To give us brain damage?
I think there's a cure
If we remember the adage
And turn into a turtle
Howl with both faces
Then proceed to hurtle
Coffins, dolphins,
Landmines and vines
Subway cabarets
It's close to the quote
Excuse my paraphrase.
Oh, we’ll be fine
Next week
Back to sipping wine
A bad trip knocked down
But we still painted the town
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4. |
Bad Jokes
03:49
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5. |
Penelope
02:54
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6. |
Shots
03:16
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7. |
Let the Lady Relax
04:17
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Crawl along the water
Creep along the creek
Bury the daughter,
I killed last week
I remember her
Breaking like a bowl
A hatch crack
Started a shoal,
And sailing on that
Crimson flow
She went to whatever
Heaven may show.
Crawl along the water
Creep along the creek
Bury my daughter,
Or I’m never gonna sleep
When she came back
Was a welcome ghost,
But I find
I can't play host.
She says she'll bite
When I'm asleep
With serpent fangs
Deliver poison deep.
Crawl along the water
Creep along the creek
Bury my daughter,
Or I'm never gonna sleep.
She got hollow eyes
A mouthful of knives,
The perfect tongue
To whisper Devil wise
Promises I'm due
The same exact
One, two
I used to turn her whole world black.
Breaking rocks like I broke her bones
Hell’s the only future I own
Crawl along the water
Creep along the creek
Bury the daughter,
I killed last week
Well, down she goes
Into the native graves.
Their sacred soil
Shaman says it saves,
Holds the specters
Running wild --
I'll do anything
To be rid of my child.
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Frothy mad dog
In a ripple fog
Going ghost
In a winter smog
Bark the oldest
monologue
Digging taps up
Free of a clog
Flow a second beer
For honeys and hogs
Ready to glow
In the awfulest show
Every
Beautiful bruise
Can’t make you lose
Sippin’ ginger wine
No low
Pennyworth pride
Smile ever wide
Singing alkie psalms
Car bombs
Drained and
Exploded
Feeling reloaded
Master deer hunter
Can’t catch a dime
Smoked ‘em all
And lost the time
To find an epic climb
Away from
A dying prime
Out of this sweet
Lovely grime
Ready to glow
In the awfulest show
Every
Beautiful bruise
Can’t make you lose
Sippin’ ginger wine
No low
Pennyworth pride
Smile ever wide
Singing alkie psalms
Car bombs
Drained and
Exploded
Feeling reloaded
Champagne on a
minimum wage
Lager cruises
Breaking the gauge
Paper cuts out
Turning the page
Next chapter ‘s
Coming of age
A grenade
To open the cage
Rot water garbage juice
Call it a joy
Born to ever raise
Another tall boy
Beaten by the world
That can’t it destroy
Blood drunk
Boozehounds of Illinois
Ready to glow
In the awfulest show
Every
Beautiful bruise
Can’t make you lose
Sippin’ ginger wine
No low
Pennyworth pride
Smile ever wide
Singing alkie psalms
Car bombs
Drained and
Exploded
Feeling reloaded
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10. |
5 Minutes to Fuck
05:11
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Lady you know
I love you so,
But too soon
I got to go.
Lunch break is low
On minutes to go
Places in the ocean
Diving in notions
Like
the pleasure where
you’re
peaches and cream
All of the beauty I’ve ever seen
Queen of
my wettest dream
For whom I do
everything
Next time I swear
I'll show I care
Caressing you everywhere.
We'll find delights beyond compare,
But right now,
I'm sorry to share
We've got
five
minutes to fuck.
I'm sure you feel
shit out of luck.
It can’t always be
A sea of ecstasy
Would you settle for a trickle
If I bring the French tickle?
Sorry to sour
Dry out a flower
Maybe the cure
To my lack of allure
Is a tube
of
lube
I've got cherry
If it'll make you merry
Let’s grease this pole
Then you can show
Where the wild goose goes
Next time I swear
I'll show I care
Caressing you everywhere.
We'll find delights beyond compare,
But right now,
I'm sorry to share
We've got
five
minutes to fuck.
I'm sure you feel
shit out of luck.
It can’t always be
A sea of ecstasy
And you’re so beautiful
I’m quick to the pinnacle
Tomorrow night
We'll do it right.
Romantic messages
Oily massages.
Candlelight
Holding you tight
I’ll make ya swoon
Then we’ll cuddle and spoon,
But right now,
We've got five minutes to fuck
Before I gotta get
Back on the truck.
We had ten, but then
got to talkin'.
It can't always be
All night long
Even if I was
That strong
R&B screwed me
Made a quickie seem lazy.
Lady you know
I love you so,
But too soon
I got to go.
It can’t always be
A sea of ecstasy
And you’re so beautiful
I’m quick to the pinnacle
Tomorrow night
We'll do it right.
But here now,
We've got five minutes to fuck
It’s better than none
Let’s shoot the love gun
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11. |
Sunset
01:53
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12. |
Evening Jug
02:57
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Before the grave
Pull out the plug
Pass around
The old jug
Fill up a mug
Fucking chug
And if you
Sink to the rug
Have a second slug
There’s always a reason
You can quit
Mix enough bullshit
And call it legit
I don’t drink
To that wasted wit
Come on!
What are you waiting for
There’s no wider door
I poured you a double
And got a French whore
That’s a fucking drink
Have another four
Just cuz it’s night
The day’s not done
We’ll carry on
To another sun
Life maybe short
But we’re on the long run
Oh yeah!
Take the parting glass
Stick it
in your fucking ass
Even a dive
Houses holy mass
Don’t interrupt
Until our face is in the grass
Everyone is welcome
Have a good time
We may be different
But I bet we rhyme
The only crime
You spent your own dime
On no
Next round’s on me
That glass
can’t be empty
Zero to sixty
Are you feeling frisky?
Tonight get risky
Have a sixth whiskey
Yeah, I’ve fallen
And broke my head
But it’s not like I’m fucking dead
Here’s where we cheers
To how we’ve bled
Oh yeah!
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Beerfinger Chicago, Illinois
Beerfinger is a Chicago area alternative metal project that takes little seriously, and each album can be regarded as an audible chapbook of heavy metal inspired poetry. Produced entirely by writer J. Rohr.
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