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Coke Bros.
03:40
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ride a white horse into the sunrise
give a rattle to the cattle cage
count those loses at that ranch texas
trade a trick pony for a raging bull
sayonara to the matador
barn gonna catch on fire
hell with them industry brothers
houston, who's stones, those precious diamonds
aint no ruler, so rob that jeweler
smashed into a bank and took the cash
got into a vault and stole the gold
make a quick dash to the harbor
yacht aint for the rich no more
out in the gulf, those calming waters
did you tell em that you got it from me
did you tell em that you got it for free
ice queen's dust vanish in a blur
feel that water getting warmer
strawman, strongman, snort that powder
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No Way
03:10
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zombie rising from the grave
gonna eat up all those brains
wanna surf on some gnar waves
but that ocean aint the same
no way no waves, no
flat flat flat
creature from the lagoon
traversed over beach dunes
wanna surf the typhoons
those winds they aint coming soon
no way no waves, no
flat flat flat
Cinco, five feet. seis, six feet
Siete, seven feet, ocho. eight feet
nueve, nine feet, diez, ten feet
once. eleven feet. zeroooo. mierda
flat flat flat
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Mariana!
03:51
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mariner married more to the ocean floor
wedding vows for the pits of the seabed
longing that's so vastly deep, mariana
got those curves like they never seen, mariana
porpoise chorus a keen, mariana
embrace allows endless sleep
nobody, just me, and she at the bottom of the sea
one degree, two leagues, snugly at the bottom of the sea
longing that's so vastly deep, mariana
got those curves like they never seen,
porpoise chorus a keen, mariana
embrace allows endless sleep
mariana!
nobody, just me, and she at the bottom of the sea
one degress, two leagues, snugly at the bottom of the sea
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Wail Whale
03:52
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wail whale
going for a stroll on the glass beach
better recognize that its trash beach
whale carcass gonna wash ashore
share us a story of the sealife gore
oil toil boil broil spoil oil foil oil
wail whale
human perception its human deception
that ocean is surely struggling
and you can not hide from the red tide
whale carcass looked at you and cried
oil toil boil broil spoil oil foil oil
don't want to eat no krill
when it's full of your plastic
don't want to swim in no sea
when it's full of your garbage
let them whales build them nukes
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GMO Beach Picnic
03:16
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got your best friend dog, cute little pup
spliced it with a frog, so very yum
pumped it in a melon, got me got me squirming
even tho we barf, quite addicting
that new superfood, tastes especially good
even though it makes us puke
at a beach picnic, brought that fresh treat
shit will make you vomit, yet it's so so so sweet
share it with the family, grumble grumble belly belly
shake of the tectonic, rumble in the sea
wave fast approaching. just keep on eating
even though it makes us puke
got your best friend dog, cute little pup
spliced it with a frog, so very yum
pumped it in a melon, got me squirming
brace for tidal wave, still feed our face
gmo splurge, submerged by the surge
even though it makes us puke
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Micro Plateau
03:08
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can you hear it, it's a silent disco
put your ears down down down to the floor
open invite, but you don't have to go
micro plateau, tempo time stands still
to be moving, to be grooving
found it out there, their abandoned borough
dancing shoes like, like my friend john doe
sure looking good, looking out, laying low
micro plateau, tempo time stands still
to be ticking, to be clicking
to be, to be
grass busting through cement no one mows
ivy growing through the stone of the chateau
city plaza, now a sprawling meadow
can you hear it, it's a silent disco
to be moving, to be grooving
whatcha whatcha want
to be, to be, to be
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Sue and the Namies
surfing that big sound wave from the great pacific garbage patch across the 7 seas crashing onto shore flooding city streets
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