Limited run of classic black vinyl LPs for the record Stickers recorded with Erik Blood just before Troy left lovely Seattle for New York City. Enjoy these tunes long after computers have crashed and we're using bicycles to motor our turntables.
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lyrics
Wrong hole, you get no juice
long pole casting for troupe
I took my grandmother’s name
I got my mother’s face
Daddy gave me these boots
but I made the lace
found my way in the world
on a performance cruise
strapped my dancing shoes on
these I’ll never lose
strapped my dancing shoes on
these I’ll never lose
Hop on the teenager ship
soak in the sea splash
responsibility is for the riff raff
my cabin’s in coach
I walk the deck
flotation device around my neck
buffet all you can eat
I eat a shit ton
butter both sides
answer to no one
clean off your shit
take a sitz bath
everyone a bidet
shit first class
Bee bop bidet…
It gets me woozy…
My gut don’t need Dramamine
I can swim a chase
you heed your captain’s tips
I’ll make my own haste
get me off of this ship
I had enough of this
land ho! up ahead
through my binoculars
land ho! up ahead
through my binoculars
Hop on the leanover ship
be our ballast
off to fight for my life
after math class
they’ll hang you for this
honor of no one
responsibility is for the slow ones
take the rage into your dick
let out a blast
it’s the light of your flesh
water your trees next
crash your car into the sea
pull out a fish
scale and debone it quick
shred the carcass
Let the car crash
shred the carcass
Let the car crash
shred the carcass
Wooo!
Take the light into your tip
innards aglow
you had your nourishment
now you can go
sail away ownership
with it your honor
responsibility is for the goners