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Roadkill
06:45
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Feelin' like a…
Roadkill - Stuck to the pavement like a
Roadkill - Dead in the street
Roadkill - Dead end of death, just like a
Roadkill - A pile of meat
In days past, happiness came with ease
Sharing my joy with everyone
Now a shadow's looming, and I'm fighting on my knees
Its fingers close around me and there's nowhere to run
And I dread the setting sun
Roadkill - Stuck to the pavement like a
Roadkill - Dead in the street
Roadkill - Dead end of death, just like a
Roadkill - A pile of meat
Pile, pile, pile
Pile, pile, pile
Pile, pile, pile
Pile of meat
Roadkill - Stuck to the pavement like a
Roadkill - Dead in the street
Roadkill - Dead end of death, just like a
Roadkill - A pile of meat
Pile of meat
A pile, a pile of meat
The sun rises once again to mock my efforts
All I do seems to slip away
I have decided, but there are no choices
NO CHOICES
A pointless end to yet another dull day
Now the night seems to close in
All around me is a dream
Nothing more to fill my purpose
Left in terror
And I scream
Roadkill - Stuck to the pavement like a
Roadkill - Dead in the street
Roadkill - Dead end of death, just like a
Roadkill - A pile of meat
A new day dawns and the light streams on through
Piercing the gloom of my endless night
My soul is overwhelmed as its filled with hope and truth
But why is this feeling so painfully bright?
It's the gleam of headlights
Roadkill - Stuck to the pavement like a
Roadkill - Dead in the street
Roadkill - Dead end of death, just like a
Roadkill - A pile of meat
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2. |
Star Trek Rap
04:21
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Well it was Stardate seven six five point two
When who came rappin’ in but the Star Trek crew
Crankin’ up the thrusters to nine point two
Was the navigation officer Mr. Sulu
He just pound on them buttons, all day and all night
But when he opens his mouth he sounds like Barry White
Uhura’s on the com just bein’ a flirt
You can tell it’s her from the high-cut skirt
She’s had twenty years of training, but I’ll be damned
All that she can say is - Transmissions jammed
Who’s that spittin’ torpedoes out into space
It’s Checkov, the Russian with the panicky face
But while he energized the phaser beam
The console exploded and he started to scream
In came Scotty’s belly shakin’ like a pot
The captain asked for more - I’m givin’ her all she’s got
But before he got the chance to say - Aye, cap’n
He got down on the floor and started some rappin’
My Dilithium is dirty, but my whisky is neat
I keep the warp drive humming while I'm keeping the beat
The boss is always buggin' gettin' up in my face
Seems I'm the only intelligent life in space
Who’s that wrinkly kinda guy lookin’ scrappy and slim
Who can never quit exclaimin’ - He’s dead Jim
I’m kinda clumsy and I don’t dress dapper
But dammit Jim, I’m a doctor not a rapper
Who’s that pointy-eared, bowl-cut logical dude
Who never seems to be in any kinda mood
Peerin’ in da scanna talkin’ really methodical
His response to rap - It is highly illogical
Last on the list is first in command
It’s Jimmy T. Kirk, let’s give him a hand
Give him a hand, give him a hand
C’mon everybody let’s give him a hand
He’s kinda temperamental and he’s sorta irate
But when it comes to toastin’ Klingons, boy is he great!
Great, great, boy is he great!
You betcha!
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3. |
Prelude 12 ½
03:26
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4. |
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I believe the sun is deep
Deep beneath the sea, my friend
I believe the walls to creep,
Creep beneath my feet, my friend
I believe that all do peep
Peep and stare at me, my friend
I believe that some to keep
Keep all from me, my friend
I looked in the water and the sun said to me it said
Hold on, hold on to your dreams
Hold on, hold on to your dreams
Hold on, hold on to your dreams
Hold on, hold on to your dreams
I believe the sun is deep
Deep beneath the sea
Not free
Like me
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5. |
Basket Case
04:08
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I am the basket case
I’ve come to bite your face
I defy the human race
I am the basket case
So you think you control your mind
Well I’m a lump of clay
I am really hard to find
Remember yesterday
My brother leads a normal life
But I’m a lump of clay
We were one before the knife
But that was yesterday
I am the basket case
I’ve come to bite your face
I defy the human race
I am the basket case
I’m gonna eat you
I’m gonna beat you
I’m gonna go into the locker room and cleat you
I’m gonna fight you
I’m gonna bite you
I’m gonna douse you with gas and light you
I’m not a fun man
I’m not a dumb man
Some people mistake me for a bun, man
I want to hug you
I want to kiss you
All I need is love
Have you ever lived inside a basket, man
Well I can tell you that it’s not much fun
Have you ever been tossed in a garbage can
‘Cause you weren’t their favorite son
I’m an angry young man, I guess it’s true
But what do you expect
I’ve got no legs and I’m covered with goo
No wonder I get no respect, now
I am the basket case
I’ve come to bite your face
I defy the human race
I am the basket case
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6. |
Tight as a Crab's Ass
02:11
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I know I made some mistakes before
You shut me out when I knock on the door
It always feels like you're keeping score
But there's no points for me
You gotta loosen up, baby
Or you know this won't last
I'm giving you my present
You're stuck in the past
You're always doing me wrong
Luring me with your siren's song
I feel the heat on me all day long
You're so cruel to me
You gotta loosen up, baby
Or you know this won't last
I'm giving you my present
You're stuck in the past
You gotta loosen up, baby
Or you know this won't last
We'll never make it together
If you're tight as a crab's ass
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7. |
Red Room
01:54
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Walk past the dining room
And there you'll find a place to rest your head
Where from the ceiling harsh red light doth pour
And evil jesters fill your heart with dread
Zucchini-nosed musicians on the wall
Stare dolefully on antics weird and strange
Demented ones oblivious in the thrall
Of music so bizarre it can derange the keenest mind
And has of late
Behold a bunch of plush bananas, man, bold and bright
Behold a bunch of plush bananas, man, bold and bright
Beneath the Mona Lisa framed in gold
Deep conversations drone into the night
And while the jester laughs with wicked glee
So, I'll be there and you'll be stuck with me
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8. |
Merlin the Magician
06:29
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Merlin places the scrolls on the ancient stump of the druids.
He conjures up a demon he knows he cannot defeat, only to save King Arthur who is fifty thousand miles away consulting with the Knights of the Round Table in session.
Merlin takes his magic herbs and puts them in a pot.
Now the scene unfolds as Merlin must fight the ultimate evil or be cursed forever!
Merlin the magician
Conjure up a vision
Moonfog drifting, creeping, flying ‘round the old dead trees
Cauldron stirring, steaming, swirling, trying to break free
Image growing, eyes a-glowing, reaching for the sky
Hands up reaching, Merlin preaching, not afraid to die
Merlin the magician
Conjure up a vision
Demon looming, reaching, clawing, Merlin stands his ground
Wizard casting, grinning, laughing, hellfire all around
Scrolls he’s reading, souls he’s feeding, freeing Lythwyndell
Staff a-gleaming, demon screaming, banished into hell
Merlin the magician
Conjure up a vision
Moonfog drifting, creeping, flying ‘round the old dead trees
Cauldron stirring, steaming, swirling, trying to break free
Image growing, eyes a-glowing, reaching for the sky
Hands up reaching, Merlin preaching, never will he die
Merlin the magician
Conjure up a vision
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CRUST New Jersey
Four college bandmates with solid mediocre musicianship and unstoppable creative drive. E minor power anthems? Heck, yeah. Wizards, demons and circus freaks? Of course. Meandering, brain-numbing jams. All day long. Sappy power ballads? Child's play. High-quality, 64-bit digital recording and modern mastering? Not a chance. Fun? It's the bedrock of everything CRUST does. ... more
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