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1. godlovesex
2. indigent king
3. PEANUTBUTTER
4. RUMORS AND LIES
5. SPYCAT
6. HERBCRUST
7. kingmax

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released February 21, 2012

Cover art: "She Got Lost In The Night" By Joseph Patrick Arnegger

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Track Name: godlovesex
GOD IS LOVE
Big hands are shaking
my body’s so vacant.
You’re killing me, I can’t help it.
That was my choice all along
corpses have more fun- torture!

God is Love
Love is Sex
Sex is Death
Death, Awesome
God is Love
Love is Sex
Sex is Death
Death, Awesome

Camp on an island
marshmallows are frying.
Made with the cream
of your b-b-b-bones!
I can’t spend one more single night
out here on my own.
Artifacts ward off
your g-g-g-ghost!!

God is Love
Love is Sex
Sex is Death
Death, Awesome
God is Love
Love is Sex
Sex is Death
Death, Awesome
God is Love
Love is Sex
Sex is Death
Death, Awesome
God is Love
Love is Sex
Sex is Death
Death, Awesome

When your hope starts to slip
like the tread on your soul
straighten up and let it out:
I won’t take no more!
When your hope starts to slip
like the tread on your soul
straighten up and let it out:
I won’t take no more!!

God is Love
Love is Sex
Sex is Death
Death, Awesome
God is Love
Love is Sex
Sex is Death
Death, Awesome
God is Love
Love is Sex
Sex is Death
Death, Awesome
God is Love
Love is Sex
Sex is Death
Death, Awesome
Track Name: indigent king
INDIGENT KING
He’s the saddest man the world forgot.
Forget about them now.
He’s the victim of a kingdom
nobody’s figured out.
He’s a sad man, he can’t even laugh and see the irony.
What’s causing the misery that he can’t live without?

So take those crooks, and rope their sides
with baseball bats, brass knuckles, and knives.
You could aim a gun between your eyes
but doing nothing is an act of violence.
Doing nothing is an act of violence.
Doing nothing is an act of violence.

With a coin between your fingers you could wish for it all.
But the blind man’s gold is just a pillar made of salt.
So ask for it angrily, and demand menacingly
details of the heresy responsible in fault.
But you could not recall in the bliss of alcohol
that the blind man’s gold was just a pillar made of salt.
They were leaders in a set of their own doubtful sympathies.
Leaders in a set of their own doubtful sympathies.

So take those crooks, and rope their sides
with baseball bats, brass knuckles, and knives.
You could aim a gun between your eyes
but doing nothing is an act of violence.
Doing nothing is an act of violence.
Doing nothing is an act of violence.
Track Name: PEANUTBUTTER
THE “PEANUT BUTTER” ONE
First I’m nervous, then I stutter
my tongue’s made of peanut butter
you’re stuck to me.
And your hands are gently folding
tiny bones, desperately holding on
to luxuries.

But I’m a dirty broke guy
not much to hold out for.
I’m not even surprised
unemployed at twenty-four.
I can’t take you to the drive-thru
but I’ll dumpster dive into your heart
on a spring board made of two by fours.

I’m just a guy
and I don’t feel like myself much anymore.
I need a life
yours!

It’s true your eyes are made out of tea leaves
how else could anybody explain it?
I mean it looked like we were struck by a moonbeam.
but I don’t heard nobody complaining.

That I’m a dirty broke guy
not much to hold out for.
I don’t do black tie
you’ll be out on the dance floor.
I can’t take you to the drive-thru
but I’ll dumpster dive into your heart
on a spring board made of two by fours.

I’m just a guy
and I don’t feel like myself much anymore.
I need a life
yours!
I’m just a guy
and I don’t feel like myself much anymore.
I need a life
yours!
Track Name: RUMORS AND LIES
First I'm afraid to say it
everyone will know
what they ask for
I don't know
You left your voice
In a kingdom I've destroyed

Rumors and lies yeah Rumors and lies
Don't let them catch you speaking those
Rumors and lies
Who slept with your girl?
Who got with your guy?
There ain't a drop of truth to them

Who taught you everything you need to learn in life
like how to dry your eyes
and how to clean the knife
so brush off your shoulders
and put my on ice
the questions men are asking point to
rumors and lies

rumors and lies yeah rumors and lies
there ain't a drop of truth to them
rumors and lies
rumors and lies, a suspect device
you're young and you're still dumb
and so i'll forgive you twice
rumors and lies
rumors and lies
rumors and lies
rumors

Don't ever tempt the fates
into what they'd aught to
some people get their messages
by the bottle
so how will you feel when your ears' burning off
and the tip of your tongue turns to dust?
Track Name: SPY CAT
SPY CAT
I want to collect the sunshine
wring it from your eyes
and break your neck
like a pack of candy cigarettes.

You were such a criminal
acting like you got away with it.
I won’t let you get away.

My elbows are ready to rebuild
my back and knees will say the same.
But my hands, they aren’t so steady.
You’re a crime-wave.
You’re a crime-wave.

I want to collect the sunshine
wring it from your eyes
and break your neck
like a pack of candy cigarettes.
You’re a crime-wave.
You’re a crime-wave.
Track Name: HERB CRUST
HERB CRUST
Herb Crust, now that was a guy
somebody, sometime
he fell in the wrong.
It was the right place
time was unkind
he was wanted and tried
it looked like he’s gone.
But then who comes back in swinging strong?
He was singing a song, I hear it all the time:

“You’re just a fag!” Oh!
“A load of crap!” You’re!
“A washed up hack!” Thanks
Bitch, I knew that.
“You’re just a fag!” Oh!
“A load of crap!” You’re!
“A washed up hack!” Thanks
but, I knew that.

Herb Crust, now that was the guy
on everyone’s minds
he was sparkling fun.
In a wipe-out, caught by surprise
in the blink of an eye
the damage was done.
And guess who comes back in swinging strong?
He was singing a song, I hear it all the time:

“You’re just a fag!” Oh!
“A load of crap!” You’re!
“A washed up hack!” Thanks
Bitch, I knew that.
“You’re just a fag!” Oh!
“A load of crap!” You’re!
“A washed up hack!” Thanks
but, I knew that.

Now do I fill your needs emotionally
or do I physically tread on
every idea and thing?
every personal name?
shit on the stars you were wishing on?

No.

“You’re just a fag!” Oh!
“A load of crap!” You’re!
“A washed up hack!” Thanks
Bitch, I knew that.
“You’re just a fag!” Oh!
“A load of crap!” You’re!
“A washed up hack!” Thanks.
Track Name: king max
KING MAX
You’re great at explaination
cutaways, transparencies.
You could plot across my heart
and blast it into smithereens.
Or write a song to reassure
everything was as it seems.
Stray away from history
invent selective scenes.

But I’m the king of making up
what I’m imagining
Yeah, I’m the one to blame
who ruined everything.
But I’m the king of making up
what I’m imagining
Yeah, I’m the one to blame
who ruined everything.

You would rather be a girl who knew for certain
than commit suicide by
Wheel of Fortune.
Would you rather be a girl who knew for certain?
Or commit suicide by
Wheel of Fortune?

You need to find a new plan, you need to find another man.
At the fountain of grief there’s not enough for you and me.

You’re love is like a weapon
and people get hurt.
Your love is such a burden
you hurt yourself first.
Your love was everything
that I was looking for.
Now your love is gone
I can’t take it anymore.

You would rather be a girl who knew for certain
than commit suicide by
Wheel of Fortune.
Would you rather be a girl who knew for certain?
Or commit suicide by
Wheel of Fortune?

You will devise a new plan, one to entrap another man
in your fountain of grief there’s not enough for you and me.