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Time is a Motherfucker
05:03
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You know, time is an asshole
Something all us fall chickens know
He's been messing with my body for years
Started fucking with my mind not too long ago
And his sense of humor's like a tumor
To a humble servant like me
You know, I used to be sharp as a goddamn tack
Now my memory is just a memory
And all he likes to do all day is remind me I should have cared
Back when not caring was in style
And he's been pushing me to some big ol' cliff
When all I'd like to do is just sit still for a little while
You know time, he sho'nuff is a motherfucker
I caught a glimpse of myself in the nude by mistake last night
May not be cause for alarm yet, but let's just say it weren't a pretty sight
And I could read you a list of my afflictions
But then we'd never get around to discussin'
What we ought to be focusing on
I just wish I knew what time The Simpsons came on
And it's every fucking day, another insult to absorb
One more small loss of dignity
And, what the hell, now where's my watch?
Shit, you ain't worn a watch in years
Hell, I don't need your sympathy
You know time, he sho'nuff is a motherfucker
I don't know about you, cuz
But some days I'm near as good as I ever was
That must be because you weren't much to begin with
Yeah, well who asked you? Why don't you mind your damn business?
Why can't you leave my illusions in tact?
What's causing this pain in my lower back?
You know I used to be an athlete back when I was young
Yeah, was that when you were getting down to Wang Chung?
And all he likes to do all day is remind me I should have cared
Back when not caring was in style
And he's been getting in my face
Lately, he's been rubbing it in
Can I just rest here for a while?
You know time, he sho'nuff is a motherfucker
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Late Thirties White Guys
04:14
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Beencaught up in a lot of hype
Fit into a few stereotypes
From Cancer to Generation X
As a member of the much-less fairer sex
Late Thirties White Guys cranking Public Enemy
Trying to escape Soft Rock and Seventies
Yeah, I'm rolling with the Wu Tang, but I'm dreaming about Steely Dan
It's just as sad as it seems
Man-child hair-metal fan
Music snob in a crappy band
Late Thirties White Guys cranking Public Enemy
Trying to escape Soft Rock and Seventies
Yeah, I'm rolling with the Wu Tang, but I'm dreaming about Steely Dan
It's just as sad as it seems
It's Method Man and straight cash
But I really prefer early Graham Nash
Call each other homies, but our names are Skip and Lance
We never had a chance
Late Thirties White Guys cranking Public Enemy
Trying to escape Soft Rock and Seventies
Yeah, I'm rolling with the Wu Tang, but I'm dreaming about Steely Dan
It's just as sad as it seems
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My Mistress, the Muse
02:18
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You fellas know what I'm talkin' 'bout
You ladies know it too
It's not something you think about
It's not something you choose
Sometimes you just gotta go
There is no good excuse
You know she needs attention
My mistress, the muse
My mistress, the muse!
My mistress, the muse!
My mistress, the muse!
If I put it off too long
She'll show up late at night
Screamin' on my lawn, wakin' the neighbors, angling for a fight
I need to pacify her
She's got a real short fuse
She wants to break up my happy home
My mistress, the muse
My mistress, the muse!
My mistress, the muse!
My mistress, the muse!
My wife's getting suspicious
I seem so lost in thought
She's bound to figure out soon
It's like I'm hoping to get caught
She's gonna have to share me
It's up to her to choose
Who knows, she may just leave me
My mistress, the muse
My mistress, the muse!
My mistress, the muse!
My mistress, the muse!
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You got my letter in the mail
It says you tried, but you failed
But there's still a place that you can go
It isn't really far from here
You can see it crystal clear
Just a leap of faith across the sand
We got swingin' bars and barstools broken
Beer for drinkin and the weed for tokin'
And a pretty little divorcee to pass the time
Now, you can say what you want to say
As long as it's a sweet cliche
It's where country singers go to die
You walked the walk and sung the song
But 15 minutes doesn't last that long
And nobody around there remebers your name
You had some gigs, but they didn't pay
You had some girls, but they didn't stay
Well buddy, welcome to the club
We got swingin' bars and barstools broken
Beer for drinkin and the weed for tokin'
And a pretty little divorcee to pass the time
Now, you can say what you want to say
As long as it's a sweet cliche
It's where country singers go to die
Hey buddy, you got it all wrong
Started out acoustic, but it didn't last long
Got a Les Paul and I hit the road
A hundred shows, now they're all a blur
I think I had a fan, but--not sure
Hey, I'm Joan Jett, I love rock and roll
We got Jack for drinkin' and coke for snortin'
Underage girls perfect for cavortin'
And a shot of Drano for your eye
We got hair product if you wanna go femme
A candy dish full of green M&Ms
This is where rock and rollers go to die
We got Jack for drinkin' and coke for snortin'
Underage girls perfect for cavortin'
And a shot of Drano for your eye
We got hair product if you wanna go femme
A candy dish full of green M&Ms
This is where country singers in denial go to die
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Zim & Knux Austin, Texas
"Time is a Mofo," a 4-song EP about aging, is the latest by Zim & Knux. The duo have been making music under that name since 2008, but their collaboration began when they formed The Late Fees, Austin's potty-mouthed doo-wop-punk band. The group's self-titled 2007 record garnered fans and kudos from around the world. Since disbanding the Fees, Zim & Knux have continued putting out new stuff. ... more
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