1. |
Anthem
04:28
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Run run and hide you filthy mammals
If you wanna stay alive
Eyes open wide in screaming terror
You'd better get inside
We are the Sleazestaxxx
Our sound will blow your mind
Lost city won’t be the same
Cuz the Sleazestaxxx have arrived
A storm is brewing outside, baby
As lightning strikes the range
Lost City's balance is in peril
Your world's about to change
We are the Sleazestaxxx
Our sound will blow your mind
Lost city won’t be the same
Cuz the Sleazestaxxx have arrived
TELE, Kevs, Sleazsa, Enoq,
t'Pasco and Yung Puppa too
Assembled here in all our glory
To play some rock n roll for you
We are the Sleazestaxxx
Our sound will blow your mind
Lost city won’t be the same
Cuz the Sleazestaxxx have arrived
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2. |
Guitar Center Dude
02:34
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When I walk into the store,
You stand there greasy and bored
And you say,
“Hey I remember you from before”
You ask me what I need
Like you’re doing a good deed
Then ask if I play lead,
I know all about your breed
Guitar Center dudes, I’ve got news for you
My tits
Don’t make me half as dumb
As your dicks
Make you.
I have a couple questions,
And when I go to ask
Do ya think that I don't see you,
Checking out my ass?
I may not know as much as you
About Gibsons and humbuckers
I don’t know much, but I know it rhymes
With misogynistic fuckers.
Guitar Center dudes, I’ve got news for you
My tits
Don’t make me half as dumb
As your dicks
Make you.
Fuck you.
You think being in a band
Makes you a big man
But you wanna know a secret?
I know you date your hand.
(Slide lick)
Guitar Center dudes, I’ve got news for you
My tits
Don’t make me half as dumb
As your dicks
Make you.
Fuck you.
You don’t think I got the chops
To come into your stupid shop,
But your lame ass punk rock emo excuse for a garage band fuckin’ sucks.
And don’t even get me started on your tats.
Guitar Center dudes, I’ve got news for you
My tits
Don’t make me half as dumb
As your dicks
Make you.
Fuck you.
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3. |
The Filthy Song
02:33
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I went down on an ice cream truck driver
In the middle of a rain-out.
I bought all the kids a snow cone
So I could get a rocket pop.
He said, "I've never seen the ocean."
So I asked, "Could you stop talking?
My knees are getting freezer burn now,
Time for you to get on top."
Well I love sweat stains on a dark blue collar,
Love to see them struggle to earn each dollar.
Maybe I’m funny or maybe I'm a jerk but
God loves a working man
And I love to do God's work.
I got fresh with an HVAC technician
In the middle of a snowstorm.
My house was fucking freezing,
But my blood was boiling hot.
He got all up in my crawlspace
To the bottom of the problem.
He blew all my vents wide open
Then he nailed the door shut.
Well I love sweat stains on a dark blue collar,
Love to see them struggle to earn each dollar.
Maybe I’m funny or maybe I'm a jerk but
God loves a working man
And I love to do God's work.
(Bass solo)
I huffed paint with a house painter
In the middle of el Niño.
Every color of the goddam rainbow
Was running through my empty head.
I said, "Chupa on my chi-chis!"
But he asked me "What does that mean?"
Turns out he was from Macon, Georgia,
But he hit the spot above my bed.
Well I love sweat stains on a dark blue collar,
Love to see them struggle to earn each dollar.
Maybe I’m funny or maybe I'm a jerk but
God loves a working man
And I love to do God's work.
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