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Patty Columbo
02:30
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She’s selling blush at Walgreen's
Banging a pharmacist, with 5 offspring
He’s a "swinger," with an appetite
A fallen angel looking for her knight
Ambushed in the parking lot
Daddy’s girl in a halter top
Ohhhhh! a .22 splits his lip
Patti’s had enough of it!
Daddy’s dead
Mommy’s dead
Mikey’s dead
Patty Colombo
Drunk at The Where Else Lounge
car salesman and a county clown.
for 20 thousand and some shame
these 2 dopes will Take the blame
The T-bird found in Cabrini Greene
Front door open wide
3 days of news stacked high
A slaughterhouse scene inside!
Daddy’s dead
Mommy’s dead
Mikey’s dead
Patty Colombo
Frank’s rotting in the front room.
4 holes in his head,
Skull split wide open
With the table lamp
Mary is in the hallway
With her see through eyes,
She’s looking vile
With A juicy neck smile!
Daddy’s dead
Mommy’s dead
Mikey’s dead
Patty Colombo
MIkey’s layin in his bed,
Now his mind is full of lead
Bowling trophy gore,
87s the high score.
Scissors of gold,
Let the truth be told
Daddy did not like
Her boyfriend.
Daddy’s dead
Mommy’s dead
Mikey’s dead
Patty Colombo
Daddy’s dead
Mommy’s dead
Mikey’s dead
Patty Colombo
Daddy’s dead
Mommy’s dead
Mikey’s dead
Patty Colombo
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A burnt out carcass The American Dream Home for my parents nothing for me
liberal do-gooders Washington elites helping thoes illegals worried about a tree
passing judgement
on what we believe
tell me I’m deplorable not sure what that means
Cheetolini Cheetolini
it’s no conspiracy
Cheetolini Cheetolini
American supremacy
Cheetolini Cheetolini
Jesus brought him to me
Cheetolini Cheetolini
A savior he will be
Under employed watching TV
A loud orange man pointed to me
This is your land your given right take out the others we’re in a fight
We’ll bring back jobs tremendously
back to the mines restore dignity
Cheetolini Cheetolini
it’s no conspiracy
Cheetolini Cheetolini
American supremacy
Cheetolini Cheetolini
Jesus brought him to me
Cheetolini Cheetolini
A savior he will be
Everything you hear Everything you see they’re all lies
you will trust me
Making deals for the economy consolidation oligarchy
Take it back
from those who disagree soon they will pay
take a knee
Cheetolini Cheetolini
it’s no conspiracy
Cheetolini Cheetolini
American supremacy
Cheetolini Cheetolini
Jesus brought him to me
Cheetolini Cheetolini
A savior he will be
this land is my land
this land is my land
this land was made just for me
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3. |
Slow Burn
03:15
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It keeps getting harder
To keep standing in place
The top is pushing down hard
Taking all it can take
It’s a slow burn
You’re a frog in the pot
Expectations dying
An invisible rot
Even when we’re together
I still feel alone
Trying to lose the thought
Of a forever home
It’s a slow burn
You’re a frog in the pot
Expectations dying
An invisible rot
I’m anxious
Never been less secure
The planet is peeling away
The resources we need to stay
What do we really own?
What can we keep
Besides our bones?
Everything you know of me
That’s just packaging
It’s a slow burn
You’re a frog in the pot
Expectations dying
An invisible rot
I’m playing
This winless, never ending game
The more I fight
The more my power
Gets taken away
It’s a slow burn
You’re a frog in the pot
Expectations dying
An invisible rot
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4. |
Illuminati
03:02
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black helicopters
coming for your daughters
silent outrage
oh oh
a new world order
one with no quarter
let the government know
oh oh
alien societies
living off your anxieties
me
tin foil for me I guarantee illuminati
thee
eye in money nothing to see illuminati
gonna raise the dead
gonna hide the poor
gonna find my way out
oh oh
gotta seize the day
and stay out of sight
and thats where I’ll be
oh oh
backwards is the way to zen
in this imaginary prison
me
tin foil for me I guarantee illuminati
thee
eye in money nothing to see illuminati
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5. |
Shit all over the place
02:15
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How can I relax and sit on the couch
When there’s shit all over the place
I can’t walk without stepping on things
Cuz your shit’s all over the place
I don’t want to be here no more
Don’t give me that face
I can’t stand being around you
When your shits all over the place
I got a new dog But she’s got me down
Because she shitsAll over the place
I come home and what the fuck
There’s shit all over the place
I’ve tried so hard to train her
Its a fucking disgrace
Now I have to get rid of this dog
Because she shits all over the place
I can’t stand this Practice space
Because your shits all over the place
I can’t even find the right tone
Because your shits All over the place
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6. |
Feed Me
02:33
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distracted and sick
broken down to
assimilate faithfully
and obey
a pittance
for an inhumane day
struggle to live
on what they pay
feed me before I feed
suck me dry make me bleed
feed me before I feed
suck me dry make me bleed
i've been scored
on potential i've ignored
i'm quantified
i am a roi
you wear the mask
to please your lords
behind it nothing
you're a whore
feed me before I feed
suck me dry make me bleed
feed me before I feed
suck me dry make me bleed
look around
what do you see?
pick up your head
get out of that screen
glazed faces
vacant places
differences rule the day
civility in decay
decades of neglect
a national stress test
creating more poor
decency out the door
i'm a consumable consumer
not an individual
no security
there's nothing for me
feed me before I feed
suck me dry make me bleed
feed me before I feed
suck me dry make me bleed
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7. |
Wire
04:11
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This secret
I’m holding for you
makes me feel alone
now I only have you
to share
with what you did to me.
Fuck it!
I love you
Even though my mind
is saying fuck you.
For now I’ll hold
and love you
Until you push away
Then, fuck you
what’s a proportional response?
To this betrayal
Is it a scar or a crater?
Do I grasp or let go?
Or can it be softened
by empathy?
Fuck it!
I love you
Even though my mind
is saying fuck you.
For now I’ll hold
and love you
Until you push away
Then, fuck you
Fuck it!
I love you
Even though my mind
is saying fuck you.
For now I’ll hold
and love you
Until you push away
Then, fuck you
I’m being pulled Into the dark
Where it’s not clear and I can’t see
Am I the one
The one you love?
am I just the result
of another manic spree?
Fuck it!
I love you
Even though my mind
is saying fuck you.
For now I’ll hold
and love you
Until you push away
Then, fuck you
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8. |
Day Drinking
03:19
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Alcohol
Its a ball
The things I did
I don’t remember at all
Gin and Juice
Always On the loose
The dreams I had
I’m not thinking
My day is not a day until I’m drinking
In my home
All alone
My mind is blown
My day is not a day until I’m drinking
On my couch
Such a slouch
Can’t remember the day
Or the year
Another beer
My brains shrinking, and I’m thinking
My day is not a day until I’m drinking
All alone
In my home
On my phone
My day is not a day until I’m drinking
Ho ho ho ho ho
Ho ho ho ho ho
Ho ho ho ho ho
Ho ho ho ho ho
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Tÿre Fÿre Chicago, Illinois
From the bowels of The Alley in Chicago, Tÿre Fÿre has risen through the mucky muck to aurally assault your earholes with
the truth. While smelting punk, post-punk, and a touch of hardcore, Tÿre Fÿre have forged their own voice and intend to shout down the demons that plague society.
For booking, please contact: booking@tyre-fyre.com
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