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Steve-fuckin'-Buscemi
02:33
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Last round lasts an extra round, when you're only one door down.
The only one in town who wears a frown, and sees everything upside down.
So what's left to drown my sorrows in, tonight's a binge.
And everyday from here on out.
Who's that guy I swear I see, in every movie.
What's it gonna be next week, I can't wait to see.
Tell me who you want me to be.
Please tell me who I should be.
Today I'll be Pink, and tomorrow Broadway Bob.
A drunk, a bum, a bartender; not all once.
Or maybe has no job.
A psycho, a hit man, or director.
Magician, musician, photographer.
Crazy Eyes, still Seymore But which one have I been this tour.
Hey who's that guy across the street.
Turning days in to weeks.
It changed the way I see.
That's more than just me.
Now I know who to believe.
Hey Steve, I believe in me.
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Harshmellow
03:11
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Misery loves company; You'll never be along again.
Is hell on Earth or in your mind; Suffering is hard to define.
Could you fix it, would you try; Not my struggle, not my time.
Misery loves company; Suffering is hard to define.
I think we were born to rot (I think about it a lot)
Love is the law, love under will (Do what thou wilt)
I think we were born to rot (I think about it a lot)
All we have is all we've got (All we have is what we've got)
Mental warfare Monopoly; Set the rules as you go.
Wandering with a broken compass; Wondering why no one wants to follow.
Lost in a cave of doubt; Confusion and anxiety.
Wandering with a broken compass; Wondering why no one wants to follow.
I think we were born to rot (I think about it a lot)
Love is the law, love under will (Do what thou wilt)
I think we were born to rot (I think about it a lot)
All we have is all we've got (All we have is what we've got)
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Weekend Warrior's Code
02:49
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It's Friday, you know what that means.
Cashed my check, got a pack of smokes.
Long live the American Dream.
We're doin' it my way (my way),
Pregame starts at nine; I should probably eat some food.
The cab is here, chug your wine.
And I'm not drunk.
No I'm not drunk.
And I'm not drunk, yet.
But I will be (But I will be).
It's Friday, I'm on my fifth draft beer.
Shots with stranger, Who ordered food?
Partying should be a career.
Oh by the way (by the way),
You keep bumming cigarettes; I guess I'll smoke one with you if I have to.
It's Friday, I heard it's last call.
And I don't know where my friends are.
I guess that I'll pay (I'll pay).
We need a ride home; I wanna forget, I already forgot.
I enjoy being alone.
And now I'm too drunk.
I guess I'm too drunk.
I am too drunk.
I heard I'm too drunk.
I'm sorry.
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Lürking Class Albany, New York
Upstate NY punk band founded out of sheer boredom during quarantine in March 2020.
Personnel:
Joey: Guitar/Vox
Mike: Drums
Lou: Bass/Vox
WE ARE LÜRKING CLASS. WE SLAY ROCK'N'ROLL.
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