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Patricia
03:30
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Patricia, I miss my mama
I miss my mother
Iād treat you better
Patricia, I canāt much longer
You make me stronger
Come be my mother
Patricia come pick up my toys
Donāt you raise your voice
Up at your little boy
Patricia come make me dinner
I got much thinner
When I met your daughter
(Oh no)
Ooohh
You got a little birth defect
Right as it learned how to speak
Crawling around on its four legs
The position that you should be
Looked for the wrong kind of attention
When all I really want is your affection
Iām waiting for you to come give it to me
Come love me motherly
Ooohhh
Come love me motherly
Ooohh
Come love me tenderly
Ohhh
Come love me endlessly
Ohh
Come Love me motherly
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2. |
Something Funky
00:50
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3. |
Fans not Friends
02:57
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Met a guy who liked going to the gym
Not too thick, not too thin
And I felt a lot of pity for the man
Met a country boy
Real prick, real hick
He told me I was the shit
Felt a lot of pity for the man
Theyād never see my face again
I stood there thinkinā
What is their place in my livin?
Why make this so complicatingā
Theyāre my friends, I donāt need friends..
I donāt need friends
I DO need fans
Iām a superstar
If you want I could take it real far
Hand me that guitar
Iāll show you where to start
Flatter my ego
If you want something with me
Everywhere we go
Iāll take it expensively
I need fans
I donāt need friends
I need fans
Is that too hard to comprehend
Friends will never understand
Friends donāt pay the bills
Friends will never understand
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4. |
Sex Sells
03:17
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Sex sells set success
Sex sells set success
An excess of sex success
But sex sells set success
Iām a sexy beast
Got it all over me
From my head down to my feet
Sexy entirely
Iām an anomaly
Speaking politically
Nothinā on top of me
Crazy bittersweet
Sex sells set success
Sex sells set success
I am willing to bet
That this is sex success
Sex sells sex success
Obsess over my chest
Use me tāil nothingās left
Cuz sex sells
I excel at what I do
Professional at seducing you
You donāt even know how to work me my boy
You really didnāt think this through
Caramel, Iāve got a sweet tooth
Youāre empty calories.. unless I make you my toy
And Iām selling it to you
Iām selling it to you
Try it before you buy it thatās what youāll do
Cuz sex sells
And it sells pretty fucking well
Yea it sells pretty fucking well
And sex sells
And it sells pretty fucking well
Yea it sells pretty fucking well
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Meat on the bone
04:31
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Tissue value, what does that mean to me?
When did my organs get so huge that Iāve forgotten how to breathe
Hands around my wrists I double check the risk
Iāll get so small in my clothes that one day theyāll swallow me
I wonāt let myself get trampled
I wonāt let myself get weak
I refuse to be defeated
By something who cannot speak
I have fought way bigger battles
I have taken many thrones
I have had much worse enemies
Then the meat on my bones
When I saw my reflection
And I fell down on my knees
For a small lack of muscle
I let out the loudest scream
I shivered and I trembled
Pulled down by some heavy tears
Is this really the example
I want to set onto my peers
But I wonāt let myself get trampled
I wonāt let myself get weak
Put in far too many hours
For this to get to me
I have fought way bigger battles
I have taken many thrones
Learning to be kind
To the meat on my bones
Do you think I look pretty?
I need you to tell me
Iāll empty my intestines
To see me differently
Iāve pushed and Iāve pulled every nook and cranny just so that I wouldnāt feel
Tell me would you still love me, if I had a bigger body?
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Nothing beats waking up to rectangular sun on the floor boards
Iāve got 23 sunburns, and my bodyās all sore
7 am and Iām already out the door
Couldnāt do this back then, what am I doing it for?
Summer adrenaline
Heatstroke and minty gums
Cant see where the light begins
But Iāll miss it when itās done
I wanna wander till my legs feel stiff like rubber
If we keep our heads up high
We can do this every summer
Getting no sleep and Iāve got a bunch of plans
If you hang with me you wonāt leave with empty hands
Letās stargaze by my poolside
Thatās when weāll decide
What we want to do with ourselves
Iāve got a bunch of cds laid on the shelf
Never been played at a party, but Iām sure theyād do it well
Maybe this is the season well find out
What being young and reckless is all about
Summer adrenaline
The season has begun
I have the sentiment
Things have never been this fun
Letās do it now weāll regret it once weāre older
If we keep our heads up high
Weāll do this every summer
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7. |
My Band and Me
03:12
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I think Iām fine when itās just me and my band
I donāt like doing small talk I donāt wanna hold your hand
Iāve got two functioning feet
That take me where I ought to be
Thatās all I need
We write tunes, we go out
And I like the way they strum
we know how to fun
And soon weāll be hitting the clubs
I donāt know what youāre thinking of
But I hope itās not me
Cause Iāve got all I need
My band and me
Weāre pretty young but weāre filled with good luck
Last thing on this checklist is a driver and a truck
So we can get out of here
Out of this city, go somewhere clear
Nowhere near
Imagine the stadiums filled
Oh joy, good golly what a thrill
All of this feels surreal
Theyāre all I need
My band and me
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