Michael

by Fort Hobo

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released 06 December 2012

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Track Name: Part 1 of 3
Middle America, Middle of the day
A man with no options tries to find a way
Sizeable mortgage and fair amount of debt
But he still has hope, he hasn’t given up yet

He grabs a butcher knife and a hand grenade
Fantasy football fees have got to get paid
He charges on down to the liquor store
And tells everyone to get down on the floor

“What the fuck are you gonna do now, bitch?
Your whole life’s about to turn to shit
What the fuck can anyone do about this
My whole life has led up to this!”

But the liquor store is a secret operation
All a giant cover for a drug investigation
SWAT team busts in, helicopters overhead
DEA, CIA, top level Feds

Building surrounded, megaphone blaring
Camera crews there, whole city staring
A thousand feet away, a sniper takes aim
The sniper is a clone of the man, one in the same

“What the fuck are you gonna do now, bitch?
Your whole life’s about to turn to shit
What the fuck can anyone do about this
My whole life has led up to this!”

Sniper waits for orders, situation is tense
And it’s all being watched by a higher intelligence
For years they’ve watched us mortals on earth
Stolen our placenta and our afterbirth

But now has come the time for it all to end
Alien abduction is the latest trend
Humans prepared for awkward alien sex
Parts two and three tell what happens next
Track Name: Power Wulf
Hola amigos, que pasea?
Como estan mis amigos?
Yo soy el rey del mundo
Y tengo una casa de queso

Trabajo cada semana
La luna esta mi hermanna
Estoy enamarado de un fantasma
Nunca hablo con los politicos

Yo como muchas manzanas
Las manzanas no comen yo
Saltamos de muchas ventanas
Quiero estar un bombero

Trabajo cada semana
La luna esta mi hermanna
Estoy enamarado de un fantasma
Nunca hablo con los politicos

Yo vivo en New Mexico
Hay muchas animales afurea
Me gusta major el lobo
El lobo tiene poder
Track Name: Slime Tank
Up on the stage, lights all ablaze

Everyone is waiting for history to be made

The cameras are rolling, the show goes on live

Some unlucky band just might, might take a dive!



30 Feet! Down Below! Into a giant pool of slime, oh my god, did I mention the barracudas? And their instruments will probably also be ruined! Slime tank....



The singer is singing, the drummer is drumming

The ratings machine just keeps right on running

This is for real, they could get a record deal

But if the crowd votes no, then that's that's the way it goes



Down Below! 30 feet, with no parachutes, no life preservers, (something, something, disgusting pool, something...) Slime Tank!



Band after band from all across the land

Doing their best to entertain the fans

They're playing their hearts out, they're playing with soul

Perfectly aware that the slime tank is full


They all want the fame, they all want the glory

They all want to go home with a good story

But this crowd is tough, and their judgment is rough

Fame don‘t last long, in fact, only half a song!


Track Name: Stevie Stucker (He Hardly Knew Her)
Albuquerque’s the best motherfuckin place to live
Handjob hookers taking all that you can give
Sometimes a little rain, but mostly only sun
Sometimes a little pain, but mostly only fun

We’ve got a fuckin tram!
Two point seven miles!
It’ll cost you 20 bucks!
Panoramic view!

We got that show Breaking Bad, it’s mostly about drugs
Steve Stucker’s on the corner, he’s handing out free hugs
Do you like hot air balloons? We got more than just a few
Meth heads and good Samaritans in the AB-Fuckin-Q

We’ve got a fuckin tram!
Two point seven miles!
It’ll cost you 20 bucks!
Panoramic view!
Track Name: The Guy From Phantasm
Pocket full of stickers, backpack full of paint
I be doin' all the things that most people caint
Down in the tunnels, up on the rooftops
Once you try it once, ya know you just can't stop

When I go out the city is mine
Me and my crew, we run the night
Up and down, high and low
You're gonna see my name everywhere you go

I do it for fun, I do it to rebel
I do it cause I'm fucking addicted to the smell
We need revolution, we need more art
And writing my name is just the start

When I go out the city is mine
Me and my crew, we run the night
Up and down, high and low
You're gonna see my name everywhere you go
Track Name: Handful of Whip Kick
Kick down the door, spit in their face
Free every animal in the fucking place
They call it research, it's torture to me
Destroy the cages and set them all free

Burn that whole muh'fucker down
Burn that whole muh'fucker down
Burn it to the fucking ground
Burn that whole muh'fucker down

Innocent creatures strapped down in rows
Chemicals sprayed in their eyes, mouth, and nose
Unable to move, fully restrained
Nothing but suffering, a lifetime of pain

Burn that whole muh'fucker down
Burn that whole muh'fucker down
Burn it to the fucking ground
Burn that whole muh'fucker down

They justify by saying they're told what to do
Well guess what, the Nazis had researchers too
Killing an animal to find out why it dies
Exactly the opposite of being civilized

Burn that whole muh'fucker down!
Track Name: I Don't Give (No Sort of Fuck)
This motherfuckin life can be such a drag now
Sometimes you just gotta go ahead and chill the fuck out
Every day we got so many god damn motherfuckin rules
But fuck it all, do what you wanna do

If you ain’t livin, I guess you must be dyin
If you ain’t havin’ fun, you’re not tryin
So go ahead and live it up
Make sure not to give a fuck -- Woo!

It’s pretty fuckin easy to fall into the same routine
Day after day, you really don’t do anything
And after awhile, it all starts to look the same
But if you’re feelin bored, you really have no one to blame

If you ain’t livin, I guess you must be dyin
If you ain’t havin’ fun, you’re not tryin
So go ahead and live it up
Make sure not to give a fuck -- Woo!

It’s pretty fuckin easy to fall into the same routine
Day after day, you really don’t do anything
And after awhile, it all starts to look the same
But if you’re feelin bored, you really have no one to blame

If you ain’t livin, I guess you must be dyin
If you ain’t havin’ fun, you’re not tryin
So go ahead and live it up
Make sure not to give a fuck -- Woo!