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Sux Headaches

by Sex Headaches

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Putting the final touches on a cake To serve our masters while the temple shakes Bringin it down on my head and all of you Can’t just wait until the light gets doused Can’t just wait for them to wipe us out They put a premium on our cost to live You want a tour of their big house You don’t care the way they treat their spouse You worship wealth even as it strangles you (it strangles us all) CHORUS You know the way I see things, The rich just ain’t human beings They’re all still thinking that they own you They try and act so polite But every word is a slight Against the peasant class agreed to You beg and graciously accept their crumbs You sign their contracts to aggressive sums No one can pay to breathe today — how bout you? They made a network based on scarcity Act like our lives are due to charity They turn their thumb one way and un make a life The shelter, water, food should all be free No one deserves to live like you and me Always in stress, under duress thanks to them CHORUS The notion’s radical we want to live We want something they can afford to give And give and give and give and give every day Why not a ceiling everyone can reach? Why not a lesson everyone can teach? Why not feel safe, not just a wraith on their street? We can get them to give what we want Let’s start a fire in the restaurant They’ll ask the poor to bat down every flame? We never will again CHORUS END
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Muscles relax as I look up at the sky To think that some would say there’s a reason why We populate this planet stale cork bread full of maggots We hang around a while, after that it’s time to die CHORUS: I don’t even know the reason why We suffer, we suffer, we suffer, we suffer, we die. I don’t think there’s nothing in the sky. We suffer, we suffer, we suffer, we suffer, we die. Crawl on each other try to leave some behind These hopeless witnesses to their parents crimes They think that they’ll get it right Just when they think that they might Pushed by the plunger through conclusion of time CHORUS I got the answers if you can take a seat Life has no meaning there’s no souls in the meat You find out what excites you Don’t wait til we invite you Trust me you’ll barely notice when the trip’s complete
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CHORUS: Overlord Rethroned Where’s our strength in numbers? What’s left out Must be stoned By daybreak Pretty colors through my head Within a darkness vaguely red Mashing buttons down my spine I’d like to stay, I’m feeling fine CHORUS Hope is not so meaningless, unless You think that it means this — Kissing cousins to the fall, I’d like to meet who dropped the ball
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Hit snooze to try and steal another grain of sleep Throw it on the pile, rest that doesn’t seem to keep Your head above the water, you’re only someone’s daughter And someone’s daughter doesn’t pay the rent CHORUS: You go to work think it will set you free, never knowing You put this bullet through your head you do it every morning To wake in fright you’re shaking in the sheets, barely crawling You’re never going to collect. Hangover’s shaking roots have taken up your hands If you scrape by enough you’ll see the distant lands Those piling up the miles, those flying out in style, You watch them close the door behind them. CHORUS x2 END
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Too many close talkers I can’t stand the smell Clams casino, rotting in teeth, Guess this must be Hell All the grant money, Bottom of the well, Weak investment, broken toothed on Every candy shell CHORUS Guess this is Hell I don’t mind it anymore Here we all dwell Mostly I’m just getting bored Gas canister salesmen Emptying the lot Here’s a special blend Whose recipe I just forgot Little pinch of mayhem, Corruption and greed, Little pinch and hold the world down implant your seed CHORUS END
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You think your problems come at night through Ouija boards Like you were chosen by a god distant and bored To suffer greatly, martyr of the insta race When you go live no one can even see your face, cuz they’re all CHORUS: HUNGRY HORNY SLEEPY That’s all we are HUNGRY HORNY SLEEPY We’re nothing more But surely mommy wasn’t lying when she said, “son, You are so special and better than everyone.” Then why don’t everyone around you seem to care When you start crying about something vain and square? CHORUS All that you suffer has been suffered here before By every sufferer until there is no more And every name given to suffering’s in a book It only has one page if you’d just take a look, it says CHORUS

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released March 20, 2020

all music by Sex Headaches
recorded/mixed by Kyle Morgan
mastered by Andrew Oswald
artwork by Ben Brodsky

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