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It Could Be Better

by Whiskey Tango

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1.
Strung Out 01:23
I am so tired of looking at your face Get away from me I need my space Your frame of mind is so messed up Why can’t you see straight? You’ve been manipulating me from the start Refuse to surrender ripped apart Well fuck you I don’t go that far I am so strung out
2.
So sick and tired of your bitching and complaining Why can’t you see that were entertaining We’re not playing metal so shut your face Whoever told you life was fair Martin and Will are metal heads They’ll fuck your sister in your mother’s bed Wherever they go they inspire dread What’s this screaming shit? I don’t do that Marilyn Manson, Coal Chamber, and Tool I don’t see why they’re so cool All they say is blow your brains out So blow your brains out blow your brains out All they say is blow your brains out So blow your brains out blow your brains out Martin and Will are metal head They’ll fuck your sister in your mother’s bed Wherever they go they inspire dread
3.
Fleece 02:50
It’s blue it’s so fuzzy It’s blue its so skuzzy He’s never seen without it If it’s not there it’s The fleece I couldn’t ask for more If your not against your for The fleece I never want it to go away Were is the fleece is all I got to say You’re my partner in honor and crime Government taxes we won’t pay a dime The fleece I couldn’t ask for more If your not against your for The fleece
4.
Mike Hunt 02:06
He used to live around the block So suddenly did he get fucked The cops said they came to talk He knew something was happening He didn’t know what to say Interrogation over bation Harassment suit filed against Himself would not say who Alibi construed The turkey left undone They could not take what he loved His Private stash of porno’s and his Beloved drugs When Mike gets angry he acts foolish Not the right time or place To do what he wanted to do Right in their fucking face For authority he has no tolerance Quick thinking he acted alone Getting ready to explode Took his shotgun out hollered move They would not listen to reason So they drown They could not take what he loved What he held most dearest to his heart His private stash of porno’s and his drugs
5.
She’s my necrophiliac buddy She’s my necrophiliac friend She’s my necrophiliac buddy She likes to fuck around with the dead She’s my necrophiliac buddy She’s my necrophiliac friend She’s my necrophiliac buddy She tries to fuck them in the head
6.
I hate you Lucky, hate you Lucky, hate you Lucky I hate you Lucky, hate you Lucky, hate you Lucky I hate you Lucky, hate you Lucky, hate you Lucky I hate you Lucky, hate you Lucky, hate you Lucky But she’s my dog and I have to care for her If I could I’d choose just to ignore her She tries to walk but her stomachs uneasy I wish she’d die it would much better please me I hate you Lucky, hate you Lucky, hate you Lucky She’s got a personal solar system And has her way with her little sister Statistically she’s morbidly overweight Eight or nine times it was because she over ate I hate you Lucky, hate you Lucky, hate you I wish you’d die
7.
Muriel the Goat is my best friend We’re going to go to Tahiti in the end With Evie and Charlie in grass skirts We’ll dance around the trees and eat dirt Muriel the Goat likes to get high She likes her tequila without the lime She likes to talk philosophy to pass the time Muriel the Goat is my best friend Muriel the Goat likes to get high She likes her tequila without the lime She likes to talk philosophy to pass the time Muriel the Goat is my best friend Muriel the Goat is my best friend We’re going to go to Tahiti in the end With Evie and Charley in grass skirts We’ll dance around the trees and eat dirt Chorus...
8.
They used to think unlike Decisions to make unsure in life Regrets about the past they wonder Was it ever really worth the thought? None of them could tell False feelings affirmation Emotions they seemed to lack To always never know Are really just for show The losing streaks ahead is when The ends meet For not the first time The power for the struggle Has left them benign Catered to an empty grave Left oblivious to life This time their going to die Hypocritical to hype Drug related affiliation Concerns about intoxication Twisted youth with sarcasm The feelings they’ve become Still uncertainty done for the rest Shivering now cold Left for dead alone Warm still at the heart Heart is at the home Fear I don’t belong here where The ends meet For not the first time The power for the struggle Has left them benign Catered to an empty grave Left oblivious to life This time their going to die Hypocritical to hype
9.
Fuel 03:01
I stand here all alone I wait for the one who never shows Can’t seem to get it right You stare at this pathetic site I know your soul has been set free And I hope you still love me Far away in a land nobody knows There I am standing in the cold I got to get away can’t stay in this place You’re standing their shame on my face
10.
I Hate this world ill hate the next Leave me alone I don’t need advice Stop telling me what you think I should do I heard it enough from them I don’t need it from you Fuck the words to the rest of life I don’t pay attention anyway If you’re not careful you’ll probably die It’s already done and you know you’re in trouble I wasted my time you used yours up The only difference is how it looks to you You got your slice of heaven I got my slice of pie Fuck you man Fuck you fuck you die Fuck the words to the rest of life I don’t pay attention anyway If you’re not careful you’ll probably die It’s already done and you know you’re in trouble
11.
Screw Up 01:24
He was a screw up His parents told him so So he left home To pursue a career in the punk rock show He was an addict He had spiky hair A leather jacket His life was full of flare He died that night For all his screaming fans A shotgun wound In the back of his head He was a screw up His parents told him so So he left home To pursue a career in the punk rock show

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released August 12, 1997

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Whiskey Tango Seattle, Washington

Whiskey Tango is from Fairbanks, AK. Started in '96 ended in '12.

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