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The Tragedy Of Mr. Steak
02:43
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Mr. Steak for when you make a mistake and have to barbecue
Your family
She sent him our for napkin rings
Who even knows those kinda things
He bought the wrong ones, but his wife said it was fine
But Mr. Steak can't make mistakes so he barbecued his wife
The neighbhours came for a BBQ so he had to take their lives
In the kerfuffle, knocked over the grill
Now the police, fire and news spill
All the exposure, just more for the dying
Mr. Steak must cover up his mistakes now that word of mouth is flying
From Town to County, City to Valley, everyone is frying
The number of victims is starting to gain
Does he need charcoal or propane
He's adding some spices, and a hint of lime
Mr. Steak!
Why did you have to kill your family?
Mr. Steak!
You didn't have to but you did
Mr. Steak has barbecued all of America
Like a Dad he sighs
Planning out his world tour
and Ontario, it's time!
Mr. Steak had to kill but his barbecue could no longer grill
So he sets his sights on the sun, now his job is done
Mr. Steak for when you make a mistake and have to murder our planet
Mr. Steak for when you make a mistake and have to murder our planet
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I Don't Know Love
02:29
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I thought the world moved at my pace
I thought I had more time to waste
But as it's clear I've stuck here in this place
I thought someone would wait for me
I thought I'd overcome insecurity
Now I find I'd cemented my mind on what to be
I don't know love, I don't know love
I don't know love, and I don't think that I ever will
I thought it'd always be the same
I thought nothing of stupid games
So it seems truth in my dreams can't lie
It's not that I'm unlovable
Just we seem too destructible
Pain and heartbreak for one's sake, that's not cool
I don't know love, I don't know love
I don't know love, and I don't think that I ever will
Pain I just don't, ever want to feel
Change I just don't, ever seem to want to make
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Power & Light
03:06
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The sun is out and I'm shining
I need no doubt this time
My ideal self is thriving
Until I go home and forget
You need to work for the good times
They just don't come to you
Everyday you lose the shine
and fall in pity with nothing to do
Power and light is here tonight
For so long, outta my sight
Power and light is here tonight
For so long it's a ugh!
You never forget your good times
The rain that beats you down
Tells you life never will shine
Again like it did so long ago
Hurts to learn reality
Comes at you like -
I'm sure someday eventually
You can live like you did that time oh ho
Power and light is here tonight
For so long outta my sight
Power and light is here tonight
For too long outta my sight
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4. |
Country Club
02:30
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One lone spec in a city of lights
Disguised by her toque and fear
Fixes her bangs long as the night
To hide her shifity eyes that peer
At people living bold and brass
The bonds of life are undone for now
Watch us run to something unclear
Here today but I don't know how
To enjoy this moment as it disappears
Tonight it's the Kusokawa Party
Alright
Looking for segments to replay
In her head she thinks up some
They haven't happened yet but one day
She'll be able to reflect on what's been done
The fireworks you can never miss
The country club is forever
The country club can never die
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5. |
America Runs On Lies
02:49
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They say Columbus discovered the coffee shop, I know this is a lie
At Dunkin's I'd sunked Canadian pride, and slurped Yank brew inside
The lid was shocking and my face was barfing, Tim I'd let you down
This eagle fuel couldn't fly high enough to rule, anything higher than a frown
America runs on lies, only good at burgers and fries
America can't beat Tims, Dunkin's can roll up the rim
Nebraska Furniture Mart really blew my mind, with the Desert Eagle from Cabela's
Home for so long maybe my view was wrong, but Dunkin's said I was right all along
Joe's BBQ was fine as a KC girl's shine, Tim I'd let you down
But this coffee cup just ain't the stuff, I knew we're still the best around
America runs on lies, only good at burgers and fries
America can't beat Tims, Dunkin's can roll up the rim
America runs on lies, only good at steak and fries
America can't beat Tims, Dunkin's can roll up the rim
You can do things better than us, but I'll throw you under the bus
You're full of snot and puss, if you think there's a prog band better than Rush
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6. |
Eisenhower's Theorem
02:21
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Soap smells like Eisenflowers
Clock tells the Eisenhour
Feel the Eisenpower
Soaked in the Eisenshower
Plans are nothing, planning is everything
Stand like an Eisentower
Reject with an Eisenscour
Eisen can never cower
In this finest hour
On my desk, I leave you the rest
My vacation in Aruba, your distress in Cuba
On my desk, I'll leave you the rest
Eisenhower's theorem
Eisenhower's wisdom
Makes you the serum
To turn you fearsome
Plans are nothing, planning is everything
My vacation in Aruba, your distress in Cuba
(Ah, ha, ah ah) Eisenhower's theorem
(Ah, ha, ah ah) Eisenhower wisdom
(Ah, ha, ah ah) Makes you the serum
(Ah, ha, ah ah) To turn you fearsome
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Rolling down the highway with the force of a thousand guns
Chiyomi like Mussolini got her spagetthi on the run
Down on the Missouri side a station wagon roams
One table left at IHOP for a single party alone
Not even American, but that's the plan for her
The cultural experience this tourist prefers
I need my pancakes, get out of my way
I'll make your back ache, in the International House Of Pain
Throw this girl in Leavenworth, she's caused quite a scene
Tipping cows not waiters and drinking like a fiend
The Midwest station wagon will shut this coward down
But never doubt a wopino who's hungry with a frown
At IHOP I was offended, at the Swedish crepes
They're actually Finnish pancakes that my Grandma makes
and now I'm mad, I was telling a story
But this is gory, in the International House Of *fuh*
I need my pancakes, get out of my way
I'll make your back ache, the House Of Pain!
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A Landscape New
02:55
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I've seen a tree, before
And I've seen the clouds
I've seen a lake, before
Superior and proud
I've taken for granted, things that
Appear everyday
I've never noticed, things that
Paint my way
Our cities dreams die, it's just
A feeling we share
Our flag flies sweeping, it's just
Looking for a care
Now I watch it waving, and I
Know where we stand
If my spirits where that high, and I
Could do all I planned
It would be impossible
To feel so grey again
In a landscape new
With everything to do
I feel confused, still
About where I am
I know of origins, from
The old bloodlands
But this is today, now
So here I stand
I can do anything, I just
Need to make a plan
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9. |
Real American Garbage
03:34
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I 4 35 Exit 17, Missouri
From a high fly Toronto plane, with no worry
I drive my own personal highway, to a land I bought out right
But here in the KC county, something ruins my sight
It's real American garbage, spilling on the ground like porridge
Real American garbage, my landscape is tarnished
Endless corn grows to the left, and mighty farms are on our right
On the Northwest Barry road, these are the first sights
Tires blown and litter thrown, all over the ground
Rotting away Midwest decay, Truman starts to frown
At real American garbage, spilling on the ground like porridge
Real American garbage, my landscape is tarnished
Out on a Kansas road, saw the words Yang Ming
On a truck of unknown origin, that was littering
Could that be a Danish name, Lativan, Croatian or from Spain
Giving the Swedes benefit of the doubt, but really this is all about
Garbage!
2 Litres full of Apple juice, flying on the highway excused
From the truck titled Yang Ming, can't assume it's an Asian thing
You never know with folks these days, crazy for something to slay
They should focus on real issues, that require more tissues
Like real American garbage, spilling on the ground like porridge
Real American garbage, my landscape is tarnished
There's real American garbage, turning the land to a carcass
Real American garbage, the highway's not your storage
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10. |
Last Chance Heroes
03:37
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The lights of, youth flash, when you feel you're
Losing, it all too fast, dull days roll past that
Leave you, wondering what, life is to be for a
Soul that, crawls on, feels like a no meaning bore
I'd love to, feel it again, a passion and need to be
Something, greater than this, finding my thing to do
My purpose, is my own, the yellow lines that
Vanish, in the mist, when I live without dreams
Last chance heroes, gathered about
Last chance heroes, endless doubt
These years, that fall to fast, make me wonder if
I'm enjoying this while it lasts, through every blunder I've
Made this, self for me, to follow endlessly
and I, live my life, vicarelessly
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11. |
Back In Canada
03:42
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Canadians want to be known, in every foreign country we roam
Have you heard about Vimy Ridge, please atleast give me a smidge
I'll tell you, I'm not that polite, so take off, into the night
Give me Tims, give me Zellers, I'm a rotten basement dweller
Build me a monument, purely because I exist
and if you do resist, Limelight shines through the mist
Give me, give me give me, give me give me, anything
Give me, give me give me, give me give me, anything
I'm looking for my representation
For the world's best campy nation
In Kansas, Missouri or Minnesota
I always look for Canada
If I was an Irish man, I'd spawn Guinness on demand
and if I was English, the sun would never set on my fist
Hey what a silly lad, pretending to be so mad
Oh you hose head, hope you enjoyed this time you had
Now I'm back in Canada
Just like anyone else well duh
Kansas City is really neat
Ya, it is
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12. |
Post America
01:21
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Kurtis Kanttila
The Rock 'n Roll stylings of instinct.
Guitarist, drummer, bassist, songwriter and singer.
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