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i was born a lumber man
I knew my pa would understand
When that fat Texican came calling
And my libido got out of hand
Lets go back to Hancock Park and start a band
The year was 1992
Kurt and heroin was all we knew
When leprechaun was still great Anj
And Matt Pinfield gave us a glance
Lets go back to Hancock Park and start a band
We only did it like we did
To serve and protect against the pigs
Now all that shit is out of the way
Goin’ back to Dan’s and Don’s and Doug’s to play
We had a drink at Hollywood
We knew those [BLEEP] were no good
Goin’ back to Don’s to jam
Now we're on our way to Hancock Park to start a band
Lets go back to hancock park
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i’ve been breaking my back all day
i’m givin you a place to stay
When i come home,
It’s my oh my
What did u do today
Besides sit around and watch replays
I ain’t takin you out
Don’t ask why
You’ve got to learn your place in my life
We ain’t got no children and you ain’t my wife
So if you ain’t cookin i’m still lookin
It’s getting late
And i can tell you’re ready to mate
But i’m too damn tired
To waste a pill
What did u do today
Besides sit around and earn no pay
I ain’t showin you off
Don’t ask why
When i walk through that door
I’m tired and my back is sore
I ain’t takin you out
Don’t ask why
It’s gettin kinda late
And i ain’t willin to wait
If i don’t smell some cookin'
It’s bye oh bye
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Insurance Man
03:44
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Mama woke me up this morning
The insurance man had just stopped by
He was throwin' me outside
I'm 45 and I'm gonna die
Mom's old man said I'm crazy
And I have no plan
Guess I'll go back to Hancock
And start a band
Take your hand from off your cock
Take me back to Hancock Park
When the sun sets it gets dark
In Hancock Park
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Travelin' Travis
02:40
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I was born on the sunset strip
In 1945
With 8 purple hearts and 105 kills
I fought to stay alive
I've got a family i’ve got 59 kids
Another three on the way
My best friend is the pissed off frenchman
I’m the only one he can’t take
I’m travelin’ travis, and i’ve lived/done right
I paid all my dues and won all my fights
And i know you won’t understand
‘Cause i’m travelin’ travis, united we stand
I was in kenya the day the towers fell
So clearly i had to go
Chevron oil sent a fueled lear jet
Just to grab me and take me home
My only job was to show up and work
To get those planes off my mind
Now i’m headed back to that sunset strip
To take that frenchman down one last time
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5. |
So Hot (It Hurts)
03:36
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Meanwhile, back in hancock park...
I woke up this morning
Did a little dance
Unstrap my CPAP, honey
And zip up my pants
I gotta get going
Gotta be to work on time
My airways are open
Unlike my mind
Just another day
After just another night
This mill’s to blame
For my perfect life
Desk jockey at the lumber yard
i’m a birthright lumber man
Today’s different the hotline’s ringin’
It’s Detroit’s Storeroom Stan
Stan?
Hi, this is an emergency
Who am i talking to?
This stupid direct link hotline makes me feel like i’m fucking stalkin’ you
You should see this fire i just came walkin through
My eyes are burnin like pumpernickel and i’m coughin too
I think the whole building is burnin but i can’t see clear
Do you know if wood is flammable and if help is near?
This career path i’m on was never part of the plan
The water ice stand i ran closed and i needed new whitewalls for my van
My friend sam said, stan, you ever think about lumber, man?
I could get you a job down at the storeroom, Stan
And now, i’m burnin alive at the foothills of this mountain of sand?!?
Can you dig it?
So fucking hot it hurts
Can you smell the smoke?
i’m burnin up on you, little honey
Try not to choke
So fucking hot it hurts
I woke up tomorrow
To this pile of shit
Got no insurance
On this firepit
Just another day
After just another night
This mill’s to blame
For my shitty life
Laughing stock at the country club
And i ruptured my gastric band
My baron quit and i’m taking shit
From THE insurance man
What is it, stan?
Trust me this shit is hot and i got too much exp--
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Pick Me
05:02
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I left without a plan
Sold my g’tar and my wedding band
Thought i’d hustle me up a job
But work seemed kind of slow
No matter where i’d go
I think my working hands are almost gone
Pick me my back is strong
I worked on daddy’s farm all summer long
I don’t care what i do
Just put me on a crew
i’ll work my back into the ground
i know you won’t understand (young man)
Cause you ain’t that kind of man (young man)
When i’m on the job i don’t mess around
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7. |
Sweeper/Mopper
04:10
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I caught fire when the circus left town
Can’t stop creeping can’t stop creeping around
Come with a warning when the night winds wail
What’s left of me is destiny
The policy failed
And i’ll take it on
I came here to die
One horse left in this one horse town
Can’t stop sleeping, can’t stop sleeping around
For you it’s a nightmare, for me a career
Before you kill me i’ll make one thing clear
I’ll take you on
I came here to die
Haven’t smoked since i showed up here
Can’t find freedom, can’t get anywhere near
Package store ran out of beer
This place is a prison and i’ve never felt freer
The man upstairs has a plan
And if we give him a hand
To get that lock off of his door
He can finally move down a floor
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8. |
Lonely City
03:54
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Everybody wants to be so lovely
Taking what could be mine
I never wanted to be the man
Standing in the back of the line
Every morning when the sun goes down
i’m feeling fine
Never looked too far away
And i’m never looking far behind
In this lonely city
Where a piece of mind is more than you can stand
In this lonely city
You can get what you want but never get a chance
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Full Bloan Power. Lumber. Fire. Insurance. Work. Tahiti. For Sale By Owner
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