Coffee (feat. John Darnielle)
by AC/DC
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we don't need no walkie-talkies, nope no walkie talkies, we don't need your coughing when offing the morning coffee, no, we don't need no walkie-talkies, nope no walkie-talkies we just want our hermitry to stay and our coffee to go
we don't need no walkie-talkies, nope no walkie talkies, we don't need your coughing when offing the morning coffee, no, we don't need no walkie-talkies, nope no walkie-talkies we just want our hermitry to stay and our coffee to go
and the last shall be, first to immerse in the pass out heat, face in the mud where the moxie melt 'til he woke up drowning in tsatke hell, more in a cave with a torch on the wall than a window arrangement of porcelain dolls on a brand new day, saw what he saw, property owners who crawl to the mall, with a bad toupee and a face like he author the law, pace like he mourning a loss, right hand on a can of worms, left full of gold he will trade for turf, i mean thats o.k., you got to answer to you at the end of the volatile day, but a model of mercy and might? no way, marionette who will clap and obey, dude, look, all that noise? call that flight of the water boys, meet and greet and they all slap five, cheek to cheek when they colonize, and a grown ass man shall abide as he wish, walk that path with a dime and a stick, walk that path with a diamond and wine, walk that path to the firing line, just walk, pay no mind to the new recruit with the play-doh spine, let's be friends from opposite ends, wave to the kid don't hop on the fence, play to the radius far and away, orbit wide don't park in his space, one little martyr who talk in his face make one little weathermen sharpen the blades.
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and the last shall be, first to the curb with the mad cow meat, face in the bars of a regular cell when he woke up high in collectible hell, boom town kid who was taught by the binge that a man who expire with the most shit win, that's warpy american nonsense penned by the rich, not a routine friend in a pinch, still not used to the stench, how it throws off otherwise lucid events, in the case the afraid observe i got a pro-keds box full of layman's terms, it goes hey, peace, pray for the plagued, major relief and capacious rains, but just cuz i don't want to war with you, it don't mean go warm up the barbecue, i'm like pardon you, sawed off limit, my high noon is a quick little minute, i don't wanna spend it sitting with a critic, who simply isn't going to ever really get it, this HQ is alive and alone, no driveway no sign of a home, no dial tone, no line for the phone, no world's tiniest violin song, and i might just lie to them all, lie in the morgue with a deep breath hiding and bored, fighting a smile, highly annoyed, when the timing is right i will rise and record, cal for the monster beats and blockhead got animal drums like he's doctor teeth, it goes red light green light 1 2 3, one large coffee, f**k you, peace.
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john darnielle:
i crawled down to the basement when the weather got cold, like a lost lamb returning to the fold, and when the outside world recedes from view, it's just a year's supply of make-up and memories of you, 1967 colt 45, holding back the vampires, keeping me alive, there's an envelope with some cash in it out by the front door, this is what they make you take the medication for
i crawled down to the basement when the weather got cold, like a lost lamb returning to the fold, and when the outside world recedes from view, it's just a year's supply of make-up and memories of you, 1967 colt 45, holding back the vampires, keeping me alive, there's an envelope with some cash in it out by the front door, this is what they make you take the medication for
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Pigs (hidden lyrics for the hidden song on the cd)
[Verse 1]
Sharks in the dunk tank, vipers in the garden
locusts stole the groceries out the local farmers market
All God's critters hold positions
some are violent, some are victims
each alive is an equal and vital piston I support -
so when the piranhas honor New York
my daddy long legs dangled and mangled for sport
and while I bring in every dink in the kingdom with open wings
it all boils down to them shit soaked pigs.
[Verse 1]
Sharks in the dunk tank, vipers in the garden
locusts stole the groceries out the local farmers market
All God's critters hold positions
some are violent, some are victims
each alive is an equal and vital piston I support -
so when the piranhas honor New York
my daddy long legs dangled and mangled for sport
and while I bring in every dink in the kingdom with open wings
it all boils down to them shit soaked pigs.
The pigs, the pigs, the dregs of which I'll aim for -
the gluttonous muddy stomachs under the pudgy cakehole
two-track braniac usin' the food and payroll
to chew up and consume every cookie crumb and peso
and place a cloven hoof on the lucrative when convenient
as the bourbon odor smokers' cough smolder off the C.O.E.B.A.
If Noah had the benefit of hindsight on his ship
he coulda snatched two unicorns and left behind the motherfuckin' pigs
the gluttonous muddy stomachs under the pudgy cakehole
two-track braniac usin' the food and payroll
to chew up and consume every cookie crumb and peso
and place a cloven hoof on the lucrative when convenient
as the bourbon odor smokers' cough smolder off the C.O.E.B.A.
If Noah had the benefit of hindsight on his ship
he coulda snatched two unicorns and left behind the motherfuckin' pigs
[Chorus]
Goddamn pigs!
Pot belly pigs!
Punch drunk pigs!
Take money money pigs!
Loud mouth pigs!
Wide load pigs!
Let's make a deal...
Goddamn pigs!
Pot belly pigs!
Punch drunk pigs!
Take money money pigs!
Loud mouth pigs!
Wide load pigs!
Let's make a deal...
[Verse 2]
When all the wolves in wooly wigs have huffed and puffed and blew the bricks
the skulls of Brooklyn's cruelest pigs will rain up Fulton's newest kicks
as mulish swine of all surrounding counties sniff the gruesomeness
we'll pass around the pineapples and pull the pins in unison.
I will gladly feed you to the breed who wants you sacrificed
No pagan or sacrilege – just bacon for scavengers.
I will gladly seat you with the chickens not the passengers
Hopefully the crack in his armor spreads to his avarice.
When all the wolves in wooly wigs have huffed and puffed and blew the bricks
the skulls of Brooklyn's cruelest pigs will rain up Fulton's newest kicks
as mulish swine of all surrounding counties sniff the gruesomeness
we'll pass around the pineapples and pull the pins in unison.
I will gladly feed you to the breed who wants you sacrificed
No pagan or sacrilege – just bacon for scavengers.
I will gladly seat you with the chickens not the passengers
Hopefully the crack in his armor spreads to his avarice.
Never that – Wilburs multiply quicker than triples
And hunted truffles in fistfuls but it was all bells and whistles.
Bougie this and bougie that – war pig or pussy cat
Glitzy to the porks ribs and go doubly for booby traps.
Powder pink, double-breasted mess of mud and money
Waddle to the fire to make his stubborn tummy roggle
I'm all I don't really know the working details of your tribes
I know that that's one ugly fuckin tie, asshole pigs
And hunted truffles in fistfuls but it was all bells and whistles.
Bougie this and bougie that – war pig or pussy cat
Glitzy to the porks ribs and go doubly for booby traps.
Powder pink, double-breasted mess of mud and money
Waddle to the fire to make his stubborn tummy roggle
I'm all I don't really know the working details of your tribes
I know that that's one ugly fuckin tie, asshole pigs
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[Verse 3]
Apple in his mouth, maraschino eyes
Party like the butcher boy's cleaver is alive
I mosey into sixteen hours of smoke in the misty winter
to see the county fair's blue ribbon winner is dinner
then dance until the sun has kissed your blisters in the morning
as the misery was dormant indignant in crispy portions
Corporates fund alarm and they whore 'em
Or does he whore to corporates to expand the more important forums for 'em?
Party like the butcher boy's cleaver is alive
I mosey into sixteen hours of smoke in the misty winter
to see the county fair's blue ribbon winner is dinner
then dance until the sun has kissed your blisters in the morning
as the misery was dormant indignant in crispy portions
Corporates fund alarm and they whore 'em
Or does he whore to corporates to expand the more important forums for 'em?
Push the mortar pestle past the ordinary orchard
when the frilly borders faded is the product mine or yours, pig?
Mine, plus I toss a token where I go –
directly to the worms who shovel shit and yellow snow.
This little piggy went to the market with a target
and will subsequently know the armor piercing forks of farmers.
Final words for the finer birds taking notes:
I dig a chicken pig 'tills that's all, folks!
when the frilly borders faded is the product mine or yours, pig?
Mine, plus I toss a token where I go –
directly to the worms who shovel shit and yellow snow.
This little piggy went to the market with a target
and will subsequently know the armor piercing forks of farmers.
Final words for the finer birds taking notes:
I dig a chicken pig 'tills that's all, folks!
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