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(There's Oatmeal in My Worms) Desertman, Deserted |
![]() Cover art by Jeff Ehinger - ©2008 Jeff Ehinger. All songs written by I. Key, excluding track #9 - which is a Smiths cover originally written by J. Marr/Morrissey. Track #6 features a lyrical excerpt of 'Fox in socks' by Dr. Seuss (the first two verses and repeats). Squabbling children on 'Extinction' appear without consent. Desertman, Deserted I walk this desert land I can't always be there Every oasis has it's scarecrows I can't always be there There is no curfew in desert land I can't always be there Unbecome Vince the bird this is not my shape And I am telling my presence Vince the bird this is not my shape A Look at the Future The storm is vicious The school is deadly Come sun and rise on this broken world The land is vicious Come sun and rise on this broken world Alternate Reality Disorder A million lightyears I've roamed these lands Of all these constellations Long before I had a troubled mind Of all these constellations What with the conservation A million lightyears I've roamed these lands Mr. Fox First I'll make a quick trick brick stack And here's a new trick Mr. Knox It's a battle of pride First I'll make a quick trick brick stack And here's a new trick Mr. Knox It's a battle of pride And here's a new trick Mr. Knox Foxes in boxes Chuck chuck chuck Mr. Fox Hating the Tape Once someone digs up this walkman The tapes oh they tell it well; her husband died Flipping to side B, what's it anyway? Then suddenly hate Then suddenly hate Then suddenly hate(top) A Rush and a Push and the Land is Ours It was some eighteen months ago There's too much caffeine in your bloodstream Oh but don't mention love A rush and a push and the land that we stand on is ours Oh but don't mention love A rush and a push and the land that we stand on is ours Oh but don't mention love A rush and a push and the land that we stand on is ours Oh I think I'm in love Country Music In all of my travels I met one native And though for the spin she spun You don't like my country And though for the spin she spun You don't like my country It is not safe to clap It is not safe to cry It is not safe to clap It is not safe to clap And you don't like my country Shape of You Stroll tonight There's oatmeal in my worms Opt for a stroll tonight There's oatmeal in my worms Stroll anywhere I want And that's just all there is to say V56F00H3 I'll grow old sitting in my tree Self medication determination Might I look while the water is still Might I creep the weathering mill Any salvation is a humiliation Self medication determination Extinction, Yay! The sun lights the prey Claws of the future and the beak of the desert This is a rodent breed Claws of the future and the beak of the desert Close enough to touch Lyrics noted as being someone else's work are copyrighted appropriately, probably. |