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"This song has a morphology of its own; Beatles a la “Yellow Submarine” cartoon, complete with elongated legs that terminate in comical Paul McCartneyesque bellbottoms that swish through multicolour leaves, fallen from alien trees at the end of what feels like a fantabulous summer in this secret valley city."

- Ian Hough, Indiecater Records

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New song, same tune
I’m light years away from wealth
And misery loves companies that don’t insure your health
Got me a job with my Chevrolet
Now I drive all night
And sleep all day
Shitty like the road design of S’liberty
But I’m broke as the Pittsburgh city treasury
Lord knows my film career ain’t on the rise
Delivering these doughy cheesy saucy pies

Got no loot but my boss tells me I have the wrong kind of pants
I’ll just dumpster dive like Andalusia
Cause whoring to the public is a fucking blast
Like checking a package in Fallujah
Summertime got me in the worst of moods
Sick of the children and the horny dudes
Hotter than an orgy in Ecuador
Sweat flows to the floor and it pour and it pours

I’m-a I’m-a I’m Alaska dreamin’
My-a my-a windows are steamin’

May not have the patience for this kind of thing after all
CMU mother fucker, would you mother fucking answer my call?!

Back in the shop and it’s hotter still
It’s gone up ten degrees from an hour ago
This job was just a practical joke and I told ‘em so just to let ‘em know
Folks don’t even give a shit about the time
Everyone smokes trees like every other place
I get to see the funniest things you see
The joke could be on me but that isn’t the case

I’m-a I’m-a I’m Alaska dreamin’
My-a my-a windows are steamin’

The rivers have the breath of a bitchy dragon
And I'm on my knees and begging to the god of frost
Made a wrong turn at the boulevard
My shit's an hour late and I'm so fucking lost

Midnight, Homewood, you know I don't believe in prayer
But just beware, I pack a .45
A gun in your face makes your heartbeat race
But it puts you in check and makes you glad you're alive!

Placed my two weeks in the box
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from Meal Ticket To Purgatory, released June 18, 2007

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