Dave @ 666

I know we have our differences And trying to practice tolerance It takes all kinds to make this world Shuck a lot of oysters to find the pearl Angry, frightened by the strange Thinking everyone’s deranged Entitled to their own worldview Are you one of the chosen few? This is where it starts going bad The witless, evil and the mad We can stop this thing going south Just slap that nazi in the mouth. Believe you are superior Incel life we see you there Can’t stand someone so much smarter Make your self into the martyr Victim of the fiendish plot They want everything you got So now here comes the hatred You’ll get it back scum, just you wait. PUNCH THAT NAZI IN THE FACE! Bash that nazi in the gut Kick that nazi in the nuts Crack that nazi in the mouth Knock his nazi teeth right out

Standing on the ridge line Feel the time march by Stillness and the silence Till the wind begins to cry 2 miles high limbs scratch the sky Green ember fire burns Winters twisted sleep so long Please don't die Bristle Cone Pine Please don't die Bristle Cone Pine Guarding all the ages Of the high holy ground Long lives pass unnoticed As the sky turns stars around

You can go and fuck your selfie Fuck your selfie Another picture of your face, you take em every time and place We don’t need to see your mug every time you need a hug. You can go and fuck your selfie Fuck your selfie Here is one from the beach, your ego’s what you like to preach. Graphic closeup of your pores, please don’t show us anymore. Narcissism is your game, all about you, you have no shame When you use that selfie pole, scream to the world, huge asshole You can go and fuck your selfie Fuck your selfie

Your shoulders colder maybe, And your eyes are looking glazy There something gone awry No warm fuzzy feelings Not much deep believing Sometimes a dream comes here to die Time for a change of mind Time for a rage This vibe can’t live this way Stuck in this cage Distract with mindless motion We’re out of magic potions We’ve already gone to ground We just talk around it This growing dark despair pit It’s a fine hole that we’ve found Time for a change of mind Time for a ride This vibe can’t live this way Time now to fly

You never peel away the layers You just bite into the core Bad Magic swirling round that hole inside your head Shaman or the fool We climbed the tower that night to feel like the gods Lightning poured from your finger tips What were the odds? Did you walk into the woods that day? Antler shadow on the ground Was there malice from the horned one? Right before you took that round Whiskey bottle on the floor He saw it there by the door Were you sleeping oh so deeply? Did the lord take your soul to keep? I saw your ghost today

Haunted House Soundtrack

IT STARTS WITH HALFWIT BLOCKHEADS STUMBLING BLINDLY, OBLIVIOUS TO THE WORLD DISTRACTING SHINY OBJECTS, BRIGHT COLORS, LIKE AN ITCHY PEARL NO INKLING OF SURROUNDINGS, BLUNDER ON, JUST A DAYLIGHT TOPSIDE MOLE THERE’S NO ESCAPING STUPID, REPRODUCE IT, ON AND ON IT GOES WHY CAN’T WE TURN THIS RIDE AROUND? PROCEED WITH EXTREME CAUTION, WORDS TO LIVE BY OR MAYBE JUST IGNORE COMBO OF STU-PID GREEDY, DON’T KNOW WHY BUT ALWAYS NEED SOME MORE I DO WHATEVER I PLEASE, IT’S OK, I CLEARED IT WITH THE LORD SAY’S THE GUY WHO’S DIGGING HIS OWN GRAVE, GIVE THAT MAN A DARWIN AWARD WHY CAN’T WE TURN THIS BOAT AROUND? FLOATIN’ DOWN THE RIVER TO CRAZY TOWN SOMEONE PLEASE TURN THIS BOAT AROUND WHY CAN’T WE TURN THIS TRAIN AROUND BEFORE WE DERAIL IN CRAZY TOWN SOMEONE PLEASE TURN THIS TRAIN AROUND.

The beach is gone The beach is gone The beach is gone But the swamp lives on The swamp lives on Yes, the swamp lives on Well, the swamp lives on But the beach is gone It sank away for 500 days When the high tide came It came to stay But the swamp is growing And the brine is flowing Creeps across the land Don't care about man And the drowned ones wander aimless in the mud Here comes the flood Burn the black gold Burn up all the coal Sacrifice the animals Sell all the souls Take all the treasure And keep it for yourself Lead us down your golden road All the way to hell And the drowned ones wander aimless in the mud Here comes the flood The beach is gone

Wandering the lonely night Searching for my second sight My feet just walk the broken lines Just what is it I am trying to find Unlucky day unlucky day There's always something in the way A chance upon a slender thread Reminder what a friend had said It felt like something I must do And then this thread took me to you One lucky day one lucky day Now nothings standing in our way One lucky day one lucky day Give lady luck a chance to play The coin is spinning in the air Every turn a flashing glare Landing, standing on the edge Which way will it fall? This lucky day this lucky day Let the chips fall where they may This lucky day this lucky day Everything is gonna be OK Back up vocals by Deanna Mitchell