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The Best Of The Worst

by C.C. POTATO

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1.
Flamingo Motel 02:06
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Broken red neon Vacancy sign Reflects on the street as cars drive by Palms in the front to help disguise All the fucked-up things that no one sees That happens inside Welcome Flamingo Motel Bars on the window like a jail cell Black hole bedroom where time stands still Like you tripped and fell into the bottom of a wishing well Pay by the hour discretion is advised White stains on black sheets, wake up with pink eye Blood on the rug from police raids and drive-bys Scumbags gravitate to this place like shit and flies Welcome Flamingo Motel Bars on the window like a jail cell Black hole bedroom where time stands still Like you tripped and fell into the bottom of a wishing well Some stay for a night or make it their home Arrive by mistake or knew all along One-star paradise for a certain kind of folk Burn out all day until you're 10 feet below Welcome Flamingo Motel.....
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A Minor Nuisance 02:27
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Man I gotta get out Man I gotta go Take me south of the border down to Mexico I can't pay you much or get you back next time There's a good chance I'm not gonna make it back alive Never knew the difference between wrong or right Losing my mind and going morally blind A free for all, fuck-it-all, helluva time Maybe that's how hookers and blow will save my life Man I gotta get out Man I gotta go Take me south of the border down to Mexico I can't pay you much or get you back next time There's a good chance I'm not gonna make it back alive When you live in the shadows you can see the light Eventually you'll crack just like a pipe Another mental breakdown just realized Maybe that's how hookers and blow will save my life Man I gotta get out Man I gotta go Take me south of the border down to Mexico I can't pay you much or get you back next time There's a good chance I'm not gonna make it back alive FUCK YOU! A small consequence now it burns when I piss A minor nuisance that I can live with I've come around one eighty degrees Rehabilitated but still diseased Man I gotta get out Man I gotta go Take me south of the border down to Mexico I can't pay you much or get you back next time There's a good chance I'm not gonna make it back alive FUCK YOU!
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Work Harder, Not Smarter 02:38
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Work harder not smarter Take the low road or don't even bother Dive farther, exhale underwater Sink like a rock all the way to the bottom Drink a molotov cocktail while huffing spray paint Catch on fire and go up in flames Stop drop and roll into a pool of gasoline Work harder not smarter Take the low road or don't even bother Dive farther, exhale underwater Sink like a rock all the way to the bottom Crash into a pole in a car that you stole Cops found your phone in the center console DUI, grand theft auto, now doing time with no parole Work harder not smarter Take the low road or don't even bother Dive farther, exhale underwater Sink like a rock all the way to the bottom
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Where The Hell Have I Been 02:27
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It's kind of cold out, it's kind of shitty City of Angels looking pretty filthy Smog in the air and metro grease The smell of bum piss as I walk down the street Go the other way when I see the police Take me in for public indecency Fell asleep on the cold concrete A schizophrenic who won't admit defeat Woke up this morning to a trash can On the corner of Fountain and Highland Blood on my shirt and my pants are ripped to shreds Someone tell me please where the hell have I been Dumpster island getaway A back alley with shit privacy The sand and the waves give me allergies I'm like a 3 legged dog trying to scratch his fleas Sunset view with no rent to pay Where I pass out is where I stay My brains starting to deteriorate Kick me in the morning and see if I awake Woke up this morning' to a trash can On the corner of Fountain and Highland Blood on my shirt and my pants are ripped to shreds Someone tell me please where the hell have I been Got nowhere to go riding up and down the metro Lets see how this unfolds Got nowhere to go might end up on skid row Oh god who knows? Woke up this morning' to a trash can On the corner of Fountain and Highland Blood on my shirt and my pants are ripped to shreds Someone tell me please where the hell have I been Someone tell me please where the hell have I been Someone tell me please where the fuck have I been
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The Best of the Worst... 02:24
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Six bucks an hour, hundred a week Half goes to food and the rest goes to weed 18 years old winter time McKinney Roaches in my bed and a leak in my ceiling Nights on mushrooms and LSD Rolling my balls and hanging out in cemeteries Drive around and park where no ones looking She jumped me in the back for a public display of fuckin' Those were the best of the worst times It only makes sense played on rewind Back then I didn't know the difference No perspective or frame of reference Summer came and got evicted again My friend said he had a room that I could squat in When he got there he failed to mention That he was growing, so get up there and start helping Those were the best of the worst times It only makes sense played on rewind Back then I didn't know the difference No perspective or frame of reference Those were the best of the worst times Like chasing my shadow deaf, dumb, and blind Back then I didn't know the difference Hindsight 20/20 under a magnifying lens Drift off to sleep Wake up in a hundred degree Texas heat This is me coming clean Here in my own soggy dream Those were the best of the worst times It only makes sense played on rewind Back then I didn't know the difference No perspective or frame of reference Those were the best of the worst times My body's getting older but I have the same mind Back then I didn't know the difference And to this day I still claim I don't know JACK SHIT
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Deen's Song 01:58
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AWOL 02:17
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If I go AWOL don't come looking for me I'm playing hide and seek with my sanity If I go AWOL don't try and find me I'm runnin' round in circles searching for clarity I started noticing an increasing trend Shit hits the fan and I'm at another dead end Dumb luck payday a russian roulette Bet it all on black and lost it all on red If I go AWOL don't come looking for me I'm playing hide and seek with my sanity If I go AWOL don't try and find me I'm runnin' round in circles searching for clarity They say the grass is greener on the other side Well look at my yard when I commit suicide Clock in clock out same day same shit Tooth aches and lockjaw from chomping at the bit If I go AWOL don't come looking for me I'm playing hide and seek with my sanity If I go AWOL don't try and find me I'm runnin' round in circles searching for clarity I've got something I need to get off my chest Lately I've been a little unimpressed Paycheck to paycheck minimum wage Till death do us part so lets count down the days If I go AWOL don't come looking for me I'm playing hide and seek with my sanity If I go AWOL don't try and find me I'm runnin' round in circles searching for clarity, sincerely
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Old Cynical Bastard 02:27
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I'm an old cynical bastard And I don't give a fuck about nobody Everything's a hassle, and super fuckin' annoying Kids today they're all fucked up Shitty music and stupid haircuts Generation born from idiots Unoriginal and pretentious I'm an old cynical bastard And I don't give a fuck about nobody Everything's a hassle, and super fuckin' annoying Take a cup of apathy with my morning coffee Take a good look at me and realize you're bad company Live my life like it's still back in the day Nineteen seventy something who gives a fuck anyway? The best songs and movies have already been made Rain down your back and piss on your parade I'm an old cynical bastard And I don't give a fuck about nobody Everything's a hassle, and super fuckin' annoying Take a cup of apathy with my morning coffee Take a good look at me and realize you're bad company I'm an old cynical bastard And I don't give a fuck about nobody I'm a fuckin' asshole So shut the fuck up and quit talkin' to me! I'm an old cynical bastard And I don't give a fuck about nobody Everything's a hassle, and super fuckin' annoying Take a cup of apathy with my morning coffee Take a good look at me One day you'll end up like me, just you wait and see!
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F-U Marty 02:24
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He was an asshole way back then, a complete fuck-up now We used to skip school and smoke on the other side of town Last week he took a dump in my favorite shoes When I was ready to leave I put em on without a fuckin' clue "What the fuck?!" I screamed, he thought it was hilarious I told him I'd get him back and I was serious That's why I shit in his top tank Pissed in the kitchen sink Marty won't know what to think And he's got me to blame That's why I shit in his top tank Pissed in the kitchen sink Marty won't know what to think And he's got me to thank Snuck into his house late one evening Thinking of fecal mischief and retaliation scheming Deck the halls with shit smears and streaks He'll be smelling what I've done for the next couple weeks FUCK YOU MARTY! That's why I shit in his top tank Pissed in the kitchen sink Marty won't know what to think And he's got me to blame That's why I shit in his top tank Pissed in the kitchen sink Marty won't know what to think And he's got me to thank I'm a complete fuckin' animal With elephant sized testicals That's the last time Marty will fuck with me! That's why I shit in his top tank Pissed in the kitchen sink Marty won't know what to think And he's got me to blame That's why I shit in his top tank Pissed in the kitchen sink Marty won't know what to think And he's got me to thank
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No Sense Of Direction 02:04
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She left on the eve of my birthday Can't remember which one Eighty bucks and no sense of direction What the fuck could go wrong? Bren went missing back in nine ninety eight No one knows where she is to this day Dyed her hair and changed her name She could be living it up or buried deep down in a grave I don't think she had a route in mind Destination unknown Hitchhiking up and down the coast line Trying to forget where she came from Bren went missing back in nine ninety eight No one knows where she is to this day Dyed her hair and changed her name She could be living it up or buried deep down in a grave New identity, or tragedy? Milk carton missing sign mystery No bread crumb trail or scent to trace Runaway hotline but no calls were made Bren went missing back in nine ninety eight No one knows where she is to this day Dyed her hair and changed her name She could be living it up or buried deep down in a grave

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released September 24, 2018

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