The Stubs

by The Stubs

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released 01 September 2011

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Track Name: TIME MACHINE
stuck in the backwoods
stuck in the backwoods
we ate all mashrooms from the jar
supposedly they ware
old and degraded
well baby, they ware not

i need to build a time machine
oh baby please do something

stuck in the backwoods
stuck in the backwoods
spring is unwinding in my head
my fellow junkies
as stoned as me but
they are heading straight to bed

stuck in the backwoods
stuck in the backwoods
im losing battle with myself
i gonna land up
in local madhouse
land up in madhouse again
Track Name: MONOGAMY BLUES
im in love in you girl
and in your friend as well
the way you're look
is just unfair

you and friend
looks so sweet
but i'm afraid that
not for me

im just staring at
legs and shoulders
i should leavin' home
blindfolded

there will be no more
flowers and letters
there just gonna last
slippers and sweater
Track Name: DO THE WORLD A FAVOUR AND DIE
i know the wise guy
he knows it all
he knows business
and rock n roll

why don't you do the world a favour and die

cause you're a fuck-up
that's just ain't right
do the world a favour and die

you have a headache
you hurt your hand
there something's wrong
with instrument

want to be leader
want to command
but its all like
blood into sand
Track Name: AIN'T TRICK, IRENE
it ain't trick when you're on banquet
and drunk friend is sleeping like dead
to put his leg in the plaster cast
and take away his ID and cash

it ain't trick my dear Irene
to put unconscious friend into a train
with fake ticket from some wierd place
and send him to other city in south-west

it ain't trick to return to banquet
laugh about your blind drunk friend
how he's sittin' on the station
with no idea what's going on

the trick is when after five days
of wandering he'll come to your place
hungry, dirty, shaggy and broke
to tell him it was only a joke
Track Name: BLACK SHEEP
you people are sad grey faces
in the bus on my way to work
you hate russians, jews and hedgedogs
and hanging carpets on the walls
your life is reading tabloids
you eat 20 dumplings a day
you're so socially handicapped
that you dont even trust yourself

dog is barking in the kitchen again
take a cable and beat him down
backbite some friend with neighbour
while watching "dancing with stars"
get drunk with bootleg moonshine
kick random person in the face
luckily tomorrow's sunday
absolution waiting for you in church