The Uncluded - Tits Up lyrics
[The Uncluded - Tits Up lyrics]
5 day forecast clouds in a piss cup
Trying to pinpoint when the
Shit went tit's up
T-t-t-t-tit's up! T-t-t-tit's up!
Whatcha gonna do to get your
Ass out of this rut
So you don’t live your whole life tit's up
T-t-t-t-tit's up! T-t-t-tit's up!
(Zigga-zigga-zigga-zigga)
Precious, brothers ain’t a name in lights
A last rice cake shared under flames and dice
That know to cope
Gotta swap old campfire chillers
The kind that only grow
In vampire state cellars
And climb out of jars
When they migrate westward
Where they were free of any chessboard square
Hi, I don’t shake beer in the dark
I write but I’m no Shakespeare in the park
I’m a grownsed up punk with an ear
For a heart and I hear you
Please wait here for the ark
Yes sir likely to fester inactive unless
They address all the death and distraction
Shake hands with a foxhole raider
Got a grip like c-c-c-combo breaker
Tally up the dead folk squashed in a car
Fire still warm they couldn’t have gone far
Packed up tough in your
Double stuff swim trunks
Cannonballs recalled when your shit
Split tit's up
T-t-t-t-tit's up! T-t-t-tit's up!
New high score on the IHop Dig-Dug
Pretty cool otherwise pretty much tit's up
T-t-t-t-tit's up! T-t-t-tit's up!
How can I save you when
I can barely save myself?
Codependent No More on my audiobook shelf
Cruise to your town in my cape and my unitard
See what I can do with
My lyrics and my guitar
Now I got my sidekick who brings the beatdown
Have you seen the size of his feet? Clown
Shoes with his own name in gold on the side
If you’re in the dark we’ll
Bring a little Lite Brite pop in the pegs
Make cute pictures pick up some merch
Make us permanent fixtures
On the self help shelf
Of your record collection
So if shit’s tit's up you
Can make the selection
That will take you from limp to
A little bit pumped up
Our HQ is a gluten free bun truck
Shhh, zip your lips don’t tell the bad guys
Shine that giant fun-cicle into the sky
Wait a few months for us to arrive
Big group hug, a little awkward "Hi"
One day you’re in luck
One day you’re stealing cigarettes
From a flipped truck dick face, Tit's up
T-t-t-t-tit's up! T-t-t-tit's up!
You feel a little better when
We sign your high tops
When you get home it’s the same old tit's up
T-t-t-t-tit's up! T-t-t-tit's up!
One half megafawna one half mall rat
Haul ass straight face, dove tailed ball cap
Grape ape unveil plans for the van use
Drive to your shit town
Tell you that your band rules
Live with the get down, maybe out of shampoo
Radio on scan for a stanza to lampoon
Under the bum drum cutter is
A real motherfuckers' motherfucker
Motherfucker alex Karras and Conraid Bain
And Leather Tuscadero
And Pinky and the Brain re-enacting
The Universal masturbation movie
Dolph cold cocks Courtney love boobies and
That over the shoulder anaconda holder
You were close to the hole
You’re getting colder
Bogeyed your birdie when I powdered my putter
But there ain’t no fluffer that
Can fluff this nutter
One day you’re in love
One day your pills suck
One day your shit's fucked, tip tuck tit's up
T-t-t-t-tit's up! T-t-t-tit's up!
Snookie in a snuggie at
The Walt Whitman pit'stop
Cinnabon, Bon Jovi, slippery tit's up
T-t-t-t-tit's up! T-t-t-tit's up!
High noon, milk duds, cherry cola big gulp
Corn dog, dim sum, moon pie, tit's up
T-t-t-t-tit's up! T-t-t-tit's up!
Swab your six lips with chloroform litmus
Color forms, whore shack, Rorschach, tit's up
T-t-t-t-tit's up! T-t-t-tit's up!
Hey Mom, life’s good, works great, tip tops
PS send cash, half dead, Tit's up
T-t-t-t-tit's up! T-t-t-tit's up!
Riding on the back of Undercat Battlepop
Underoos, big sword, top drawers, tit's up
T-t-t-t-tit's up! T-t-t-tit's up!
Can’t plug an old faithful with a fist fuck
No rain coat, no dice go tit's up
T-t-t-t-tit's up! T-t-t-tit's up!
Shine my shoe kicking elevator missed hugs
Seventeenth floor nothing but bugs, tit's up
T-t-t-t-tit's up! T-t-t-tit's up!
Brunch at the strip club, corn beef
Crisp ones
Four teeth, pink tux, pornstache, tit's up
T-t-t-t-tit's up! T-t-t-tit's up!
Joey Martin Lawrence – WHOA!
Little Stevie King Tut
Bad taste walkaways, eternal blame, tit's up
T-t-t-t-tit's up! T-t-t-tit's up!
This’ll be remembered as the
Year you ruined Christmas
Figgy pudding everywhere
Shitty footing tit's up
T-t-t-t-tit's up! T-t-t-tit's up!
Willy Wonka shooting blanks
Tae Bo Banks catwalk
Looking glass, flexed ass
Fizzy lifting tit's up
T-t-t-t-tit's up! T-t-t-tit's up!
Block block, chop block, chop, kick, kick
Punch
Step over the line if you ever feel tit's up
T-t-t-t-tit's up! T-t-t-tit's up!
Bert cake, unabomber, eyebrow, shit’s punk
Trimmed muff not so much, fluff’s tough
Tit's up
T-t-t-t-tit's up!
Trying to pinpoint when the
Shit went tit's up
T-t-t-t-tit's up! T-t-t-tit's up!
Whatcha gonna do to get your
Ass out of this rut
So you don’t live your whole life tit's up
T-t-t-t-tit's up! T-t-t-tit's up!
(Zigga-zigga-zigga-zigga)
Precious, brothers ain’t a name in lights
A last rice cake shared under flames and dice
That know to cope
Gotta swap old campfire chillers
The kind that only grow
In vampire state cellars
And climb out of jars
When they migrate westward
Where they were free of any chessboard square
Hi, I don’t shake beer in the dark
I write but I’m no Shakespeare in the park
I’m a grownsed up punk with an ear
For a heart and I hear you
Please wait here for the ark
Yes sir likely to fester inactive unless
They address all the death and distraction
Shake hands with a foxhole raider
Got a grip like c-c-c-combo breaker
Tally up the dead folk squashed in a car
Fire still warm they couldn’t have gone far
Packed up tough in your
Double stuff swim trunks
Cannonballs recalled when your shit
Split tit's up
T-t-t-t-tit's up! T-t-t-tit's up!
New high score on the IHop Dig-Dug
Pretty cool otherwise pretty much tit's up
T-t-t-t-tit's up! T-t-t-tit's up!
How can I save you when
I can barely save myself?
Codependent No More on my audiobook shelf
Cruise to your town in my cape and my unitard
See what I can do with
My lyrics and my guitar
Now I got my sidekick who brings the beatdown
Have you seen the size of his feet? Clown
Shoes with his own name in gold on the side
If you’re in the dark we’ll
Bring a little Lite Brite pop in the pegs
Make cute pictures pick up some merch
Make us permanent fixtures
On the self help shelf
Of your record collection
So if shit’s tit's up you
Can make the selection
That will take you from limp to
A little bit pumped up
Our HQ is a gluten free bun truck
Shhh, zip your lips don’t tell the bad guys
Shine that giant fun-cicle into the sky
Wait a few months for us to arrive
Big group hug, a little awkward "Hi"
One day you’re in luck
One day you’re stealing cigarettes
From a flipped truck dick face, Tit's up
T-t-t-t-tit's up! T-t-t-tit's up!
You feel a little better when
We sign your high tops
When you get home it’s the same old tit's up
T-t-t-t-tit's up! T-t-t-tit's up!
One half megafawna one half mall rat
Haul ass straight face, dove tailed ball cap
Grape ape unveil plans for the van use
Drive to your shit town
Tell you that your band rules
Live with the get down, maybe out of shampoo
Radio on scan for a stanza to lampoon
Under the bum drum cutter is
A real motherfuckers' motherfucker
Motherfucker alex Karras and Conraid Bain
And Leather Tuscadero
And Pinky and the Brain re-enacting
The Universal masturbation movie
Dolph cold cocks Courtney love boobies and
That over the shoulder anaconda holder
You were close to the hole
You’re getting colder
Bogeyed your birdie when I powdered my putter
But there ain’t no fluffer that
Can fluff this nutter
One day you’re in love
One day your pills suck
One day your shit's fucked, tip tuck tit's up
T-t-t-t-tit's up! T-t-t-tit's up!
Snookie in a snuggie at
The Walt Whitman pit'stop
Cinnabon, Bon Jovi, slippery tit's up
T-t-t-t-tit's up! T-t-t-tit's up!
High noon, milk duds, cherry cola big gulp
Corn dog, dim sum, moon pie, tit's up
T-t-t-t-tit's up! T-t-t-tit's up!
Swab your six lips with chloroform litmus
Color forms, whore shack, Rorschach, tit's up
T-t-t-t-tit's up! T-t-t-tit's up!
Hey Mom, life’s good, works great, tip tops
PS send cash, half dead, Tit's up
T-t-t-t-tit's up! T-t-t-tit's up!
Riding on the back of Undercat Battlepop
Underoos, big sword, top drawers, tit's up
T-t-t-t-tit's up! T-t-t-tit's up!
Can’t plug an old faithful with a fist fuck
No rain coat, no dice go tit's up
T-t-t-t-tit's up! T-t-t-tit's up!
Shine my shoe kicking elevator missed hugs
Seventeenth floor nothing but bugs, tit's up
T-t-t-t-tit's up! T-t-t-tit's up!
Brunch at the strip club, corn beef
Crisp ones
Four teeth, pink tux, pornstache, tit's up
T-t-t-t-tit's up! T-t-t-tit's up!
Joey Martin Lawrence – WHOA!
Little Stevie King Tut
Bad taste walkaways, eternal blame, tit's up
T-t-t-t-tit's up! T-t-t-tit's up!
This’ll be remembered as the
Year you ruined Christmas
Figgy pudding everywhere
Shitty footing tit's up
T-t-t-t-tit's up! T-t-t-tit's up!
Willy Wonka shooting blanks
Tae Bo Banks catwalk
Looking glass, flexed ass
Fizzy lifting tit's up
T-t-t-t-tit's up! T-t-t-tit's up!
Block block, chop block, chop, kick, kick
Punch
Step over the line if you ever feel tit's up
T-t-t-t-tit's up! T-t-t-tit's up!
Bert cake, unabomber, eyebrow, shit’s punk
Trimmed muff not so much, fluff’s tough
Tit's up
T-t-t-t-tit's up!