The Skulx

by The Skulx

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released December 31, 2015

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Track Name: Do What You Do
They sat me down like its due process
A step out of the box was one over the line
Why can’t I be more apathetic?
I should just try that on for a size

They’re gonna try to break you down
Show em where to go
The world’s got room, so do what you do
Do what you do

Well they ruled me out of order
They say that balance is what’s best for their design
It’s not so bad to be defective
Well at least I have something to call mine

They’re gonna take your all
Show em you’re not small
The world’s got room, so do what you do

They’re gonna try to break you
Set you on fire
Just do what you do
They’re gonna wanna hate you
Don’t give em that
Just do what you do
Track Name: Suckin' On Stars
They used to be just like you can you dig it?
Now you want to be them too?
I can’t believe it

Pack yo bags kids,
They gonna take us where we wanna go

You’re gonna like who you are suckin’ on stars
They got that sugar that makes us groove
Not satisfied from the start?
Try suckin’ on stars
They got that sugar that makes us groove

Don’t you worry about where you’re from
Just forget it!
Take a spoonful of this candy dream
Your future’s screaming!

So tired of trying to make it
Unwrap somebody else and fake it
Now don’t be yourself that’s ancient
We got GaGa on sale You’ll take it
Track Name: Different Breed
She ain’t no bunny from a grotto
She got her own bravado
That I’d like to share
And in the darkest bar of hollow
I slowly start to follow her anywhere

Never needed what you wanted
What you wanted came for free
Never knowing what you got
Cause what you got is trickery
Never needing anybody when everybody wants a piece
Don’t you lie to me
You’re a different breed

She don’t look like she could
(She look better)
She don’t smell like she should
(She smell better)
And in the darkest bar of hollow
I slowly start to follow her anywhere

Kiss me
I need a warning
Track Name: Ole Jukebox Move
Every little bit helps to take away all the pain
Every little hit helps to take away everything
I’m sliding side, hipping right
You know, that ole jukebox move
Every little shift helps me fall back into a groove

How many miles is it up there?
How many skies do ya see?
It’s funny how you’re still sitting here
Maybe next time you go you’ll leave
I guess we’ll just have to wait and see…

Every little sip helps to keep the room on its toes
Every little rip helps him peek inside what we know
He’s sliding down, skipping time
You know, that ole jukebox move
Every little bit takes him further away from you

How many miles is it up there?
How many skies do ya see?
It’s funny how you’re still sitting here
Maybe next time you go you’ll leave
I guess we’ll just have to wait and see…
Track Name: Big Bam
Boom!
Big Bam!
He plays a boom boom boom
Big Bam, swamp rock man

In Big Swamp out at Cape Girardeau
There lives a man who watches old Yank’s games in an El Dorado
His family line traces back to the Sultan of Swat
But the only bat he’s got is a beat up Washburn Martin
So he strings her up tight
Outta the park every night you hear-a

Boom!
Big Bam!
He plays a boom boom boom
Big Bam, swamp rock man

Every chord soars, rising past the mountains
When his blues meet sky notes slip right into heaven
There ain’t a man who swings as hard or hits a chord like it’s his last
Just Big Bam and his slugger Washburn Martin
Track Name: Cool Cool Breeze
Loved a little too hard, I broke
Little too much pride in cheek to swallow, so I choke
Now I’m sitting here waiting for the blues till I turn grey

Today’s no lucky day
There ain’t no lucky days
Not anymore

Sittin’ on my ass like a dope
Thinking "If these changes try to move me, well, I won’t!"
But if you live love long, you know the game
So I opened up the pane to start it all again

Gonna let that cool cool breeze bring me on back to my feet
Let the cool breeze drift away my tears
Let the cool cool breeze bring me on back to my feet
Track Name: Patch That Hole
Throw a wrench
Throw your shrink
Throw the whole damn kitchen sink in
It ain’t gonna fill the hole in your heart

Throw a fit
Put up a fight
But when your swollen eyes see the sunlight
You’re still gonna have that hole in your heart

So much time, and it goes by
And you’re mighty sick of climbing, I know
I’ll throw a line, hold tight
I’mma pull ya up and we’ll fix it right
We’re gonna patch that hole in your heart

Drop a dime
Do some time
You’ll be deeper down when you do find
It ain’t gonna fill the hole in your heart

Break a leg
Knock on wood
Throw all the luck ya got it won’t do no good
You’re still gonna have that hole in your heart
So much time, and it goes by
And you’re mighty sick of climbing, I know
I’ll throw a line, hold tight
I’mma pull ya up and we’ll fix it right
We’re gonna patch that hole in your heart
Track Name: Nowhere
Because my car don’t have tires (It doesn’t get me nowhere)
Because at work I’m no liar (It doesn’t get me nowhere)
Thought I’d write a song but it ain’t helping either
It doesn’t get me

When all your days are holidays
Something must be wrong
Doesn’t get me nowhere

I found a strut to my rut (It doesn’t get me nowhere)
Skipping stones round the rim of a bottomless cup (It doesn’t get me nowhere)
And if I should fall in, you know where to pick me up

When all your days are holidays
Something must be wrong
Doesn’t get me nowhere

Nobody wants to meet my gaze
The stink of desperation’s coming off me in waves
And I got one damn dozen excuses for you
I’ll be popping em off like a slinger in duel

When all your days are holidays
Something must be wrong
Something must be wrong