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Let Me Let Go

Touching down at LAX
Six hours, knowin' something's not quite right
I start my phone and read your text
Saying 'baby, thought that maybe
You'd take a taxi home tonight'

Last man standing by the baggage claim
Too scared to move
Too scared of change

I know it's hard to cry
When you're heart's not really in this
Can we say goodbye
And this time really mean it
I don't know if it's you or me
Who's holding on so desperately
I know that I'm not strong enough alone
I need you
I need you
To let me let go

The aching truth that we've been running from
Like strangers in a life that might have been
You'll always be my unfinished love
Can't preserve it
Still was worth it
Even if not perfect in the end

And though our lives may take us anywhere
I'll be the last man standing for ya
Call me
I'll be there

I know it's hard to cry
When you're heart's not really in this
Can we say goodbye
And this time really mean it
I don't know if it's you or me
Who's holding on so desperately
I know that I'm not strong enough alone
I need you
I need you
To let me let go

How many times can we give it one more try
Can't imagine livin' this without you by my side
Oh, I need you
I need you

I know it's hard to cry
When you're heart's not really in this
Can we say goodbye
And this time really mean it
We both know it's you and me
We've been holding on so patiently
I know I can't do this on my own
I need you
I'll always love you
But let me let go
Just let me let go

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If There's A Reason

If you should need me deep in the night
My arms around you in shades of twilight
If there's a reason for livin' without me
Just let me know and I'll move on
 
Down to the station with the big wheels burnin'
Gonna get my ticket to play out that role which I've been given
 
Home is where the heart is
But at times a good home must be broken
The wine has grown bitter
From the harsh words we have spoken
 
If there's a chance for someone else
To make you feel life is worth livin'
Give it a try oh lady
Just let me know and I'll move on
 
Home is where the heart is
But at times a good home must be broken
The wine has grown bitter
From the harsh words we have spoken
 
If you should need me deep in the night
At shades of twilight
If there's a reason for livin' without me
Just let me know and I'll go on livin'
 

Keep on Driving

Somebody’s waiting for you, somewhere down the road
Keep on driving, keep on driving, keep on driving, keep on driving
 
In the pickup truck, sick bikers, escapees from Rikers, snickerin’
Hicks with pitchforks, pickin’ up hitchhikers and trickin’ ‘em
We likes it, killing live chickens with an ice pick
Run quickly, you’re in a snuff flick, G
Feed you to a pig, your wig eaten up, no need to dig
Jigged up, bleeding from your ribs like squibs
I’ll eat the brains of your kids’ kids
Male chauvinist with a fro shall attack
And sting you like a big cobra slapped
You get trapped in my crib, in your grill
Like a jib camera, vicking you like a vig
Shoot you up, you’re puking up uranium
Blastin’ your mom dukes in the cranium
The insane asylum, sanitarium, off the crazy train of delirium, in the vein again
You’re being chased through the forest by crazy-faced coroners
With an amazing taste for blood like tyrannosaurus
You’re exhausted, cut off your clitoris
Divorce it from your orifice, force in a fist, torture with forceps
Nauseous from horseshit, a coffin wraps your torso like a corset
Juxed multiple times, like shrapnel inside a war vet
A crooked cult crime, the sultan of slime with the insulting rhyme
Get cooked from a jolt of voltage in your spine
Indulging the coldness, bitterness, cruelness, ruthless vulgarness
Ogrish, ghoulish, when the full moon hits
The ultimate focus is who won’t live
 
Somebody’s waiting for you, somewhere down the road
Keep on driving, keep on driving, keep on driving, keep on driving
 
You ran out of gas on a farm road and trespassed
Now you’re stabbed in your ass with broken bottles
Chokin’ on crushed light bulbs, fill up your abdomen with glass and bust rifles
I’m pulling out your organs, organizing an orchestration of gore appreciation
Depravation, give a whore a feces facial
Eat it raw, defecation suffocation
You get smothered in anal, kill you like the brother of Abel
I’ll make your mother my table, then shove electrical cable in her instestinal navel
You just don’t get it, you’re found dead, naked, beheaded
Your drowned head decapitated and used for bait below the seabed embedded
A school of red snappers ate it then jetted
Your corpse is a grisly work of art
Like a grizzly bear with a body part in his mouth, eating like Sizzler
Scissor teeth sharp like shattered mirrors
Into your heart by the wizard of incisions
Dead, but your nerves make you pop up like jack-in-the-box
Attack with an ax like a fox
Screaming like you’re typing with caps lock on
Frightened so bad, your hair whitened
Shoved on a meat hook by a creep that looks like Meat Loaf
A big oaf, a mofo with a mullet keeping your skull as a trophy
Skin on the sofa covered in fungus growth
Dumping you in a crawlspace, I’m an off-the-wall nutcase
Rocking your face on my face, while pumping Ace of Base
Piece by piece, disgrace your faith
 
Somebody’s waiting for you, somewhere down the road
Keep on driving, keep on driving, keep on driving, keep on driving
 
They’re watching youse, talkin’ with walkie-talkies, hawking you with binoculars
They’re cop killers creeping like tarantulas, the praying mantis, and chinchillas
You go from being innocent and fearless to careless to brutally pillaged
Like Todd Bridges’s transition from being Willis to shacked up in a crackhouse with dealers
Cracking your back with a blackjack ‘til you snap your spine, fractured
Like a flashback reaction from mescaline cactus making your back twitch
You’re ass-backwards
Warriors, the serial killer version
Put a blade to your dome when I invade your trailer home like a military incursion
And make you drink your urine in a deserted desert, unpleasantly murdered
Your vertebrae is some perverted peasant’s dessert
Your gizzard is a scuzzy treasure and present for some pheasant and buzzard
The mutants molest at night on a nuclear testing site
Like Wayne Newton, give you a face lift
Lacerated with ceramic plates ‘til you drip blood platelets
Leave you anemic, self-mutilation while Willie Nelson is playing
On the radio station, on vacation
Don’t take directions from a mental patient on medication
Asphyxiation fixated on hatred, don’t befriend a stranger
They got hidden agendas, rocking suspenders, to leave your appendix chopped in a blender
 
Somebody’s waiting for you, somewhere down the road
Keep on driving, keep on driving, keep on driving, keep on driving
 
Someone will be there
Someone will be there
 

Wondering

I will arise:
In the depths, I will open my eyes;
As my breath almost fails me, survive.
Wait - there's something unclear,
There's something I fear now drawing close.
Could it be you? Whose is that voice?
Is it now time to make a choice?
Ah - that irrational pain!
This ridiculous brain now bursts with joy.
Could it be me? Could it be now?
Should I begin to take my vows?
I will return:
As I live, as I breathe, as I burn
I swear I will come through,
With my hands stretching out in the dark,
With my eye pressed up tight to the glass,
Wondering if it's all been true.
Wondering, wondering, wondering...
Wondering if it's all ... wondering if it's all been true...
 

Uncle Fucka

Terrance:
Shut your fucking face, uncle fucka!
You're a cock-sucking, ass-licking uncle fucka!
You're an uncle fucka, yes it's true!
Nobody fucks uncles quite like you!
 
Phillip:
Shut your fucking face, uncle fucka!
You're the one that fucked your uncle, uncle fucka!
You don't eat or sleep or mow the lawn,
You just fuck your uncle all day long!
 
Terrance:
Hmm!
 
Mountie:
What's going on here?
 
People:
Uncle fucka, uncle fucka, uncle fucka, uncle fucka!
 
Terrance & Phillip:
Shut your fucking face, uncle fucka!
(Uncle fucka!)
 
Terrance & Phillip:
You're a boner biting bastard, uncle fucka!
 
Terrance:
You're an uncle fucka, I must say
 
Phillip:
Well, you fucked your uncle yesterday!
 
Terrance & Phillip:
Uncle fucka... that's...
 
Everyone:
U-N-C-L-E, fuck you! Uncle fuckaaaaaa...
Too right!
 
Phillip:
Suck my balls!