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Drunken Dead

from Faux Real by The Turnbucklers

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Tear through the ground as I exit the grave.
My bone gang and my sex slave.
Take me out, it’ll be a job you overgrown corpses,
you fleshy slobs.

Only want to eat some people tonight.
Something kinda meaty with a thirst for fights.
Something kinda sexy for a Thursday night.
I’m looking kinda dark and you’re looking ripe.
Tonight, we dance enhanced.

Drunken dead.
You all have shrunken heads.
Sippin’ and slippin’, unaware that I’m fixin’.
You must be happy, you must be sad.
Fixed in your stupor. I’d rather be dead.

Only come out at 3 at night.
Overcrowded streets to my delight.
Waitin and planning no one left standing.
Everyone’s ticket in the shadows I’m handing.

Soon it will end, soon you will die.
Lurking in the shadows here with my allies.
This is no joke, this is no lie
Opportunity strikes.
Tonight, we dance enhanced.

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from Faux Real, released June 16, 2013

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The Turnbucklers New Jersey

The Turnbucklers are a triad of misfit musicians out of Central Jersey determined to carve a name for themselves on the bathroom stall of life.

Freddy Unreal
Ponyboy Kane
Ron Delux
Joshua Whyy

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