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Bad Bunny
02:34
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Bad bunny, better let your own life get in the way
You can't be a bunny if you don't want to
You can't be funny if you can't be a fake
You can't be sunny without darkness
And fire in your wake
You can't be a honey if you're never an egg
And you can't be runny if you never get up
You can't get money if it's always being hoarded
And you can't use less 'cuz it's never enough
You can't be a bunny if you don't like it
And you can't be a rabbit if you never get fucked
You can't get money if you never run for it
And you can't be funny if you never get bombed/bummed
Bad bunny, better let your own life get in the way
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Horses and Gasoline
02:28
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Martin Luther King fights crime on the surface of the Sun with Karl Marx
Louis Riel casts a spell and gains control of great white sharks
Albert Einstein fires a rocket into Rockefeller's face
FDR defeats Kareem Abdul-Jabbar in a race
Chorus:
Horses and gasoline, apple juice and Vaseline
White-Out and mice, concrete and rice
Sewage and Styrofoam, acorns and microphones
Olives and ice, lava and lice
Malcolm X and Sitting Bull riding on a moose with Howard Zinn
Charles Darwin and his dog begrudgingly agree to have lunch with Ho Chi Minh
Ada Lovelace rides a unicycle and tells Mitochondrial Eve to watch
Sacagawea and Jimi Hendrix pouring shots of 40 year old scotch
Ceausescu gets a tapeworm from some undercooked roast beef
Frida Kahlo cuts a snowflake in a slice of bologna with her teeth
A dog named Worm, and a cat named Stove
A car named Angus, and the van that that car drove
Marie Curie as a kid, except she has a chicken's beak
Gandhi and Genghis Khan stay at home and watch 'Twin Peaks'
Joe Stalin and his wife bake zucchini bread in Hell
King Louis XIV touching wieners in a cave with H.G. Wells
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Dogs Become Animals
02:54
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We'd play for you every night, if we could
And we recognize your human rights, like we should
But The Plodes don't love you back
We're not going to pretend
That we want to be your friends
The Plodes don't love you back
We've got no self-respect
You've got no intellect
At this point, we cash the cheque
You're a pain in our collective neck
We're in those magazines
For white perpetual teens
The Plodes don't love you back
We're still independent
But we have to pay our rent
So buy these skateboard shoes
That we don't even use
We've got no self-respect
You've got no intellect
At this point, we cash the cheque
You're a pain in our collective neck
Trust us, we're young and pissed
And we're still anarchists
Just call our publicist
She can pretend you don't exist
When I was young 2 years ago, I believed in stuff as well
But not we're Plodes Incorporated and we can't afford to play your basement
So good night, everyone
Don't have too much fun
We'll exit out the back
The Plodes don't love you back
I'm sorry you're underage
Please don't rush the stage
I'm trying not to care
I've decided life's not fair
The Plodes don't love you back
The Plodes don't have your back
The Plodes will not come back
We're just giving you the facts
We'd play for you every night, if we could
And we recognize your human rights, like we should
But The Plodes don't love you back
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