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Captain Monk “Cricket”
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jackson Allen
Jackson Allen
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Captain Monk
Captain Monk
Producer
Jon Uhland at Studio 1225
Jon Uhland at Studio 1225
Mixing Engineer

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Bury the hatchet where I found it Right where my arm snapped when I fell After my friends told me I'm ugly Carry my liver up the driveway Squeeze it til' all the juice runs out Delivery it to my unborn baby Feel it like a cricket crawled up my cuff and rubbed its legs Driving me up the wall It's easier to crush it with a fist you only punish It's my own damn fault Slip it down my throat Dilate and float Give me all the green ones And some coke Fry them up in Szechuan Cram them down my gullet til I have a stroke I've got a Funnel for the filling A doggy bag that's spilling Into the backseat of my 1986 Peugeot It barely goes Stare at the ceiling while I fidget Flicking my boogers behind the couch Thinking of times I said some dumb shit Take out the trash bag in my boxers Sit in the shower for awhile Hoping the steam fills up my empty heart Feel it like a cricket crawled up my cuff and rubbed its legs Driving me up the wall It's easier to crush it with a fist you only punish It's my own damn fault Slip it down my throat Dilate and float Give me all the green ones And some coke Fry them up in Szechuan Cram them down my gullet til I have a stroke I've got a Funnel for the filling A doggy bag that's spilling Into the backseat of my 1986 Peugeot
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