Who Said You Could Touch My Dog?

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1.
I prefer to drink my feelings plain With a kick like the words that cut against the grain I wont ever take it back Why would I want to anyway? I prefer to drink my feelings straight Out the bottle when you told me it was way too late I aint ever coming back And you aint ever gonna change Oh, I'm drunk and a little stoned Thinking maybe I should just leave you alone I prefer to eat my feelings raw Packed up and left my common sense in Arkansas I may never make it back Oh God, I hope I see the day I prefer to eat my feeling cold Out the trash and sing the saddest story ever told I aint ever going back to that Godforsaken place Oh, I'm standing in the road Won't somebody run me over? Just let me go Oh, you're breaking all my bones Singing "Baby won't you please just leave me alone?"
2.
Nicotene 01:44
I got nicotine in my bloodstream turning my teeth green I want to throw up, I want to grow up Up the hall and down the stairs Shave my legs and dye my hair Everyone's looking at me but I don't care I got caffeine keeping my mind clean just like a light-beam I want to shine out, I want to find out Out of the closet and around the room Shit my pants and dust my broom Nothing here to see and nothing to do Well in the age of information I can form a sovereign nation on my own It's just me and my mathematics Smoking weed in grandma's attic all alone I got klonopin making my blood thin making my head spin I want to turn up, I want to burn up Up the street and down the lane Up a creek and down the drain And I'm burning, burning, burning all the way Well it's a sad old situation When I form a sovereign nation of myself But at least in this condition I've got lot's of ammunition against my health Oh I got nicotine in my bloodstream turning my teeth green I want to stumble, I want to crumble Dust to dust and milk to mold Iron to rust and cash for gold I'm never never never getting old
3.
Oh, you're a slippery one and I'm a drunk piece of shit you're my Klonopin my Winter Solstice and I can't talk about you or see myself without you Yea, I drank all the wine and smashed the bottle on the floor swear it's the last time snort all the bath-salts and cut my arm open this broken glass is hoping I'm true Darling, won't you pray for me? Because I'm so ashamed... Oh, you're a vengeful one I'm just a sad sack of shit you're the tequila shot I had for breakfast and I talk talk about you or see myself without you There's a ghost in my room they like Courtney Love too their lies make wishes my Winter Solstice becoming co-dependent and feeling so transcendent when I choke I want to if you want to. I'll never be the same... Now who's the sorry one? like you've been taking all my shit keep your hands to yourself pal, you could never can't bear to think about it well babe, let's drink about it You got your brand new head I got my love on a stick I'm frozen soaking wet your Winter Solstice come to me when I fall asleep you dump your can of gasoline and strike Darling, don't you stray from me before you scratch off my name... I want to if you want to. I want you if you want to.
4.
I can write a better song That sounds a lot less like Shitting in one hand and Wishing in the other one I can drive a car I can drive as far away as I need to To never see your face again I can keep a man Well, I can't keep him honest But at least I know he'll call me every night No, it's not much better than Being on my own But it's better than being with someone like you I could say that I never loved you too But you and I both know I could never tell a lie like you I can go a day Or two with out a cigarette Or drinking until my heart's content Though I may never get away From your voice ringing inside my head Finally some lyrics written all by you I hope I never hear that voice again You're all brand new I could say that I never loved you too But you and I both know I could never tell a lie like you
5.
Seeing Red 02:54
Shove my man I'll kick your ass He'll throw your skateboard in the trash Oh, this city of a million hipsters to fight I'll be sleeping under the bridge tonight Give me a reason to stay Give me a reason not to rip all the hair out of my head Oh, now you've made your bed And expect me to lay here with you Your breath smells like trash and hops Now we're ducking out the cops Don't test me when I'm drunk and manic That's my heart with the spike in his pocket Give me a reason to ride Give me a reason not to rip all the hair out of my head Now you're packing up our bed And ask me to carry it with you Maybe I'm the scum of the earth At least you think I'm handsome when I'm covered in dirt Everywhere I look is detest Whip you with a leash and took a steel-toe to the chest Give me a reason to cry Give me a reason not to rip all the hair out of my head Now I'm seeing red And beg me to stay here with you
6.
Wisdom Tree 04:29
The air in the mountains gets cold When the sun sinks into the sea But the Hollywood sign stays on all the time The City of Angels don’t sleep And there’s cameras recording it all But there’s some places that they don’t see All the cops on patrol don’t know wisdom still grows And its flowers are going to seed This tree’s seen a fire burn all through the land And it knows that one day it will happen again We’ll melt through the ice, topple the walls Every courthouse, cop station, and prison will fall There’s cops down there cruising skid row Finding shelters and tearing them down Taking women and men to get locked in a pen In that windowless building downtown So it’s time to stop being polite From the streets and the sidewalks we’ll shout Fuck your laws, fuck your orders; queer love knows no borders Burn the carceral state to the ground There’s fascists on patrol Guarding bloodstained gold Death to America No more USA Take back what they stole Make the people whole Death to America No more USA
7.
Dawning 03:04
Loving anyone but you is just so fucking gross, isn't it? Going anywhere with out you is just so fucking wrong, isn't it? Oh you say that this story isn't over But it's over enough for me If I stayed I'd slip away Into this perfect person that you made out of me All the scraps you threw them in the trash After you cut away what you didn't want to see Because being okay with out you is just impossible, isn't it? Loving anyone but you is just so fucking gross, isn't it? Oh you say that my life isn't over But it sure feels over when you're here Our children will grow to believe That if they are anything like me they'll be ugly All the beds that they lay in With a vacant heart they'll chase that feeling you gave me Loving who I love to you is just so fucking gross, isn't it? Loving anyone but you scares you half to death. doesn't it? Oh you say that this story isn't over But it's over enough for me
8.
I'm drinking Tecate and Tequila In this dingy little bar And secretly I'm glad you couldn't make it Cause if you'd attend we'd have to show our friends How functional we are And tonight I'm too sad and drunk to fake it I remember the first time We got drunk on shitty wine I remember the first time you saw me naked And though these days we're mostly clothed Somehow I feel much more exposed As though my sense of self has slowly been ablated I love you I love you so fucking much But I can't be myself if I am just your crutch I guess it's true I need to love myself first I can calculate my debt but I can't calculate my worth Was I anything to you? Beyond the pictures of me you drew Flat and static on the page Trapped inside this graphite cage But it made me feel so damn important Living my whole life in your orbit Floating aimlessly through space Your light reflecting off my face I went around, around your ego You went around, around my head We went up and down this spiral But mostly we just stayed in bed I'm drinking Tecate and Tequila In my divey hometown bar And honestly I'm glad you're nowhere near it Cause if you'd come along you'd just monologue About your life so far Well I know that story, I don't want to hear it You don't need to tell me why I keep drinking every night I know I'm searching for a point of reference And after all that we've been through I don't want a love that's true I want one fake enough that I can tell the difference
9.
I took a shit on the plane I'm so sorry Those eight dollar plastic cups of wine Got the best of me The smell was inconvenient And I know it wasn't very classy But I don't know what they expect From the back of economy Oh my mama didn't raise me this way At least she didn't mean to I guess what I'm trying to say is I can be the worst too Someone once told me That all the good ones are married or gay Well it's funny they should say that Cuz I happen to be both of those things Even though he's far away I'm still reminded of my no-good husband Every time I see the shitty stick-and-poke He put on my hand Oh my mama didn't raise me this way At least she didn't mean to I guess what I'm trying to say is I make mistakes too Well I left a pile of empty beer cans laying by the tub My granny was so disappointed I've been getting buzzed But I've been here all by myself just waiting for your call And I gotta pick my drunk ass up every time I fall on my face Oh my mama didn't raise me this way At least she didn't mean to I guess what I'm trying to say is I'm a fucking wreck too Oh my mama didn't raise me this way At least me she didn't mean to I guess I was just calling to say That I missed you
10.
Tits and Ass 02:09
Get over it baby They're just getting lazy Just another loser left on read Shot-gun to my mouth Cold beer pouring down I think that I would rather be dead But I got tits and ass and tits and ass And piles of broken glass Some shit that will put hair on your chest I got flabby arms and boyish charm A tendency to fall apart Tell me who the fuck could resist Get over it baby I'm just acting crazy And ego's getting to big for my pants Maybe it's my borderline Or one of them bi-polar signs Or the chemicals they're putting in the tamps But I got tits and ass and tits and ass And piles of broken glass A sexy patch of hair on my chest I'm reducing harm with battle scars A tendency to fall apart Tell me who the fuck could resist Get over here baby Have you checked my gender lately? If it quacks like girl it must be Cuz you sure as shit aint gay At least that's what you always say When you stare me down what do you see? Just my tits and ass and tits and ass And piles of broken glass A pool of cum you left on your bed Yea my tits and ass snake in the grass I'm sorry but I'll have to pass I think that I would rather be dead
11.
When I stare long enough at the mirror I can see my face start to crack I'm getting a little old to be in love And not loved back Isn't it funny? You said you loved me on the phone I know it doesn't count You've been drinking all alone And feeling horny and helpless And my voice was the next best thing to Someone else's once again If I ever make it back I will pretend we never met If you ever come my way I hope that you will do just that I knew that this time was the last time I would ever look at you I hope you fucking missed it I hope you fucking missed it When I cried at the sight of the back of your head If I ever make it back I promise this time I won't forget You don't owe me precious time and darling I don't owe you shit Sometimes the best thing you can do is just break even This is the last song I will ever write about you I hope you fucking like it I hope you fucking like it It's the closest thing to closure we will get If you ever come my way just know that I will wish I was dead This is the last time I will admit that I love you I know you'll just deny it You'll pretend that you can't hear it Even if I scream it at the top of my lungs That I loved you since I left The first time and the last And all the times in between Every mile I gain just might be the end of me Every time I think of you I can feel my rip cage crack But I am just to god damn old To be in love and not loved back (but you know that)
12.
When I woke up I was inside out Ears ringing with a wordless shout Of anger, pain, and fear We took their spit, their slurs, their dirty looks Now they're trying to cook the books To make us disappear I don't have the voice to tell him no Hands up my skirt, tongue down my throat Just get me out of here And though it used to be a clarion call Today I just feel so damn small When I say I'm queer All I have is my rage and my love I'm scared it won't be enough They tell you stand up or you'll be erased Paint a lipstick bullseye on your face And say your name with pride But don't get cocky, don't forget It's your fault if you end up dead Don't look him in his eyes So maybe you should tone it down When normal people are around It's better if you hide We don't give a fuck what's in your heart You're defined by body parts Your gender is a lie So we light our candles, build our shrines Sing our hymns and draw our lines In sharpie on the floor We build our bodies out of sticks and strings And all the pretty useless things That wash up on the shore We bite our nails and rip our skin To let a little sunlight in When we can't feel anymore Then we tattoo hearts around the holes Faded ink on weary souls And wonder what it's for All we have is our rage and our love Oh god I pray that's enough
13.
Shut up and drink your tears I'm talking to that loser across the bar and in the mirror You look so damn pathetic while you're crying in your beer So, shut up and drink your tears They aint gonna tell you shit Quit checking on your phone cuz nobody's calling it On your heart they took a dump you spewed some word vomit Aw, they aint gonna tell you shit Yea well Portland can suck my dick There aint nothing to do there but fight some racist pricks I'm tired of drinking Steel Reserve until I'm bloody and sick Yea Portland can suck my dick Who said you could touch my dog? I know he's so damn cute just like a fuzzy little frog But you just took a shit and didn't wash your hands off So, who said you could touch my dog? Well, why don't you get a job? You're drinking all your money and you're looking like a slob Do you wanna be 30 and still living with grandma? Why don't you get a job? Shut up and drink your tears You aint no hopeless romantic just a funny little queer You look so damn pathetic while you're crying in your beer So, shut up and drink your tears!!

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released May 13, 2019

Written and performed by Fred Kenyon and Cora Jai Bequeaith

Featuring Charlotte Hill, Milo Grey, Sam, Andrew the Red, Jesse P Vile, and Phoenix Jett.

Album art by Frieda Bequeaith

Mastered by Dan Bee at Bee Sounds

Recorded in Bummer City

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