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"The Drunken Stagger of the Lewd Dewdz"
(Instrumental)
"You Suck"
Every day and every night,
It's the same old God-damned fucking fight.
"Should I stay or should I go?"
What the fuck have I got to show
For all my work and all my stress?
Another fucking lousy check
And no respect?!
Fuck you, you fucking fuck.
Fuck you, I think you suck.
I think you suck!
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Hide the Stash
01:24
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Still raging at a half-past four.
The cops are knocking at the door.
Everybody hit the floor.
Who knows exactly what's in store?
Hey bro, hide the stash!
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Two Wordz
01:15
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I lost my mind drinking again late on a Friday night.
I found some fuck's lost ATM card and it's lookin' alright.
Opened a tab at the Old Pink and it was outta sight.
Proceeded to get more annihilated on the site.
I didn't even bat an eye.
You only live once, then you die.
No, I didn't even bat an eye.
You only live once, then you die.
Two words: "Mine now."
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Nuck Bud
01:26
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Drinkin' on the porch with the scorch in my pocket.
High enough to dry my teary eyes in their sockets.
Medicate the pain in my brain from this routine.
Eat some greasy food with the Dewdz, maybe poutine.
Canadian cuisine in my latrine.
I confess, no, I profess that Canuck Bud is the best
And all the women think that I'm a swanky yankee.
Maybe they're all wrong, but HEY, not in this song
And I lost my train of thought smoking pot.
American excess, I convalesce.
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Off My Back
01:51
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Hey you, get off my back.
Don't give me a heart attack.
Your problems are fucking wack, it's true.
Hey you, give me a break.
How much more can I fucking take?
Just shut up for Christ's sake, please do.
Listening to you is like nails on a chalkboard.
You make me wanna hang myself with an electric cord.
At least I wouldn't have to hear your irritating shit.
I'm so fucking sick of it, yes, I'm so fucking sick of it.
It's true.
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S.K.L.S.
01:27
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I instigate and agitate,
I'm up in your face.
Retaliate? Well, it's too late
Cos' it's a closed case.
You fail to see reality.
You're fooling yourself.
You only see what you want to see
And you can't see an elf.
I'm under your feet.
Like walking on sleet.
Yeah, I know I'm a dick,
But that's just my schtick.
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Lewd Dewdz Buffalo, New York
Crapped together at the ass-end of 2k10, the Lewd Dewdz are some turds playing punk rock from Buffalo, NY. After playing a handful of what can loosely be described as shows and managing to scrape together enough coinage to drop a deuce of a demo tape in 2k11, the Dewdz have already established themselves in their native Buffalo as a bunch of assholes with a reputation for being assholes. ... more
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