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High Stakes



(2004) The Crew
01. I am not a looney
02. How much does freedom cost (these days)?
03. Survival of the fattest
04. The crew (with nothing to do)



01. I am not a looney

Acording to the facts
I'm the one that doesn't fit in
Conclusion with regrets
Well I'll just go and keep on spitin'
And hangin' around w/the birds
The birds are pretty but I got no weed
They won't let go till they see me bleed
My past is now all over me
Destroying me in harmony
That's why I don't have to testify
That's why I am me myself and I
Not you
My head's fallin' apart
But I keep on doin' same ole shit
My beer belly Is hard
So I burp and I fart
The grass is green the sky is blue
And by now my liver's too
Now my brain can truly fly
Finally I went to die
That's why I don't have to testify
That's why I am me myself and I



02. How much does freedom cost (these days)?

Take a look around
There's almost nothin' to be found
But ignorance and fools playin' by the rules
Money makes the world go round
Corporations make it sound like
The system's good for everyone
And soon we'll be payin' bills for layin' in the sun
Let's start another war to even up
The worlds economy
Broadcast it live on nbc so that everyone can see
How much does freedom cost these days
I look up at the sky
Must be a reason why
The billboard is so high
It's tellin' me to buy
Whatever they are selling
I'll be more then happy to pay
If you could just remind me
How much does freedom cost these days?



03. Survival of the fattest

This is a song that thin can kiss goodbye
This is a world where only the fattest can survive
No one cares if there beer is hot or cool
As long as the refrigirator is always so fuckin' full
What's the point of getting laid When there's all
that food around What's the point of thinking straight
When my ber belly's got no bound Survival of the fattest
Runin' to the kitchen for the midnight snack
While your beautiful wife's screamin':
"I'm horny come back!" you can't be bothered
the hunger's killin' you a bloody steak is callin' to ya
moooooo! What's the point of getting laid
When there's all that food around What's the point of
thinking straight When my beer belly's got no bound
Survival of the fattest



04. The crew (with nothing to do)

Friday night you won't see us in the pub Wasting money
in the clup You'll find us drinkin' down the park
Just like every other day Sober and bored
I can almost hear my conscience say:
"on to the liquor store!" we're the crew with nothin' to do
so we drink a lot! I think I'll have a couple of beers
But that's just for starters I know we'll move to something
much harder There's a party down town
We're not invited but that's okay
We'll go any way and ruin someone's birthday!
Cos we're the crew with nothing to do So we drink a lot!
I wake up in the morning with a headache I think I'll
take a shower I drink three cups o' coffee And I'm still
not feelin' sober Last night was great Cos at the party
I got laid She punched me in the face when I asked
How much am I to pay? We're the crew with nothing to do
So we drink a lot And maybe smoke a little pot!