Binge Thinking
by The Good Excuses
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Digital Album
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Farewell Tune
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I could be a tomato
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Forwards Walkin' Man
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When In Rome
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Alien Feed (Bone song)
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credits
released 01 November 2011
Andrew Thompson,
Jim Gullifer,
Adam Sheehan,
Jeff Matthews,
Andrew Thompson,
Jim Gullifer,
Adam Sheehan,
Jeff Matthews,
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- Track Name: Mr. Rutherford
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Mr. Rutherford had an attitude
Gave me the business
Whenever he could
Everything of mine that fell behind his fence
Was his, instead
I want him to get
A taste of his own medicine
Meanwhile back at the lab…
A clumsy scientist accidentally mixed
The two ingredients you never mix
So when a toxic gas filled the atmosphere for a day
It made everyone who breathed it crave
Brains legs and toes
Ears eyes nose and elbows
Everybody knows
That the only way to kill a zombie
Destroy the brain
Throw the carcass on flames
Everybody knows
That’s the only way to kill a zombie
Mr. Rutherford
You’re a zombie now
And I’m pretty sure
I’m taking my footballs back
Cause They’re immune to all zombie attacks
I gave your door a knock then I kicked it in
And I knew then I knew that this was it
It doesn’t have to be this way you said
But that might be some zombie self defense
Your blood curdling scream
Would be bad in a different circumstance
But everybody knows
It’s okay to kill a zombie
Destroy the brain
Throw the carcass on flames
Everybody knows
It’s okay to kill a zombie
So Mr. Rutherford
Where’s the business now
I’m having so much fun throwing your guts around
Mr. Rutherford, Your zombie body
Is buried underneath your prized azalea bush
I knew that you would’ve wanted it that way
I knew you would
Don’t worry ‘bout Mrs. Rutherford
She’s in good hands now
I’ll take good care of her
Brains legs and toes
Ears eyes nose and elbows - Track Name: Farewell Tune
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Take your time I want to watch you disappear
Been waiting for some time to watch you, filled with fear
We're breaking out the balloons
Singing all our farewell tunes
Thought it was just an illusion
But now it's really here
And I haven't felt this good for a while
Maybe I should, Maybe I should
Come and see you
Hope they got you nice and cozy
I hear the dirt gets pretty heavy
But we don't care
When you're down there
Is this a reaction to your useless pain
I hope they bury you without a name
But we don't care
When you're down there
The useless kind always seem to shine
Thought it was just an illusion
But now it's really here
And I haven't felt this good for a while
Maybe I should, Maybe I should
Come and see you - Track Name: I could be a tomato
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One day I could be a tomato
Lose all my memories and motor skills
A burden in the making
These diapers aren't gonna change themselves
Chew my food, spit in my mouth
This is how I eat now
Prescription medication
For basic body functions
Keepin this train wreck rollin
There isn't any shame involved
With forgetting all
The names of everyone
Saying they're your kids
This is how I eat now
This is how I eat now
Sponge me down
Let me roam around the town
Completely unaware of all the people there
Where's my gun?
I remember, that's right, oh yeah
Under the stairs
That's where
This is how I eat now.
One day they'll run me a blood test
And be baffled by the abnormalities
And although I'll already sort of know things
My name and whereabouts will be new to me
There isn't any shame involved
With forgetting all
The names of everyone
Saying they're your kids
This is how, This is how
This is how I eat now. - Track Name: Forwards Walkin' Man
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Well he's a forwards walkin' man
Swingin' his crazy karate hands
Got his feet to the beat just prowlin the street
And his lean is a little lazy
But when a fine woman walks his way
He knows that today's a good day
But then he slips and falls and breaks
One of his legs
Now he's a sideways walkin'
A sideways walkin' man!
Well he's a sideways walkin' man
Just trying to get around the best he can
People you know they just watch and laugh
He says "damn, man, can I get a hand?!"
He catches a sexy woman's eye
Turns to watch her sexy hips go by
But he turns so fast that his front
Becomes his ass
Now he's a backwards walkin', a backwards walkin' man!
There's a bad ass ripple in his manly crippled walk
There's a sexy quiver in his dirty crippled talk
The cat's barely alive but you can't deny
He's one hell of a.....
(now listen here ya jive talkin' fools, take in what I say and we'll be cool. I'm sharing all I can about how to be a forwards walkin' ladies man. It aint the skin, but down in the soul, so take it slow. Let those feet just roll. White man shouldn't never wear white suits, but that don't mean ya can't lose the cowboy boots. A feather in the cap, a little finger snap, and those ladies will be all over you. Now I've gotta be going before things get out of hand, but no matter what when you see me you know you'll be thinking..)
He's one hell of a forwards walking man! - Track Name: When In Rome
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It's okay to make mistakes
That's what erasers are for
Effort alone won't get ya anywhere
Ya gotta know joe schmo
If luck's got ya down
Don't ya worry bout a thing
Waive your wand
And magic will respond
The logical way
To get even sometimes
Is to blow off your head
Ignorant and rude
Don't mean the same thing at all
Don't you act like they do
Or I'll correct you
If ya never wonder why the sky looks like it's blue
You got a lot less thinking to do
If someone that you love is dead and you want them back
The fairy tales better be the facts
Ignorant and rude
Don't mean the same thing at all
Don't you act like they do
Or I'll correct you - Track Name: Alien Feed (Bone song)
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Who will dig up our bones?
What vehicles will they fuel?
They'll find the remains of the forgotten gods
Who's only concerns were plastic and revlon
Who will dig up our bones?
They'll reconstruct us without instructions
On display in some peculiar way
They'll make commission off the price of admission
And stare in a way that asks how did this come to pass
Who will dig up our bones?
What vehicles will they fuel?
They'll find the remains of the forgotten gods
Who's only concerns were plastic and revlon
Who will dig up our bones?
Magic elixirs and glorified plastic
These are the things that made us fantastic
Not love or compassion or the primitive need
Now our books, art, and rosaries are alien feed
So who will dig up our bones?
What vehicles will they fuel?
They'll find the remains of the forgotten gods
Who's only concerns were plastic and revlon
Who will dig up our bones?
We're just a bunch, we're just a bunch
We're just a bunch of undiscovered tutankhamuns
tutankhamuns, tutankhamuns, tutankhamuns
We made it so easy to find our bones
Cause we marked them with headstones, bone colored headstones
