FATTER THAN ALBERT.
THE LAST MINUTE
Luckily Myspace.com for some reason has lifted their ban upon uploading FTA songs, all of a sudden I guess they realized that we do in fact own the copyrights to our own songs. We will be featuring them on the Fatter Than Albert myspace and on here.
Click the links below to stream the song. Lyrics further down.
PANDA KING
TCHOUPITOULAS SLIM
SPITTING CONTEST
BETTER SLEEP - new cut
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ALBUM RECORDED BY DANIEL MAJORIE AND CHRIS GEORGE AT THE LIVING ROOM STUDIO.
ALBUM ART BY SEAN SELF.
LYRICS:
Panda King
Lotta people won't get to sleep tonight
Lotta people won't get to eat tonight
If we sift through the topsoil
We'll make it better and better and
If we sift through the topsoil
How do I live
Before I exist
In this madman's day by day?
With television walls to tuck me in
Television walls to tuck me in
While outside screams of poverty!
You feel time tickin' away
Did you spend your better days in a comfortable haze?
Waste time tickin' away
Do we deserve the very best things like dinner plates?
The Return of Tchoupitoulas Slim
The heat is rising to 300 degrees
While these decorative bullet holes adorn our city limit signs
Would you wanna be alone
When our streets are dressed up in pitch black?
There?s a shadow on the prowl tonight,
His cross hairs are indiscriminate
We've fallen pray
To the darkest of hearts
We're staring down the barrel
Of an epidemic
I have no murder wish this evening!
When did killing
Become instinctive?
When did he become a victim of you and me?
When did she become the killer outside your door?
Spitting Contest
No!
There was never a prize in sight!
My, my, my
What a surprise
Your friends in sheeps? clothing
Have shed their disguise
I had a plan to crash into the night
Instead she crossed that line
What?s that bad taste in my mouth?
(repeats, except last two lines: instead I fed a lie
that?s that bad taste in my mouth)
They keep a watchful eye from planes
To make sure your city's safe and sound
They keep a watchful eye from planes
They put them up we?ll shoot them down
I had a plan to crash into the night
Not to be stood up!
So don't call on me for your last call redemption
You temptation whore
Enough! Enough!!
You lied, you lied
Fake operation Sadie
You lied, you lied
Fake operation Sadie
It's all wrong
There was never a prize in sight
So don?t call on me
Better Sleep
Oh I know all I need all I really need
To stay clean is better sleep
Yeah better sleep is all I really need
Wake Up
We?ve aspired for decapitation
While we turn a blind eye toward the guillotine parade
Have no more use for counting sheep
No use!
We've aspired for asphyxiation
A suffocating glimpse at this fucked reality
Are we wasting our days with this better sleep?
I have no claim in this waking life
I'm tethered, bound, and gagged
Wanna wish it good night,
I have no claim in this waking life!
Quick stop!
It's too late
It's too late to get wasted
We have aspired for asphyxiation
While we turn a blind eye toward the guillotine parade.
