Dull

by Crabs

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Recorded, Engineered, Mixed by Vincent Gregorio
All Songs Written By Crabs

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released September 19, 2012

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Track Name: Ceremonies
Boy, If you don't watch your mouth, the lords will come to judge you.
They'll throw your name in the mire, and as you know mud sticks.
Then, all of these sweet dishes and convenience smiles,
Will surely leave a bad afer taste inside your peon's mouth

Ceremonies

Their Christmas Ornaments are top-notch
See how those lords have served us
Swedish baths and perfumed silk gowns,
See how those lords are served
We are all full of piss and vinegar
We don't dine at the lords table
They'll decompose your life by stages
With their countless ceremonies

I own a car and a Phd,
And now i'm part of the family

Thanks to my scholastic tendencies
I've grown Inartistic abilities
Track Name: Apple-Polished
Self-Serving hypocritical bastard,
I'm staying in your good graces
taking every single word
you could ever say,
for gospel truth.

Self-Serving hypocritical bastard,
I'm staying in your good graces,
wiping ass in silk handkerchief,
wading in my own beliefs


Cause

Masses Lynch Freaks
Masses Lynch Freaks


Nothing allures you anyway
so be conciliatory.

I like this new costume of yours.
It fits you like a glove.
Track Name: Goat Moths
I'm weeping with laughter, shitting on your ill ideals
Through the Maelstrom's eye, old reveries went to wrack and ruin

So you might as well learn how to feign a smile
you might as well learn how to feign a smile

Don't need no diagnosis
Awareness is no disease

Don't need no diagnosis
Commonplace, the disease

Well Bred, Well Fed
Goat moths abound
When suburban malls
Serve as forums

They're weeping with laughter, shitting on your ill ideas
Through the Maelstrom's eye, all revelries went to wrack and ruin

So you might as well learn how to feign a smile
You might as well learn how feign sleep

Don't need no diagnosis
Awareness is no disease

Don't need no diagnosis
Commonplace, the disease

Well Bred, Well Fed
Goat Moths, abound
When Suburban malls
Serve as forums
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You've never been more than a good-for-nothing
And never'll be less than a good-for-nothing

Closeout
So bring your wifes,
And bring your Brats
Refill the void
It's a Free Buffet
Track Name: Permanent Makeup
Tedium,
when i hear us think
there's always greatness drown in tedium

And this plane tree scent
fills the air no longer

Improvidence is one healthy vice
That Doers, in their wild goose chase, may loose

Yes sir, i'd do anything
Yes sir, I'd do anything for this
Yes Sir I'd do anything to preserve this nasty habit

OutGrown,
This skin he sheds

He Jerks off
And then to bed...
Track Name: Mating Scents
He likes them when they're being coy
And she enjoys the simple joys

They make small talk on their dinner date
and burn ambergris as incense...
Track Name: Cherry Eye
Her facial makeup is permanentaly inked
We had a blast, but now i feel indistinct...


Dullness drown out the Halcyon Days
And got me sealed into a frame of mind...


Stand in a row
Stand in a row

We Stand in a row...

In I, In You,
This creative urge

From days on end
And From Craddle to urn,

From Loners to
acceptable nerds,

For some reason,
we kept up the herd instinct...
Track Name: All Larvae Are Fed On Royal Jelly
Orchids look tidy
when all larvae are fed on Royal Jelly

Idlers, we would be
If it wasn't for all the mockery

So we abstain...

We were Prosperous Students
Die Hard Zealots of Routine

We Combed neatly,
Grew in Harness

(Alt) A Good Clan, ours,
there'(wa)s not a better !

Mundane,
in the most modern way

But Now,
In my Mound,

Pale and Red
Colored Heads

Sperm Competition,
is in the receptaculum

To many Egoes Have
killed the Clan...

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In an Alan Aldridge's ball
All the animals are
a bunch of poseurs

In an Alan Aldridge's ball
All the animals are...

They made
this Barn Their Church,

And the Peons all
Flocked in for Shelter

They Made
this mall their Church,

And the Peons all
flocked in for shelter


In an Alan Aldridge's ball
All the animals are
a bunch of poseurs

In an Alan Aldridge's Ball,
All the Animals feign sleep...