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Number 3

by Banjo

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1.
This is my contract: there will be no show If your club hasn't joined the last millennium I shouldn't have to see dicks and balls hanging And looking into another man's eyes as he's straining This is my contract: there will be no show Are you that fucking broke? Just a plank of wood would be enough Tell me, where do you shit when you're here and the urge hits? I say let us use that one instead But no, how must you see us "The animals can use this pail The door's open, gather round See his tail grow and paint the bowl" This will not stand If they won't give you dignity, a door to close Shit their stage, show them how much you can be exposed We cast this mandate: a gate where we defecate Or pay us more for the show past the bathroom door
2.
20th selfie this week from this gross mid-life crisis turd You are so fucking boring Arguing full-throated using celebrity's words You are so fucking boring Paragraphs of prose about your piss-shallow musings You are so fucking boring Still high off the latest hit of reacts you've been abusing You are so fucking boring Self-obsessed zero with nothing of your own to show You are so fucking boring Persona of memes and most of them fucking blow You are so fucking fucking fucking fucking boring fucking boring Haven't earned a fraction of the shit that you talk Acting like a fucking guru, god you barely can walk And you haven't figured out yet that you're not some beacon You're a train wreck sideshow with gasoline leaking The same "close friends" that feed the comments you suck on All laugh behind your back at the stupid shit you're stuck on Dramarrhea leak Fuck your whole profile Do you know how stupid you come off? You fucking internet hangover
3.
A clap of thunder deafened all A tower severed from its stony walls A savage fire in the sky did then appear All the ocean waters drained And no one ever dreamed again On the day the singer loaded gear
4.
David 02:01
I'm supposed to meet my good friend David here Did you happen to see him walking in? I don't know everyone by name that comes in here, man I'm gonna need a description Well all right His hair is stringy, probably matted with phlegm Beady shifty eyes, a face a mother'd condemn Carries the aroma of the shittiest pot Sunken chested beer gutted face full of snot Have you seen my good friend David here? Have you seen my good friend David here? Oh yeah, I did see a few guys come in that looked that way Though you know, it's really kind of hard to say So that i'm not sending you on any wild trails Can you give me any more details? Sure Just by looking at him you can tell that he's trash Probably ate a baby, fucked an animal's ass Sculpted in the shape of fucking failure and hate Tell me, have you seen him or is he running late? Oh I know who you mean now He got here ten minutes ago He actually asked for you too Though how he described you, you probably don't want to know
5.
Did you hear about the Laplace jiu-jitsu master? Some called him "Hot Brown", but that's another story entirely He was the champion of Kenner's parking lot tournaments Kenner, of course, being the Eastbank's Westbank It was a hard nod life for "Hot Brown" Until that fateful day he saw the flyer on the telephone pole He texted the number and was told to meet at a warehouse When he did that night, it was a very different thing he found indeed Oh wait. This isn't the story of the Laplace jiu-jitsu master "Hot Brown" It's the story of a guy with no critical thinking skills Who ended his evening with a lot of foreign objects in his rectum But also a level of internet fame that most of you would die to have Sorry, I always get those mixed up.
6.
Scream at the top of your voice, it doesn't matter what the syllables are, nobody's ever gonna read the words Didn't I just use this concept for another project I released about a month ago? It's the final song for the album and I still haven't come up with a name for it yet Just gonna run my mouth for the lyrics then start picking around my stupid pictures folder Banjo is back again Eight years, I don't know why Scott did some good guitar Three people might buy it I caught the flu so I gotta do these vocals with a coughing fit I've had for two fucking weeks now After I'm done, probably going out tonight and catch the 90s band at Hurricanes Blaine really wanted to be on the album but you kinda gotta come over here to do that There will never be another live Banjo show, they only think that it's a good idea, holy fuck Banjo is back again Eight years, I don't know why Scott did some good guitar Three people might buy it Buy it Probably not Music has no value anymore Banjo never did Way ahead of the curve Fuck you Holy shit this is a long fuckin song, I gotta fill it up with one more verse I'll just pick a random manual and read it til the song gets to the end Install the metal mount please refer to the detailed instructions on page 2 Remove the protective film wrapped on the lamp body, do not use knives or sharp instrument

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released December 30, 2023

J: vox, bass, drums
S: guitar

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This project refuses to die. A new album every eight years! Quality not assured, that's the Banjo guarantee!

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