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See a Doctor

by Hung Daddy

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1.
See a Doctor 04:10
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Alright! Holy shit when I woke up today My teeth are falling out and hair’s turning grey Stumbled to the bathroom to take a dump Only to find a worrying lump Fuck knows what I took last night There’s only blood where there should have been shite Feel the parasites in my brain Wiggle and worming driving me insane You got it, we got it See a Doctor, see a doctor Holy shit this cancer’s grown There’s only one place to go Ha ahh See a doctor See a doctor Sterile table is where I lay Legs in stirrups, ass on display The tests prove without a doubt In a few short hours i’ll be checking out Fuck it, I’m outta here, there ain't no cure I’ll be in the pub till I hit the floor The pulsing parasites in my brain Bring me back to life to party again You got it, we got it See a Doctor, see a doctor Holy shit this cancer’s grown There’s only one place to go Ha ahh You got it, we got it See a Doctor, see a doctor Holy shit this cancer’s grown There’s only one place to go Ha ahh You’ve got it We’ve got it You’ve got it We’ve got it You’ve got it We’ve got it Who’s got it You got it You got it We got it You got it We got it You got it We got it You got it Holy fuckballs See a doctor See a doctor See a doctor See a doctor See a doctor See a doctor See a doctor See a doctor See a doctor See a doctor See a doctor See a doctor See a doctor See a doctor See a doctor See a doctor See a doctor See a doctor
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Food Envy 03:20
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Food Envy! Friday night Get off the grind Out with friends to wine and dine Menu packed with food to eat What to choose? What to eat? Shit! What have I done?! You’ve got Food Envy You’ve got Food Envy You’ve got Food Envy You’ve got Food Envy Food’s coming Left and right Your mind can’t feed on just the sight Ask your friend for a taste He’s looking full Don’t let it waste Shit! What have I done!? You’ve got Food Envy You’ve got Food Envy You’ve got Food Envy You’ve got Food Envy I’ve eaten plenty I’ve still got food envy You’ve got Food Envy You’ve got Food Envy You’ve got Food Envy You’ve got Food Envy Sit and dream What could have been Your dinner just ain't what it seems Regret and wine Fill your mind You’ll make a better choice next time Shit! What have I done!? You’ve got Food Envy You’ve got Food Envy You’ve got Food Envy You’ve got Food Envy I’ve eaten plenty I’ve still got food envy
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Psychic Master 04:32
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Changing your perception of it Accused of Russian interference But you’ll never see me coming Mind leaves no fingerprints Psychic master Concentrate the power Psychic master Your brains I will devour Psychic master Concentrate the power Psychic master Your brains I will devour I have psychic powers I can read your mind I have psychic powers Your passwords are all mine I can bend a spoon with my brain I can drive a sane man insane The power of my mind knows no bounds If your dare to stick around you’ll be wiped out I know what you’re thinking Pick a number, number 4 But this ain't no party trick Illuminati master, bitch Psychic master Concentrate the power Psychic master Your brains I will devour Psychic master Concentrate the power Psychic master Your brains I will devour I have psychic powers I can read your mind I have psychic powers Your passwords are all mine I can bend a spoon with my brain I can drive a sane man insane The power of my mind knows no bounds If your dare to stick around you’ll be wiped out Psychic master Concentrate the power Psychic master Your brains I will devour Psychic master Concentrate the power Psychic master Your brains I will devour I have psychic powers I can read your mind I have psychic powers Your passwords are all mine I can bend a spoon with my brain I can drive a sane man insane The power of my mind knows no bounds If your dare to stick around you’ll be wiped out
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Wash Your Fucking Pots 03:16
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You can’t say, it’s not your turn today And pray I’m gonna deal with it There’s a pile on side, must be three feet high Now it smells like shit The pasta on your plate has gone out of date How did you manage that? Your bowl of oats and wheat has turned to concrete Complete and utter twat Why don’t you wash the fucking pots? It’s not hard, it’s not hard Why don’t you wipe the fucking sides? Try and hide, try and hide There’s a mince pie sitting on the side, now we’re in August I wouldn’t normally mind, but it’s grown in size And now it’s registered to vote Custard stalactites not a pretty sight but now they’re load bearing There’s a shit in the corner from the previous owner Now it’s contributing rent Why don’t you wash the fucking pots? It’s not hard, it’s not hard Why don’t you wipe the fucking sides? Try and hide, try and hide I cry Every time I walk in the kitch Now die Under the weight of my passive aggressive post-it notes Why don’t you wash the fucking pots? It’s not hard, it’s not hard Why don’t you wipe the fucking sides? Try and hide, try and hide Why don’t you wash your fucking Why don’t you wash your fucking Why don’t you wash your fucking pots Why don’t you wash your fucking Why don’t you wash your fucking Why don’t you wash your fucking pots
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Ghosts of Ikea 04:03
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I went in for a bath mat So I only packed light Four hours in The lights went dim So I set up camp Between the bathrooms and the desk lamps I chowed down on wax fruit When I ran out of snack food The creative space Leaves you out of place Don’t stray from the path There’s no coming back I first realised That I’d met my demise When I saw my face On a picture on the bookcase I'm the ghost of Ikea Stockholm syndrome I’m the ghost of Ikea Never going home Flatpack Flatpack Now I’m departed Let’s get the party started I’ll feed the deceased A swedish meatball feast It’s not bad being dead When you’re fucking with the flatpack I’ll never be lonely In a place so homely I'm the ghost of Ikea Stockholm syndrome I’m the ghost of Ikea Never going home Flatpack Flatpack I'm the ghost of Ikea Stockholm syndrome I’m the ghost of Ikea Never going home Flatpack Flatpack Tiny allen wrench Check Small pot of glue Check Sixteen dowel Check You know what to do No I'm the ghost of Ikea Forgotten soul I’m the ghost of Ikea Never going home
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Incorrect Item 03:37
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No eye contact, no idle chat It’s time to automate Your robot till don't food shame me Because all I brought is a ton of cheese And 20 cans of Irn Bru Incorrect item in the bagging area Don’t you worry, honey, help is on it’s way Don’t need a bag today, ‘cus I brought my own from home A store assistant saves the day It’s all so quick, until you hit a glitch The store assistants gone away Reduced to clear my biggest fear And bakery I don’t go near It’s just too hard Incorrect item in the bagging area Don’t you worry, honey, help is on it’s way Don’t need a bag today, ‘cus I brought my own from home A store assistant saves the day Incorrect, incorrect incorrect item Incorrect, incorrect incorrect item Incorrect, incorrect incorrect item Incorrect, incorrect incorrect item How could you get it so wrong How could it take so long I want my basket aisle back I brought my, I brought my own bag Incorrect item in the bagging area Incorrect item in the bagging area Don’t you worry, honey, help is on it’s way Don’t need a bag today, ‘cus I brought my own from home A store assistant saves the day
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I Shit Liver 03:56
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I shit liver! Caught be the wheel Drags you by the heel Turns you into something your not Bow your head in shame Work you little slave Grind you little fucking cog Counting down the days Till you can escape Weekend’s nearly in sight Hearty meal of liver Will make your body quiver For what's to come Bottoms up, down the hatch Take a piss, keep drinking Clear the shot, another glass I shit liver Late bar, air guitar Don’t stop drinking Play some Quo, neck a pint I shit liver Your round, pour it down Traffic cone, fuck off home Hit the ground, upside down I shit liver Drank too much jagerbombs Cannot tell when i’ve had enough Drank too much jagerbombs I shit liver Searching for a meaning Just ask yourself the reason Why you’re caught in this rut Gonna plant the seed That liver and onions is all you need Sitting in your gut Counting down the days Waste your life away There is no escape Hearty meal of liver Will make your body quiver For what's to come Bottoms up, down the hatch Take a piss, keep drinking Clear the shot, another glass I shit liver Late bar, air guitar Don’t stop drinking Play some Quo, neck a pint I shit liver Your round, pour it down Traffic cone, fuck off home Hit the ground, upside down I shit liver Drank too much jagerbombs Cannot tell when i’ve had enough Drank too much jagerbombs I shit liver Let’s keep drinking To stop ourselves thinking Why we’re caught in this rut Let’s keep drinking Just keep on drinking Drink all we’ve got Alight, if you’re listening I want to hear you sing this next one with me Are you ready? Bottoms up, down the hatch Take a piss, keep drinking Clear the shot, another glass I shit liver Late bar, air guitar Don’t stop drinking Play some Quo, neck a pint I shit liver Your round, pour it down Traffic cone, fuck off home Hit the ground, upside down I shit liver Drank too much jagerbombs Cannot tell when i’ve had enough Drank too much jagerbombs I shit liver I shit liver You shit liver We shit liver Obey the liver

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released March 8, 2020

All Music and lyrics by Hung Daddy/

Guest vocals on Ghosts of Ikea by Sam Fowler (Raised by Owls)
Guest guitar solo on Ghosts of Ikea By Tom Clark (Cacodaemonic)

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