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We Have Fun

by Raccoom Venom

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1.
What’s in this bottle? What’s in this drink? Do I have to choose again Between a good night’s sleep and whisky What’s cookin’ in the kitchen? What are you pouring down the drain? Am I flushing out my good intentions? Or should I flush out my veins? The one who got this whole thing started Won’t be the motherfucker to wrap it up Because they’re either passed out on the sofa now Or in the front yard throwing up So what’s in that bucket? What are you pouring down the sink? Do you wanna watch some Netflix? Or do the pretty people hurt your self-esteem? What’s in this bottle? What’s in this drink? Do I have to choose again Between a good night’s sleep and whisky I’ve got my whole world floatin’ in this bottle I put all my faith in this drink So I might just get around to enjoyin’ A good night’s sleep and whisky A good night’s sleep with whisky
2.
Shed 87 02:30
Welllllll…… Well, I wake up again sensitive to noise and light Realizing I might have had too much to drink last night Cuz drinking’s easier than stressing over life And it’s harder than you think to quit playin’ in this shed And I know, I know that I should go to bed But I don’t give a single fuck that it’s 2am So I struggle through the next day more tired than anyone should ever be Especially somebody who had the option to sleep And I wake up in the morning and it’s time to start again Stuck in the cycle that’s become my closest and worst friend You’d think I’d try to break free from this trend But that night I find myself again playing in this fucking shed Small and dark and spider infested Look at the clock, this time it’s 3am So I struggle through the next day more tired than anyone should ever be Especially somebody who had the option to sleep But I still gotta take care of my responsibilities The promises I made to my friends and family I hope they know that they’re my priority But I guess this routine ain’t that bad because I spend every day with Kaiti I drink all night with Reid (That’s me!) With plans like these who needs any fucking sleep?!
3.
Smug N Cocky 02:38
I may not be the world’s best anarchist But from what I understand they don’t want a leader anyway That’s okay, it don’t hurt my feelings And I’m fine with cleaning classrooms and pumping gas for strangers But I’m also fine with lying to myself Cuz exhaustion doesn’t lend a hand in reality versus dignity Anarchy is an impossible dream and I would Probably die on the first day anyway From the poisonous berries I kept in my pocket Like a true anarchist dying smug and cocky I would find a way to be too goddamn afraid Fuck it today I still get nervous about stealing From the grocery store Because I ain’t a kid no more I may not be the world’s smartest anarchist But at least I’m slipping swiftly into madness Those who get the most do so by complaining loudest While I’m lying to my bed begging for forgetness Money can’t buy happiness, but it sure as fuck can buy a fifth But I ain’t gonna pull another shift and sell my soul to the manager You don’t wanna be a cop and you don’t wanna be a robber Don’t want an empty belly try marrying a farmer Cuz the farmer grows the food to be eaten by the soldier Whose whole life will depend on their doctor and their lawyer And all their families and their patients and defendants All rely on their janitors and gas station attendants But they won’t work together cuz we’re stuck in a fucky structure It may not be easy but we’re stubborn motherfuckers, which makes Anarchy an impossible dream and I would Probably die on the first day anyway From the poisonous berries I kept in my pocket Like a true anarchist dying smug and cocky I would find a way to be too goddamn afraid Fuck it today I still get nervous about stealing From the grocery store Because I ain’t a kid no more I ain’t a kid no more (x6) Anarchy is an impossible dream and I would Probably die on the first day anyway From the poisonous berries I kept in my pocket Like a true anarchist dying smug and cocky
4.
Lately I spend my days being nice to people I’d probably hate If I ever got to know them at all I hope they don’t see through this fake smile And I hope they don’t come back for a while If they ever come back at all I’m sorry that I don’t believe it when they say they got faith in me And if it’s true, they should stop fucking expecting me to be Exactly who they want me to be Cuz, fuck, I don’t even believe in myself Why would they think any differently? Why would they think any differently? Well I might have a drinking problem at age 18 (23) But I can’t find the fucking problem it remains to be seen They say it’ll hinder my ability to think They tell me that my life with go shit but when they’re warning me About this shitty future, it sounds more like the present I get the feeling that I’m already in it When I’m forced to talk people like them for any more than a minute So I’m really not sorry that I’m not the person That they’ve always wanted me to be What happened to that belief they had in me I don’t meet their expectations or standards And I sure as hell don’t need their pity
5.
Regular Phillip worked at the gas station down the street He really didn’t mind his job because he was outside and on his feet His goal in life was to go to work and make that skrilla Until he drank Supreme gasoline and now they call him Super Phillip He’s got all of the powers of unleaded gasoline from Chevron Always gets from point A to B and you know that he’ll be clean, he’s got Techron When you need a full tank just roll down your window and say his name Just don’t smoke your cigarettes around him or else he’ll burst into flames Into flames Gas Rules Everything Around Me GREAM cuz you’re empty Gotta gotta fill y’all!
6.
Take your trash to the cities Throw your garbage in the streets Cuz every downtown is already a landfill So let’s keep the pretty places clean Unleash the sewers on the city Watch rivers of sludge run through the streets You might get a fun disease, but we’ll save a couple trees So let’s keep the pretty places pristine
7.
I’m often told I look like Jesus Christ And I find that strange cuz I am Satan (Satan? Who’s Satan?)
8.
Don’t let the duct tape and blood on my guitar Convince you that I’m different than any other suburban white guy I never really fit in, but hell I never really wanted to try Because the day I treat people like they do Will be the end of me and everything that I believe Yeah, the day I start acting like a dick will make me fucking sick So I’ll just pack my shit and leave Don’t let the holes in my bedroom walls Define who I am, just what I do Well actually they explain it all I’m an angry, clumsy fucker just like you And the day I start dealing with my shit Will be the day I feel I’ve finally succeeded On the day I start to feel like an adult Well here’s to hoping I still feel like a kid And I hope that I live the rest of my days in a completely different place Where I’m not always thought of as a fucking nuisance Yeah I hope that I live in a place where my voice will be heard And conversations will never be useless You’ll know I’ve made it when I talk about these days like they never existed And if I don’t then I’ll tell you about the chance I had and how the fuck I missed it Yeah you’ll know I’ve made it when I talk about this place like it never existed And if I don’t then I’ll tell you about the chance I had and how the fuck I missed it I fucked it up
9.
You’re a lazy bastard he said to himself as he got home from his second job Sat on the bed with his mandolin and proceeded to write this song It wasn’t easy and it wasn’t hard it was freedom in its purest state He didn’t write it for anyone, but he hoped that they could relate La-da-da-da’s And he’s getting tired of the overzealous taking to the streets and the internet Wants to tell them ‘time to choose your war and know your fucking place in it’ But maybe his place in his war is helping others to discover theirs The problem is they talk too much and he hardly cares La-da-da-da’s And he ponders why he doesn’t write another love song when every note he plays feels true as love Really fucking hates to get philosophical, but what they fuck does he know about the stars up above If he can’t talk about what’s outside his own door how could he sing about what he feels That’s when he realized what man doesn’t understand is what he steals La-da-da-da’s You’re a beautiful bastard he reminds himself in the arms of the one he loves Life’s a beautiful bastard he confirms to himself in the arms of the one he loves Life’s a beautiful bastard he reminds himself in the arms of the one he loves Life’s a beautiful bastard he confirms to himself in the arms of the one he loves
10.
1/2 Life 02:08
what do you call it when cell phones make you crazy? what do you do when cars drive you mad? how does it work when you don't wanna be employed? what's permanent culture if you gotta lease the land? i'll have a virgin rum and coke (i thought you said you hated coke) that's right tonight I'll stick with rum and I'll have your most bitter beer (should I just leave the pitcher here?) yes please I'm not waiting on anyone though I'm sure they're lots of fun I still do not own a gun though I hear that guns are all the rage these days did I just say that out loud? maybe it's the other way around i hear the rage is all the guns these days either way I do not mind it is your right to decide what will protect you in the night stop me if I get too deep maybe we'd get better sleep if everyone stopped shooting off their mouths who shall I cite to prove society is crazy? who would believe me if I swear to god madness ain't mad? surely I can find a way to shirk responsibilities maybe a half-life really ain't half that bad
11.
I need drugs like I need a hole in the head I need a hole in the head to smoke drugs I don’t drink PBR unless I’m out with my brother at the bars Cause I only get around in this town for one dollar PBR nights Cause I know how to make 8 dollars work right It’s not a drug problem. It’s a drug solution! I don’t drink to escape from life. I drink to escape from harder drugs. Do you need my shoes? I’ve got socks Do you need my socks? I was born with two fucking feet There are several types (hundreds of types!) Of alcohol poured in my head But I’m only needing one of them to get me safely into bed But I’ll take the floor instead! It’s not a drug problem. It’s a drug solution! I don’t drink to escape from life. I drink to escape from harder drugs. I need drugs like I need a hole in the head I need a hole in the head to smoke my drugs He tried to light a fire using cigarettes and gasoline But I smoked all my cigarettes and the fire wouldn’t light But I’m better off now Cause he’s huffing gasoline and the school was made of bricks anyway
12.
Cult of Two 01:45
(rad instrumental song)
13.
We Have Fun 01:21
We have fun, we have fun Under the freeway or under the sun And we’ll die; I promise that we will die But just before we do we’ll never feel more alive And when I’m dead, when you’re dead I expect heaven will be something like this old shed And we’ll be freed, God, we’re freed When the oxygen meets the dimethyl-tryptamines And I’ll gasp, Lord, I’ll gasp Will I remember the faces when my last breath has passed I will run, we will run Toward what was promised us when our turn was done But it was fun, we had fun We played a great many songs and I enjoyed every one

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Recorded in July of 2015 at the Haus of Klaus and Ma and Pa Newlin's.

Reid N. Rainbow- Vocals, Mandolin, Piano, Harmonica, Kazoo, Ukulele
Stoned Mason- Vocals, Guitar, Banjo
Artwork by Jaicee Nichols-Howell.

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released July 16, 2015

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Raccoon Venom Oregon

Just two wholesome bros. Oh, and also a whole lot more.

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Reid: vocals, banjo, ukulele + more!

Mason: vocals, guitar + more!

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