Totally Limbless

by Sloppy Jane

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Dedicated to Rhoda Penmark

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released January 24, 2014

Haley Dahl ~ Screaming + pretend guitarring
Imogen Teasley-Vlautin ~ Kicking, whacking, and harmonizing
Phoebe Bridgers ~ Being better at bass than we thought+harmonizin like an angel

Chris Johnson ~ producer
Art by Luna Slater Rose and Chloe Feller~

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Track Name: Rhoda's Revenge
Shoes in the furnace,
Tap shoes in the furnace,
Put 'em somewhere where they can't hurt us
I've got a metal in my hand
And there's blood on the wall
I've got the prettiest mother of them all
I've got the prettiest mother of them all
Shoes in the furnace
Tap shoes in the furnace
Don't touch 'em cause they might burn us
I got a metal in my hand
And there's blood on the wall
i've got the prettiest mother of them all
I've got the prettiest mother of them all
I've got the prettiest mother of them all

And that's what I tell all my friends
That's what I tell all my friends
That's what I tell all my friends
Yeah, that's what I tell all my friends
That's what I tell tell tell all my friends
That's what I tell all my friends, oh

That old woman loved me she
Fell down the steps
It was the best damned snowglobe that I've gotten yet
There's a boy in the river
Dead boy in the water
Yes I am my grandpa's granddaughter
Yes I am my grandpa's granddaughter
That old woman loved me
Shoved her down the steps
It was the best damned snowglobe that I've gotten yet
There's a boy in the river
Dead boy in the water
Yes I am my grandpa's granddaughter
Yes I am my grandpa's granddaughter
Yes I am my grandpa's granddaughter

And that's what I tell all my friends
Yeah, that's what I tell tell tell all my friends
That's what I tell all my friends oh,

I'm going to hell with all my friends,
Going to hell with all my friends yeah
I'm going to hell with all my friends oh,

But don't you tell don't you tell my friends no,
Don't you tell don't you tell my friends, no,
Don't you tell don't you tell my friends no,
no,
no no no no no no no no
no,

What would you give me for a basket of kisses?
Well I'd give you a basket of hugs.
Track Name: Pop Punk (Love Song)
I'll sing about feeling sad and angry
I'll sing about feeling in between
I'll sing about the time I fell in love
When I was only seventeen
Then I'll use a euphemism
For masturbation
I lost my virginity
On summer vacation oh-oh

oh-oh
oh oh oh oh oh oh
x2

He's never gonna write me a pop punk love song
Cause sad boys always sing about somebody else
But all I ever wanted was a pop punk love song
So I'll sit here and sing one for myself

I'll sing about all the highschool parties
That I blew off to stay in bed
Can't say I was misunderstood
Just too useless to make friends
Then I'll use a euphemism
For masturbation
Tell you how I almost didn't make it
To my graduation oh-oh

oh-oh
oh oh oh oh oh oh
x2

He's never gonna write me a pop punk love song
Cause sad boys always sing about somebody else
But all I ever wanted was a pop punk love song
So I'll sit here and sing one for myself

All I ever wanted was a pop punk love song
Sad boys always sing about somebody else
All I ever wanted was a pop punk love song
I'll sit here and sing one for myself
Track Name: Wilt
I've got a surgeon's precision
And a drunk man's hand
They say I've stopped growing
So I do what I can
Nothing ever changes but the cigarette brand

Don't panic this is just routine
Don't panic this is just routine

You've got roses on the brain but I'm all wilt
You've got snowflakes in your veins and I'm all melt
You don't got blame on your breath, God bless, but all I taste is guilt
My misery will bury you
And I'm so sorry that I'm scaring you
But what was I supposed to do
As opposed to loving you?

I've got a surgeon's hand
And a drunk man's passion
I'm totally limbless
And I'm ready for action
Nothing ever changes but the taste of tobacco

Don't panic this is just routine
Don't panic this is just routine

You've got roses on the brain but I'm all wilt
You've got snowflakes in your veins but I'm all melt
You don't got blame on your breath, God bless, but all I taste is guilt
My misery will bury you
And I'm so sorry that I'm scaring you
But what was I supposed to do
As opposed to loving you?

You've got roses on the brain but I'm all wilt
I'm all wilt
I'm all wilt
I'm all wilt
I'm all wilt

Now what am I supposed to do?