Bloomington Cutters - Hey Turkey!

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Bloomington Cutters - Namaste, Asshole
{Verse} In the parking lot your lip got popped And damage controlled the scene And in the garage, a slow sabotage Became our toxic routine

Bloomington Cutters - Misery Index
{Verse} Humming Status, Singing quo Dressed for sitting at home A TV winter as I measure my significance {Verse} Disappointed, I’m disjointed

Bloomington Cutters - The Problem that has No Name
{Verse} Preoccupation with occupation And scratching the itch, and playing with my dick Am I just wasting time? Commit or just fucking quit

Bloomington Cutters - Midlife C​​ris​​is
{Verse} On the 8th day God woke up from his nap Kicked his feet up and cracked An ice cold High Life On a marquee Of a church in Ozark, Missouri He named

Bloomington Cutters - A Statement of Port Huron Proportions
{Verse} As a child I’d speak child Didn’t want to be a kid As a child I’d think child Didn’t want to be a kid When I was young I was tired and miserable

Bloomington Cutters - Sons and Daughters
{Verse} Do children make us better men? Or do they make us older children Do children shape our motivation? Or do they make us nervous versions of ourselves with good

Bloomington Cutters - Maybe, But....
{Verse} Maybe I drank too much But I pissed a lot too You should’ve moved your running shoes Maybe I drank too much But I pissed a lot too You might rinse your

Bloomington Cutters - Siamese Nightmare
{Verse} We lit the bridge from the middle Big block “O” on my chest I’d love some of your attention Pay no mind to the rest Stage left, off center

Bloomington Cutters - Memento Mori
{Verse} A funeral train A crowded plane A cross on the interstate An hourglass A flag half staff The prospect fascinates {Chorus}

Bloomington Cutters - Good, Clean, Introspective Fun
{Verse} If assholes were crop circles We’d hold Ph.D.’s in ufology If dickheads were brutal dictators We’d be axe in hand at Chop-Chop Square If being pricks