GREATEST SHITS [demo mixtape]

by Nursing Home

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released 07 July 2011
All tracks written and produced by Nursing Home except "Killing an Arab" originally written by The Cure

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tags: alternative experimental greatest shits nursing home ≠‡≠ Brooklyn

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Justin Symbol - vocals, electronics

Alessio Casalini - guitar, electronics

Alexey Artemov - drums, electronics

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Track Name: Obama bin Laden [demo]
The boogie man died today
Strung up on the cross like a marionette
The sky was clear with a cloud in the distance
Like on the day when the planes hit

USA USA USA

The boogie man died today
Political piggy buried in the Dead Sea
The sky was clear with a cloud in the distance
Like on the day when the Son wept
Track Name: Killing an Arab [demo]
Standing on the beach
With a gun in my hand
Staring at the sky
Staring at the sand
Staring down the barrel
At the arab on the ground
I can see his open mouth
But I hear no sound

I'm alive
And dead
I'm a soldier
Killing an arab

I can turn
And walk away
Or I can fire the gun
Staring at the sky
Staring at the sun
Whichever I chose
It amounts to the same
Absolutely nothing

I'm alive
And dead
I'm a soldier
Killing an arab

I feel the steel butt jump
Smooth in my hand
Staring at the sea
Staring at the sand
Staring at myself
Reflected in the eyes
Of the dead man on the beach
The dead man on the beach

I'm alive
And dead
I'm a soldier
Killing an arab

Kill kill kill
I'm gonna kill me a motherfuckin' arab
Track Name: City on a Hill [demo]
Mama loves you
Mama hates you
Mama beats you
Mama loves you

The ghost in the machine
Was just a man in a sheet
You can't spell "deceive"
Without the "lie" in believe

If you gotta follow something
Might as well follow me
The ghost in the machine
Was just a man in a sheet

You
Don't
Know
Me

Technicolor dreamland
Monumental scheme, man
Cocaine crazy
Jim Jones kool-aid

None of this means anything anyway
I don't know you
So get the fuck away from me

Averted gaze
Abortion craze
Peace, love and Columbine

Convolution reverb
Death disco heartthrob
Plastic rigged explosives
Like a Middle Eastern mannequin

I can't wait
For your Armageddon fallacy

Just a city on a hill
The bigger you are harder you fall down
Just a city on a hill
The higher you are harder you fall down

You
Don't
Know
Me
Track Name: Poison Ivy Summer [demo]
[starts with voicemail from ex-girlfriend]

"So I guess I can't compete with open bars, your roommate's marijuana, coke, and fat chicks. You keep ignoring me..."

My country girl
From a white trash world
She worked me like a fuckin' dog

I made the cash
I paid the bills
But nothing was enough for her

She hates it everywhere she goes
She hates herself
It follows her

My poison ivy summer's gone
But the rash she left
It burns me still

Pickin' and pickin' and pickin' those weeds
Jesus won't you come for me

You can burn the trash
In the trailer park
But the trailer park has wheels

She followed me
Through thick and thicker
She put me in a jail cell

She painted me the villain
But that's the only role I know

Just pickin' and pickin' and pickin' those weeds
And pissing on her corpse as I go

Pickin' and pickin' and pickin' those weeds
Jesus won't you come for me

Pickin' and pickin' and pickin' those weeds
(I'm pickin' those weeds
Pickin' those weeds)
Jesus won't you come for me

Country girl
(You were my)
Country girl
(You were my)
Country girl
(You were my)
Country girl
Track Name: Cocaine Cliche [demo]
White is the new black
I say it is an it's true
I'm just a corpse with lipstick
Cocaine is all I touch

He's got a great voice
A throat lined in white
But when there's no snow
There's no show
Refund your ticket and go home

Cocaine
Cliche

Do a line
Snort some more time
I'm wide awake
And dead asleep

She's a photographer
She bathes in bottled water
Are you a porcelain doll
Or just china white?
Tell me your whole life story

Cocaine
Cliche

Suck spit swallow
Pins and needles

Cocaine
Cliche

Suck suck suck
Shooting pins and needles
Through the dollar bin in my nose
Spit or swallow
It's all the same to me

Tell me your whole life story
I'm just a corpse with lipstick
Dead
On the side of the road
Track Name: FIX [demo]
Fix Fix
Give me a fix
It's the chemical need
To create and to breathe in

The air the air
Yeah it makes me alive
Substance abuses
My brain is on fire

Cocaine brain
Gasoline
Boil and stir
In a cauldron of flame

And burn burn
The house is on fire
The children are screaming
Their genitals bleeding

Art is a con
Art is a can
Art is a con
Art is a can

(I wanna watch it all burn down
I wanna watch it all burn to the ground)

FIX
Track Name: Return to the Womb [demo]
I pride myself on
oh-so-logical thoughts
but I'm so selfish
can't tell right from wrong
I'm a spoiled little shit

I can take these
white
blue
green
pink
pills
they made to shut me up
and I call it medicine

I blame you because your will to ever bother doing
anything at all
inconveniences me
just put me in my happy place
with a pillow up my ass
and turn on the TV

Return to the Womb
Return to Mother's Hole
I'm crawling back in
Like your stillborn twin
Return to the Womb
Return to Mother's Hole
I'm crawling back in
Just leave me alone

I pride myself on
having something to say
but I'm a little boy
can't write a song
unless I'm shitting on someone

I have projected
all my failures onto you
because it's easier than to to say that
I'm a failure too

I've got a cross
I've got a crutch
I've got a victim complex
Pity me
It's not my fault
It's like God
You can't see it
But you better believe it


Return to the Womb
Return to Mother's Hole
I'm crawling back in
Like your stillborn twin
Return to the Womb
Return to Mother's Hole
I'm crawling back in
I'm crawling back in

Return to the Womb
Return to Mother's Hole
I'm crawling back in
Like your stillborn twin
Return to the Womb
Return to Mother's Hole
I'm crawling back in
Just leave me alone

My prescription
My addiction
My affliction
My addiction
My prescription
My addiction
My prescription
My prescription

(Blah blah blah
They're interchangeable)

Now
We can Return to the Womb
We're crawling back in

(Crawling back in)
Track Name: Halloween Freaks [demo]
Halloween night is when the freaks come out
You better watch out and never speak so loud
If you get in trouble run into a crowd
Halloween night is when the freaks come out

Halloween is when the freaks come out
They will find you make you scream and shout
If you see them run into a crowd
Halloween is when the freaks come out

Halloween night is when the ghosts say “boo”
You better look behind to see whose comin’ for you
Eye of newt and legs of toad
Put it in a cauldron and set it to a boil

Halloween is when the freaks come out
They will find you make you scream and shout
Halloween is when the ghosts say “boo”
You better run cuz they are comin’ for you

Halloween night is our favorite time of year
Catch the little children and fill them with fear
Put them in a dungeon with spiders and bats
Cut their little fingers and feed them to the rats

Halloween is when the freaks come out
They will find you make you scream and shout
Lock them in a cage and throw away the key
Crush their bones and make a tasty treat

Halloween night is when the freaks come out