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The Fuzz

This song was created for Game of Bands round 103 : "Under the Influence"

Lyrics:


(0:00) What a night!

(0:05) Yeah... who is it? [weak, drunk]

(0:08) Hello?

(0:11) Sirens? Oh shit... what did I do?

(0:15) Oh god, hide everything!

(0:19)
Fuck, the fuzz!
I can't think straight with a morning buzz
Gotta fake that everything's ok, get my ducks in a row, but I don't know what happened yesterday

(0:24)
I'm confused, ducks around my head
What's the last I recall 'fore I went to bed?
Party of a lifetime, we drank 'til we fell, had a guy knocked out, thought he was maybe dead

(0:30)
I remember an alarm I set last night
Still ringing, though I know I turned it off - right?
I know there's a reason that it's ringing still, but I'm still rather tipsy, not feeling quite bright

(0:35)
God, that beep'll drive me crazy!
Head hurts, my vision's still hazy
I'll get up now to turn it off, but ugh, fuck that, drunk me is lazy

(0:40)
Wait, no, that sound's familiar
That's not the clock I set earlier
Now I smell smoke and I see the danger, that alarm rings out for a fucking fire!

(0:45)
Slowly sinking
Fuzzy thinking
Overdrinking
Vision blinking

(0:56)
Blurry vision
Toxication
Infiltration
Head is spinnin'

(1:07)
The cops - woah
Can barely focus now

(1:13)
I have no control
Shit, I'll fight, grab a knife
I won't go down like this
Final toast (clink clink clink)

(1:22)
Hello, who's there?
I'm not alone?
Hello, who's there?
I'm not alone?

(1:26)
Becky? Hello?
(Aw, yes)
I can't have her see this
I hear the cops are calling backup
I know I'm in such deep shit
I throw away the knife, gotta hide
There's no way I can get through this
(1:41)
Into a thinking state
Keep myself away and isolate
Think about the plan to escape
This cannot be my final fate - but wait
(1:46)
The gusts of wind from a window near
Gives a path of of retreat, no more fear
I call becky over here
We leap the window, ass in gear
(1:51)
It's cold as fuck, with mild hail
It's better than being fucked in jail
(1:54)
But... [speaking] holy shit, it's actually really cold.
We're not wearing much, it's like mid-october, it's like 10 degrees. Maybe this choice was rather poor.

(2:04)
intermittent cursing and drunken rambling and shivering
(2:21) (much slower)
Nearby I can see Becky's new abode
We go inside to escape the bitter cold
(2:25)
Her dogs bark out, she makes them hold
I turn left inside, walk down the hall

(2:31)
I pee a liter, don't know how
I've held in that much piss til now
Bex comes inside as I pull up trow
Offers a drink - fuck it... why not?
(2:42) [speaking]
I'll ust have one... or two... or three...
Wait, where was I? Right, Becky's. God, I'm feeling sick...
I probably drank too much...
Wait, no... no... don't... pass... ou-..


AND THAT'S THE SONG, LADIES AND GENTS

[Exit]

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