Name: The Bird Flu Epidemic of 2012
Duration: P00H02M01S
Description: The fourteenth track off the first Andy the Doorbum full length "The Doorbooth Album (You're Going Crazy, And I'm Coming With You)"

The Bird Flu Epidemic of 2012

from The Doorbooth Album (You're Going Crazy And I'm Coming With You) by Andy the Doorbum

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The fourteenth track off the first Andy the Doorbum full length "The Doorbooth Album (You're Going Crazy, And I'm Coming With You)"

lyrics

My face is hanging on the wrong side.
I spit up monarch butterflies.
It comes from putting out cigarettes, in sulfuric acid when I put them in my stomach, and a-

Bow bow bow Somebody hit the bass drum.
Tap Tap Tap one more body in the dungeon.
Bow bow bow Somebody hit the bass drum.
Thump it, goddamnit, cause I don’t have one.

You don’t remember me but I do.
And I’m so very glad I met you.
So I can puke up my butterflies,
In the mouths of hoppy toads,
That beauty’s just food in their eyes.
It’s gold, it’s green and it’s coming with a quickness.
Rehearsing like an avalanche, spreading like a sickness.

Bow bow bow Somebody hit the bass drum.
Throw ho ho another body in the engine.
Bow bow bow Somebody hit the bass drum.
Thump it, goddamnit, cause I can’t afford one.

Lowsy orphans go to school while I depend on government grants,
I’d be pissed if I were slightly interested in taking classes.
Bow bow bow Somebody’s got a paycheck,
And if you’re not careful less-fortunates will come and steal it.

And it’s gold, it’s green and it’s coming with a quickness.
It’s got a nice chunk cut out, but could use work on the thickness.

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from The Doorbooth Album (You're Going Crazy And I'm Coming With You), released October 10, 2005

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Andy the Doorbum

Andy the Doorbum has been writing and recording his own music since he was 9 years old.
His discography ranges from eccentric lo-fi caterwauling to lush self-recorded pieces described as "filling a darkening void with a pitch black effort." All of this is done with the goal of finding the beauty in the ugly reality of the world. Growth from upheaval. Art for survival. Creativity or extinction. ... more