01 Duty Shirker [Lyrics]

02 Rock Your Face [Lyrics]

03 Road Dog [Lyrics]

04 Outhouse Potty Champ [Lyrics]

05 Shitstorm [Lyrics]

06 Relish My Pickle [Lyrics]

07 Chickens in the Sewer [Lyrics]

08 Chilidogs [Lyrics]

All songs written and performed by HoleHog:
Jim: Drums and Vocals
Christine: Vocals, Guitars and French Horn
Skip: Bass
Tobias: Guitar and Vocals

Listen/Download The Detector (very rough demo)

Verse:
black boxes with flashing lights
alarm bells, L.C.D.s and G-P-S
dialing in your location, tuning in your frequencies
super high tech LED machines
2ndpart:
you’re like lactose – shelfish – and nuts –
I get all itchy and my throat swells shut
I feel much better when I don’t lay eyes on you

Chorus:
(I got a) bull shit [detector] asshole [detector]
(I got a) idiot [detector] and I’m coming after you…

(I got a) shit head [detector] pompous git [Detector]
I got your number and I’m doing what I can to avoid you

Verse:
driving around in a big white van
tinted windows and an extra man
tranq guns tracking beacons
[cold pizza and beer]

Meta-verse:
gonna study you moving around
gonna see where you hang in town
gonna put an end to you,
your friends, and your game

-call response guitar solo reprise of main riff-

Verse (slight return):
the bells are ringing and the lights all flash
the detector’s humming and I’m getting a rash
science finally made a day
when I can stay out of your way uh-hun-ha

Chorus:
(I got a) fuck head [detector],
dirt bag [detector]
(I got a) dill hole [detector]…
.. and I’m coming after you…

(I got a) jerk off [detector]
douche bag [Detector],…
and I finally got a way to avoid you.

fades out all sing:
[jerk ass detector, scum bag detector, needy sponge detector ] bla bla bla bla
[self centered detector, black hole detector, poison pen detector] ya da yada ya

There is a $5 cover at the front door… We’re pretty sure you can just walk into the back door… if you can handle walking through a crowd of smokers… but you won’t get a raffle ticket this way!

The Terminal Bar [ Map ]
409 E Hennepin Avenue, Minneapolis, MN

12:00 BUNGE
11:00 BAD ACCIDENT
10:00 HOLEHOG
9:00 BROTHER JACK

I thought she was good like me
Didn’t know she was bad like him
I thought it was another country
Didn’t know it was the land of sin

I thought she was 007
Didn’t know she was 666
I thought she was a gift from heaven
Didn’t know she swam the river Styx

Chorus

She’s a spy
a spy
a spy for the devil X2
She keeps an evil eye on me!

I thought I had her under control
Didn’t know she was fast and loose
I thought I had her heart and soul
Didn’t know she was a devil duece

I thought it was a road trip
Didn’t know she was going to Hell
I thought it was a spaceship
Didn’t know I didn’t know her too well

Chorus

She said..put on your horn swoggles and put on your beer goggles
Pick up the fiddle stick and hold on to your nit pick

You’re going down, going down, down to the dungeon!
You’re going down, going down, down to the dungeon!

Strap on your blood muffler and plug in your bag duffler
Swallow what the goat guzzled and scream what the master muzzled

You’re going down, going down, down to the dungeon!
You’re going down, going down, down to the dungeon!

(Down in the dungeon we are good people)

I’m gonna be Hungover and pregnant

If I’m gonna have morning sickness, I’m gonna do it right
I’m gonna rip it up tonight I’m gonna get tight
What happened last night, I hope the baby knows
I hope it still has ten fingers and ten toes
Two for ones are really two for twos
And there’s only one way to chase away the blues

I’m gonna be hungover and pregnant

Marlboro red box Corona with a lime
I know the baby likes it cuz it’s kickin overtime
Some people drink alone but I never do
I’ve always got my drinkin buddy right inside my womb
He’s a chip off the block and a good time Charlie
Tomorrow morning we’ll be feeling pretty gnarly

We’re gonna be hungover and pregnant

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Lyrics:

I got duties. I’m gonna shirk.
I’m a duty shirker. I’m gonna shirk my duties tonight.
My succotash, well, it’s suffering.
And right before I crash, I’ll need some bufferin

C’mon girl. Take it easy with me.
C’mon girl. You been working too hard.

I’m a duty shirker. I’m a duty shirker.
I shirk my duties all night long.

I’m built for comfort not for speed, guitar.

I’m built for viewing not for doing, guitar.

I don’t have a list of jobs to do
What I have is a list of jobs to poo poo
I like to shirk ‘em. Don’t like to work ‘em!
I like to shirk ‘em. Don’t like to work ‘em!
C’mon girl. Take a load off.
C’mon girl. Let your muscles go soft.

I’m a duty shirker. I’m a duty shirker.
I shirk my duties all night long.