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Busdriver - Jhelli Beam Happy Insider feat. Nick Thorburn

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  • ISRC:USEP40907011
  • Recorded:2009 The Echo Chamber
  •  ©2009 Anti Inc.
  • Vocals:Busdriver
  • Vocals:Nick Thorburn

Lyrics

Nick Thorburn:
Happy Inside
Happy Inside
Happy Inside, I don’t know why I cry

Busdriver:
I’ve never been the brightest guy
You know the one all of the gals look for
I used to think Norwegian Wood
Was a Scandinavian adult bookstore
I recall this fling with a Goth metal head
With a pierced labia and purple titties
She used to defile me it made me feel lousy
And sob while scribbling my little journal entries
I ‘m not out to fuck, “out to fuck”
Just maladjust, “maladjust”
Would you be my friend, “friend”
For a thousand buck, “thousand bucks”
I’m no solar panel-plates Kutcher made of granulated sugar
Due to how my confidence allowance sucks
I feel I should probably be re-sexed
If she makes me wear this full-body v-neck
But my name is hers with an apostrophe S

Nick Thorburn:
Happy Inside
Happy Inside
Happy Inside, I don’t know why I cry

Busdriver:
Our OG looks and cozy nooks
Are under siege at the blanket fort
We’ve stricken fibs of clothes pinned haters
With Women’s Lib. nomenclature
Our dinner date’s accompanied by
Dialysis machine beeps
In your case we should hereby
…Screw while dressed to bee keep
What feudal queens, “feudal queens”
Are canoodling, “canoodling”
With this human resources, “hmmm”
Rent-a-wreck, “rent-a-wreck”
When I scowl at whole punchers with Gallup pole numbers
That say women would rather see my dick in a French press
My day is Cheech&Chong misstep
And my face is a 3-pronged inlet

Nick Thorburn:
Happy Inside
Happy Inside
Happy Inside, I don’t know why I cry

Busdriver:
Keep me draped in our uncalendared becomings
Lure me with your ominous insteads
Cuz it’s not likely when I’m on tour chilling
That I freak with girls and sign off on some offshore drilling
Simply because no broads adore us
My dry wit’s due to the clogged pores
From chalk board dust
Still, “I’m the shit” is on the vanity plates
On the tour bus
For all the wrong reasons though
Like me being an actual turd