We Couldn't Think of a Title

by Psychostick

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    Psychostick's first ever full length record! Originally released in 2003, "We Couldn't Think of a Title" received local critical acclaim and "BEER!" was eventually picked up by satellite radio followed up by playing "Jagermeister Love Song," "Two Ton Paperweight," and "ABCDEath." Soon other radio stations started picking it up and Psychostick decided to find a way to distribute it to stores and take things on the road.
    "We Couldn't Think of a Title" was then rereleased in 2006 through Rock Ridge Music with two bonus tracks, ABCDEath and Jagermeister Love Song.

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Psychostick's first ever full length record! Originally released in 2003, "We Couldn't Think of a Title" received local critical acclaim and "BEER!" was eventually picked up by satellite radio followed up by playing "Jagermeister Love Song," "Two Ton Paperweight," and "ABCDEath." Soon other radio stations started picking it up and Psychostick decided to find a way to distribute it to stores and take things on the road.
"We Couldn't Think of a Title" was then rereleased in 2006 through Rock Ridge Music with two bonus tracks, ABCDEath and Jagermeister Love Song.

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released August 1, 2006

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Psychostick is a comedy metal band who enjoys beer, boobs, and the occasional dichotomy of a bi-partisan government. Wait... what?

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Track Name: Scrotal Torment
In a crowd
With no escape
Is when I feel
My privates wake

I've got to find
Some privacy
Or they will see
Me scratching me

My balls itch!
They're itching, I gotta scratch 'em
Way down low!
My balls are a ball of fire
My balls itch!
They're itching, I gotta scratch 'em
Way down low!
My balls are a ball of fire

Irritation
Toleration
Scrotum itching
Leaves me bitching

Can't endure this
Epidermis
Scrotum itching
Leave me bi---

Tension builds
There's got to be
A way to end
My agony
Pockets deep
Where no one sees
I find the keys
To my relief
Track Name: Two Ton Paperweight
My car is a PIECE OF SHIT!
I wanna drive you off a cliff
Watch you crash into a ravine
For the things you did to me, you...

STUPID CAR!
I wanna make myself a pipe bomb
Blow yer damn engine back to hell
Where I know you're from.

Piece of JUNK!
You aren't even worth the tow
To a junkyard or a place
Where you'd sit and lay to waste, I...

WISH YOU'D DIE!
Oh nevermind, you always do.
Can you tell me how much longer it will be
Until I'm rid of you?

I wish that you'd just get hit by lightning (or something).
My confidence in you is sold with every part I buy
I guess I'm just a sucker with a lemon
So pucker up and kiss another paycheck goodbye!

You leak more than a newborn baby
I change you oil all the time but STILL you need some more
Your fluid puddles come in assorted colors
Such wonderous variety of problems galore

Will there be a time
When I know I can drive
Without my car breaking down?

And will I ever see
It start consistently
Without the pain and the suffering

My car is a PIECE OF SHIT!
I outta give you a swift kick
In the muffler, in the tire
Or where ever I desire

You STUPID CAR!
You never get me very far
When you decide driving to the store is a mortal sin

PIECE OF CRAP!
I guess you want a piece of me
Since you're leaving all your pieces
In the middle of the street

You heap of JUNK!
I don't know what I'm gonna do
I just hope that I don't have to take another day of driving you

I swear you must be older than my grandma (and she's dead)
The fact you run at all is quite a mystery to me
Your miles are approaching seven digits
May God have mercy on the soul that's holding the key

I'm guess I'm just a little angry
But for some reason, getting stranded kinda chaps my hide.
You probably think I'm slightly overreacting
Has your car ever made you think about suicide?
Track Name: No Pun Intended
I've got bad diahrrea
It might be a good idea
If I found the bathroom quick before I...
Track Name: Why, Oh, Why?
I'm lookin' at you
After it's all over
And I don't feel quite the same

That look in your eye
Says you don't want me anymore
Even though you are to blame

Why oh why did this have to happen
Why did you do me this way?

(Tell me why)
You had to leave me all alone
(Tell me why)
I had to end it all in song
(Tell me why)
You ran away with my best friend
Tell me why I still love you.

I came across an old love letter
And here's what you had to say:

"Would you please pick up a gallon of milk
while you're shopping at the store?"

What? That's not it...

Ah, here it is. You said:
"I love you so, you're everything to me.
I could love no other one".

Yeah, right.

Except for maybe, like I said, my best friend
And my brother and my dad, and my other brother, and his best friend, and that guy's brother as well, and that one guy that used to come and mow our lawn every Saturday that had a cool tattoo of a dragon on his shoulder and it was really neat and stuff...

(Tell me why)
You slept with everyone but me
(Tell me why)
I'm out of words that rhyme with me
(Tell me why)
You still owe me 3 bucks for that milk
Tell me why I still love you.

Why did you leave me alone...
in the cold, in the darkness?
Chained like a dog to the wall in the basement
"Hey, who turned out the lights?"

Why did you hurt me so bad?
Do you have no remorse?
When you broke both of my shins with a hammer?
"Ow, my fibula!"

Tell me why.

Tell me why I still love you.
Even though you're a bitch.
Even though you're a psycho.
Even though you should DIE
I still love you.
Track Name: Pluh
Tearin' down the road doin' ninety in my tiny little
Volkswagen on my way toget a tank of gas

I passed a cop with a radar gun waitin' for a
Sucka like me to drive by goin' way to fast

I saw the red and blue in my rear view
So I pulled slug bug over to the shoulder of the road

He looked me in the nose and said:
"Son, do you realize your tires are round?"
And I said:
"PLUH!"

YES, I SAID PLUH.

Walkin down the streets in my running shoes lookin' for a showstore
So that I can find myself parking spot

I bumped into a guy that was wearing nothing but his boxers
And a cap that said:
"I like tater tots."

He said somethin' in latin that I didn't understand
And I thought the worst until he pointed at my wrist

Then I saw that all he wanted was the time,
So I looked at my broken watch, and I said:
"PLUH!"

YES I SAID PLUUUUUUUUUUUHHHH!

If there ever was a word that you heard SO ABSURD
It could take the place of ANYTHING that you could say

Noun, verb, adverb, statement question
Daytime, night-time, anytime, anyone!

So remember the next time you forget
What you're sayin' in the middle of a sentence-
Don't strain your brain to remember the word,
Instead look 'em right in the nose and
Tell 'em that the answer is:
"PLUH!"

YES I SAID PLUHHHHHHHHHH!
Track Name: BEER!!!
I like beer cause it is good
I drink beer because I should
If there was a song to sing
I sing it and beer you bring

I drink beer when I am sad
Cuz the beer it makes me glad
There is nothing left to say
So let's go drink beer.

BEER IS GOOD! (x 3)
...AND STUFF!

BEER IS GOOD! (x 3)
Let's go drink some...

BEER! Beer... (x 6)

When it's warm it tastes real crappy
But cold beer will make me happy
When I throw up on the floor
I can go and drink some more

They say beer will make me done
It are go good with pizza
Now that we have drunk some beer
Let's go drive a car.
Track Name: Prozak Milkshake
I'm depressed
So I wrote this song
To express
Everything that's wrong

Like my Mother
Wouldn't let me go to a rated R
Cool movie
At the theater with my friends

And I know
That you may not think that it's a big deal
But you don't understand.
You would never understand.
You could never understand.
You will never understand.

Now I'm singing this melody
And I don't know the words
Cuz my life's just so pitiful
Like one big, smelly turd

I'm so fat
And I'm ugly
And I'm dumb
And I boring

I'm a loser and that's all that I'm ever gonna be
No use trying; I could never get anywhere

Die, die, BITCH, DIE!
(and stuff.)
Die, die, WHORE, DIE!
(At random.)
Die, die, SLUT, DIE!
(Who farted?)
Die, die, French FRY!
(I'm hungry.)
Track Name: Throwin' Down
Hey, I get it, you wanna run my life!
Why don't you stick an antenna up my ass
And make me your own satellite
You bitch.

Why the hell do you gotta make it so damn tough?
I could find a cure for cancer,but it wouldn't be enough

You seem to think that I'm a money tree
Since your only big concern is:
"How much will he spend on me?"
That's it!
I've had it!
I can't take anymore!
If you can't see that you're wrong,
I can show you to the door.

Tell me what do you want from me?
My body? My soul?
Is there any relief for me?
From you? Hell no.

I won't listen to you until your mouth is shut.
And we don't gotta throw down
Just 'cause the toilet seat's up.

I know that you suck
I know that you blow
I know that I'm fucked
I know that I can't say no.

You've got the nerve to tell me how to drive
When you've been in so many wrecks
It's amazing you're alive.

Plus you're hogging all the oxygen since all you do is talk
Give me one good reason not to make you get out here and walk.

NO, that doesn't mean I think you're overweight.
I tell you all the time,
"I think that you look great!"
But hey, does it matter with anything I say?
Since I'm always wrong (and didn't do the dishes yesterday)

I know that you suck
I know that you blow
I know that I'm fucked
Track Name: I Hate Doing Laundry
I HATE DOING LAUNDRY!
I HATE DOING LAUNDRY!
I HATE DOING LAUNDRY!

Awh crap I gotta do the dishes too.

I HATE DOING DISHES!
I HATE DOING DISHES!
I HATE DOING DISHES!
Track Name: Largiloquent Dithyramb
Dog Food
Tastes Good
With Cheese
Track Name: Orgasm = Love
I can feel you in my heart
even though we drift apart
And those words you spoke to me
though I always disagree

And I listen to the sound of your sweet voice
'cuz you won't shut up
Now I'm finished, let me call you a taxi

Woah yeah. Woah-oh.

I don't feel that I'm feeling your feelings
about these feeling that you feel
(woah romance)
And you know that I love you when we're FUCKIN'
'Cuz orgasm equals love

All my friends smile and they chuckle
at pictures of your bare moose knuckle
Please don't feel like you're a slut
When I'm peeing in your butt

And I love to donkey punch you
after I poop on your sheets
And I do it 'cause you love me and I love you
(awww)

Woah yeah. Woah some more.

I don't feel that I'm feeling your feelings
About these feelings that you feel
And I love you when you show me your sweet boobies
'Cuz orgasm equals love

I don't feel that I'm feeling your feelings
About these feelings that you feel

*Joshy quits the band*
Let's get married and have babies... just kidding!

Cuz orgasm equals love
Cuz erections equal love
Cuz ejaculation equals love
Cuz... (you don't wanna know)
Track Name: Good Morning
Wake Up!
Touch that snooze button, and I'll rip off your
...uh, EAR!
Yeah, that's it! You're EAR!

Wake Up!
"I don't wanna get up!"
I said Wake Up!
"I don't wanna get up"
Come on, Wake Up!
"I don't wanna get up!"
WAKE UP!
"I don't wanna get up!"

ROOOOOAAAAAAWWWWRRR!

You better get up!
You better get up!
You better get up before I starting singing you a...
SONG!
Track Name: In a Band to Get Chicks
Sick of being a loser
Turned down at every turn
Tired of being rejected
I'm the king of crash and burn.

What am I gonna do now?
I need a little plan...
WAIT! I bet they would want me...
With a microphone in hand.

Cause I'm sick of this rejection
Gotta get me some affection
If I wanna score, I gotta upgrade my image.

So I'll dub myself a singer
Give the rules a middle finger
Say I do it for the music,
NOT the Money.
Though that's true I know that...

All I want is chicks.
All HE wants is chicks.
All THEY want it chicks.

ALL WE WANT IS CHICKS! (x 5)

...chicks.
...boobs.
Yeah ALL WE WANT IS -
A little booty.

Look at me in the spotlight
Sweat glistens off my brow
Take my shirt off and show off
Time to flaunt my physique now

Look at the girls all screaming
With their faces turning red
Know that each look I give them
Makes them want to give me... heh heh

Well I know they'll like me better
Than that loser Eddie Vetter
Or James Hetfield cuz
I know I'm better looking

And I wish my crush from high school
Saw me now and feels like a fool
Cause I asked her out a hundred times
And she said, "NO!"
Her loss. Still I know...
Track Name: Fake My Own Death and Go Platinum
Well you see, I wanna sell a million records
But my music sucks, so what am I to do?

They say an artist is appreciated after he's dead
I have no talent, but I bet that it's still true.

The lyrics all suck and the chords are too funky
We're on a major label cuz we're just plain lucky

We sold 4 albums to our own mothers
we have a few supporters... (but there aren't many others)

What if I could live when they all would think I'm dead?
Oh just what if I could have me a cake, and eat it too?

I'd be set for life, no more struggles, no more strife
Let the money do the talking; I'm a dead man walking.

Kill myself, and all our record sales will shoot up
like an addict, or that poser Emineim

Make it mystery and let them spot me just like Elvis
It wouldn't matter, cause I'd still be dead to them

I'd simply sit back in a house all secluded
Out in the forest, self sufficient (pool included)

Let my name take the place of Fred Durst
I could have it all, if my label doesn't kill me first.
Track Name: ABCDEath
Guess.
Track Name: Jagermeister Love Song
I know I promised I'd write you a love song
But instead I just wrote you a drunk song
Because love is pathetic but 70 proof is no less
than pathetic

You look your best when my vision is blurry
That's not what I meant I can't keep from slurring
Because love is emetic but
not if you bought me a shot and I hit it

Drink 'till you're crazy
Dance 'till you're sick
Take off your bra

Give it to the stick

Drink 'till you're crazy
Dance 'till you're sick
Acknowledge the dumb
Give in to the stick

I can't see
Now I have to pee
and I can't count to three
but I can count to Jagermeister

Chug Chug Chug my Jagermeister!