Still Puffin'

by Leche

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WOOHOO! We have been waiting for this Leche album to drop for YEARS! Finally it is here in full, a 31 track disco of hobo-riffic beer-slanging headbutt-worthy songs. These Leche kids are always up to something, and we're just glad to hear that their vital organs are still functioning after all this time!

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released April 26, 2014

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Track Name: A Journey
My name is Dogwood
and I come from Steiner Ranch,
where folks build long roofs
to keep out rain and sun

20 dollups more
Wakes up on the floor
Hops into his tonka truck
And drives out of the door

Toenail Jones is the name
And I'm never fucking sane
Writing on the walls
Chain smoking Pall Malls

Grandpapa Lurnch is a felon
Passed out under a highway
Barley 12 in the morning
Gotta find a pair of pants

Met down Quinland Park,
past a stream of stone
Drive until you hear
All the students moan

Walk through haunted hallway
where janitors reside
Open up the closet
We'll take you for a ride

Walk in see the drawer
marked up with red.
Open to discover
A loaf of moldy bread
My mother is a dead head
I can't get no lead
I wish that I was well fed

I'm dead.

I rest there with them.
Track Name: Borrego De Oro
Call the local witchdoctor family friend
In a rush so you don't know where to begin
Banging on the door screaming let me in
I need to know what happens to me in the end
Do I have what it takes to make all the big calls
Have I got a stack of trophies up on my wall

When the witchdoctor says boy mind your words
Don't you know that your thoughts are violent turds
Cause your mind secretes this nasty stink
And nobody wants to smell this crap you think
So you're out on the curb with your paragraph
While all the rich kids drive by and point and laugh

Oooh
You fucked up

Eat your tex-mex slop in the front window
Staring mouth hole open with an empty soul
Gonna join your friends in a six feet hole
Going down to a place where you just don't know
You wanna find a reason but theres nothing there
So you sit and pretend like you just don't care

Drown yourself in your seasick lies
As the life gets sucked from both your eyes
And you want to just curl up and die
Cause there's nothing left for you in your life
And you can't complain that nothings right
So you bury your kids and dog and wife

Oooh
You fucked up
Track Name: Djarum Black Jesus
Jesus put a djarum black in my mouth
We were heading down south

Feeling more dead than alive
Like the coke pusher on tool time

Wooden cross sticking out of our trunk
Klansmen can't stop lighting it like a drunk

Pulling pranks on Judas
Smoking all his Buddha
Bumper saying hot damn
I vote Jesus over Uncle Sam

Rolling past Woodward Drive
See Mohammed talking some jive

We pass him a blunt
We ain't no evangelical grunts

He sends his props to the chief on top
He don't stop

After all of the grass was chopped
We got stopped by a cop

To avoid the fine
We made water out of our wine

That red-bellied rat,
Sulphur smelling brat

Pulling pranks on Judas
Smoking all his Buddha
Bumper saying hot damn
I vote Jesus over Uncle Sam
Track Name: Without A Doubt
Waking up drunk in a dumpster out back
Whats wrong with that
Shooting cocaine into every vein
I hope I don't stay the same
Cause everybody thinks i'm lame
Everyone voices their opinions
At town hall

Have my sex in a bathroom stall
I don't know about yall
Having an affair with my secretary
Please be wary
Don't tell Larry
He works behind the desk
At town hall

Waking up fucked in a opium den
I don't know where i've been
Excuse me my friend can I borrow your pen
I'm getting directions
House hold elections
Everyone shows up to vote
At town hall

Think about things not thought about
Without a doubt
All my friends left to go celebrate
The fourth of july
I'm not sure why
The show they put on is really shit
At town hall
Track Name: Haircut Central
My ma grabbed me by the ear
She said boy listen here
When I felt the blades upon my skin
I truly knew this was the end

Why
Why you gotta do this to me

Haircut central
Death is imminent
My skateboard friends
Said they're not into it
I've lost my cred my girl
My everything
I feel the sting

My pa's got the clippers now
Got me wrangled like a cow
He says it'll keep me from looking queer
Like I never even drank a beer

Why
Why you gotta do this to me

Haircut central
Death is imminent
My skateboard friends
Said they're not into it
I've lost my cred my girl
My everything
I feel the sting
Of a lover scorned
Track Name: Consume Absorb Decay Repeat
Don't know whats wrong with me
I try to watch TV
But everythings assaulting me
I step outside
Just to grab a magazine
But the streets are packed
With all the nuclear families

Don't know what's wrong with me
My brain is fried
I can't write anything
These thoughts aren't mine
They're just the product of some cokehead's time
Brainwashing the population

Don't know whats wrong with me
My joints are stiff
I plunge straight through the scenery
My arms are full
With all the plastic packaging
The neon lights
Dragged me to insanity
Track Name: The Lament of Ted Nugget
No good woman,
Crown on her head,
Turn me to flesh.
Slapped me dead,
I gave my love
A golden head,
But with her
it didn't mesh.

Down the aisle of a Baptist church,
Wore a red tux and a golden watch
My head pumped full with psilocybin .
Clothes stretched tight all over my skin.

He felt like a million bucks,
That boy in a tux

I winked and said this will be life
But that cowgirl had a palm like a knife,
When I was asked to take my vow.
Sent me falling like the Dow.

No good woman,
Crown on her head,
Turn me to flesh.
Slapped me dead,
I gave my love
A golden head,
But with her
it didn't mesh.

Six shots later my arms were wide.
I had no gold to give to my bride.
My head was hanging in the gutter.
These last words I tried to utter...

Where has my cowgirl gone?
Were my riches really wrong?

I tried to stand beneath the light,
I guess our marriage was like a kite.
Once the wind died, I got the hiccups
My lukewarm beer kept lunging back up.

No good woman,
Crown on her head,
Turn me to flesh.
Slapped me dead,
I gave my love
A golden head,
But with her
it didn't mesh.
Track Name: Damn Kitchen
Lappin up liquor
Straight off the floor
Scrapin off your gunk
Got the compost funk
Before I have a day
That I'll get to pray
Keep my head bent down
Till I hear that sound
Sanatizer's done
And the steam's my sun
My brain is filled with snot
And I ain't got pot

Let me out your damn kitchen
Let me out your damn kitchen
Let me out this kitchen
And maybe I'll quit my bitching
Let me out this damn kitchen

Hands are shriveled up
As I rinse your cup
Ted's got the pills
And they ain't for thrills
Working Up till dawn
I'm a plastic pawn
For the kids to lose
In the couch no clues
The cows have their rights
But for mine I have to fight
They're drownin in the sink
And are gone in a blink

Let me out your damn kitchen
Let me out your damn kitchen
Let me out this kitchen
And maybe I'll quit my bitching
Let me out this damn kitchen

Susan finished lunch
And I had a hunch
She wouldn't leave a tip
So I took a dip
Into her purse
While she walked out and cursed
She turned around and saw
Hit me with her paw
I grabbed her by the hair
And tossed her in the air
And when she hit the floor
The blood began to pour

Let me out your damn kitchen
Let me out your damn kitchen
Let me out this kitchen
And maybe I'll quit my bitching
Let me out this damn kitchen

You bourgeoise
Won't let me be
I pay your tax
And pick up your slack

You bourgeoise
Won't let me be
I throw out your meat
I can't suck on your teet

You bourgeoise
Won't let me be
I'm busting my ass
Yet I can't smoke grass

You bourgeoise
Won't let me be
You can lock me up
But I dont give a fuck

Just let me out your damn kitchen
Track Name: R U GONNA B OK?
Are you gonna be okay?
Track Name: Ghost of the Past
Well it was down in East St. Louie
The night that Bennie walked the tracks
He had a bottle in his left hand
And a pistol in his right
The day his momma died
He told a lie to take a wife
Now he's caught up in the lights
Of a freight train taking flight

Ghost of the past

Bennie can't recall
Them Okie looks of his pa
But he stepped them same steps
From the steel mill to the bar
Every night he'd punch his card
And take a gal down to the bar
While his wife was stranded at home
Counting pennies from a jar
Fueled by the gas that drives
The husbands out of town
He went to East St. Louie
To rust and hide from momma's shame

Ghost of of of ofof of of of thepazt?
Track Name: I Didn't Really Give a Shit
Terry and I stepped out to the creek
With only one bottle from which to drink
My fishing pole was broke
As was my ass
I had no smoke
I had no grass
Didn't matter anyways
The fish was dead
The water stale
Pretty much everything had gone to hell
As I sat out on the dock and stared
I wondered if I cared
I didn't really give a shit
Before the meteorite hit
I popped the cork for one last time and thought
Man
Track Name: Another Sleep in the Laundry Room
Asleep in the laundry room
Cadavers in our home

It fell through ceiling
Aunt linda spilt her gin

Pa grabbed my brother
What demons have you spread?

My brother aimed a finger up
Your sins have come to stay

Mother screamed like a bat
As blood dripped from her pearls

Tonight we sleep in fear
The souls of slaves are here
So clutch your gun if you approach
They crawl the walls like a roach

Pa grabbed the shotgun
And down the hall we ran

Ma tried to strip her pearls
But Pa slapped down her hands

Sealed in the laundry room
We heard the violent screams

But we had an AC
With heat and an ice chest

He hit me in the face
When I asked him what was wrong

Tonight we sleep in fear
The souls of slaves are here
So clutch your gun if you approach
They crawl the walls like a roach

I don't want to talk about
Ancient history

You know that blood has run
In rivers through the corn

My brother was a standin
Black polish on his nails

Our fortune was founded on
Slaves with scars and tears

Now we make are fortune on
Slaves of everclear

Tonight we sleep in fear
The souls of slaves are here
So clutch your gun if you approach
They crawl the walls like a roach

Pa grabbed my brother
And threw him to the floor

He raised up a backhand
And all I saw was rings

My brother started laughing
At Pas bloody hands

The walls are caving in
Jimmys souls on a horse

He tried to suck the soul of Pa
But found an empty shell

"I kneel to shake the dust
From my head down to my toes"

He grabbed my brother by the neck
And pumped him like a loco

Tonight we sleep in fear
The souls of slaves are here
So clutch your gun if you approach
They crawl the walls like a roach

I opened up the closet
And took down all the sheets

I took them sheets and built a tent
Around the laundry room

Aunt Linda cackled as she poured
Another drink of gin

Ma stripped off her pearls
And dove into the pond

And though she fell asleep in there
The blood would not wash off

Tonight we sleep in fear
The souls of slaves are here
So clutch your gun if you approach
They crawl the walls like a roach

Aunt Linda spilt her gin
As I crawled on the floor
She cries and clutches at the dreams
She poured down her throat

Tonight we sleep in fear
The souls of slaves are here
So clutch your gun if you approach
They crawl the walls like a roach
Track Name: I Guess Thats What You Call Livin'
Woke up at 10 am
Feel like the day is just getting started

Top down
Right town
Tight sounds
Got crown

First one in and last one to leave
Sally always down at the 04 Lounge

Good God
Her lips
Her hips
Good grooves

Slick Rick passing down the juice
Teddy brought the cards and he aint gonna lose

Full house
Full house
Full house
Tight blouse

Sally came around - whispered in my ears
Never quite knew what she meant when said - ah -

Doot doot
Doot doot
I guess thats what you call living
Track Name: Skateboard USA
Scottie's got the board
And his pa's cigarettes
He's rollin east side
Kickflippin off the curb
He hits up his buds
And then they score some bud
They're rollin up blunts
And rollin straight to hell

Skateboard USA

Fallin on the concrete
Scottie grabs his head
Gravel in his brain
And he's reaching for his board
Old man Dan
Living down by the tracks
They meet up with him
And drink cheap merlot

Skateboard USA

Scotties home late
And blood's on his shirt
His grandmas got his bong
And she's reaching for a hammer
Scottie holds her down
And he asks her to drop
She hits him in the eye
And he flies out the door
Track Name: Still Puffin'
Sometimes you gotta wake up
Even when nobody wants you around
I'm ripping through a whole pack
At least nobodies keeping me down

I'm still puffin'
Mother fuckin'
And I'll be puffin' to my grave

I'm picking up a new score
A carton of slims from the corner store
When young punks try to help me cross the street
I say
I'll get there on my own two fuckin' feet

I'm still puffin'
Mother fuckin'
And I'll be puffin' to my grave
Track Name: Quintarius Jones
Quintarius Jones
Rollin em bones
Don't ya know you're gonna make your mom moan

Wranglin steers
Sluggin em beers
On the ranch ya couldn't spend another year

Ya Pa was a drunk
Ya wages stunk
Boss wouldn't let ya play that funk

So ya stole his car
Saw the bar
Drove so fast ya jammed the cops radar

Drank some brews
Ate some rouxs
Shooting the dice ya can't fucking lose

You're playing your plan
Beatin the clan
Honkeys thought they saw the devils hands

So they took ya back
Stole your sack
Held ya down and started swapping smacks

Quintarius Jones
Rollin em bones
Don't ya know you're gonna make your mom moan

But the wheel fell
Ya gave em hell
Grabbed a club and made their faces swell

You came back out
The woman shout
The men squirmin like mississippi trout

Took your club
Trashed the pub
Beat the whites and made em spew their grub

Blood on the walls
Challengers fall
Ya move so fast the cops couldn't hear their calls

Pocket the die
And lit the stye
Watching and laughing as the honkies fry

Quintarious Jones
Rollin em bones
Don't ya know you're gonna make your mom moan
Track Name: Dreams 2 Nightmares
My friends have been asking me
Why are you acting so strange
They cannot see how the winds have changed

I had a dream - went like this
Dumbo redneck called me names to my face
He said to me, "Hey there little lady"
And I was pissed
Rolled my hands into a fist
And I scowled 
He pointed to his mobile home with a smirk on his face
"What ya gonna do, make fun of my place?"
But no
Instead I swung at him with my baseball bat
His head was gone but he still wore his hat

I've had nightmares since then
Track Name: Namasteha
Namasteha
Lo chey ha
Doe sunto no se
Gamma che la

Namasteha
Geux sei ha
Li s'ento mo tay
Naga te sa

Namasteha
Lo chey ha
Doe sunto no se
Gamma che la

Namasteha
Geux sei ha
Li s'ento mo tay
Naga te sa

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Namasteha
Lo chey ha
Doe sunto no se
Gamma che la

Namasteha
Geux sei ha
Li cinto mo tay
Naga te sa

-

Namasteha
Lo chey ha
Doe sunto no se
Gamma che la

Namasteha
Geux sei ha
Li s'ento mo tay
Naga te sa

Namasteha
Lo chey ha
Doe sunto no se
Gamma che la

Namasteha
Geux sei ha
Li s'ento mo tay
Naga te sa
Track Name: Fucked
I'm in love with the guy who cuts my grass
Pinching 40 offa my dumb ass
Then he comes around for christmas asking for a gift I said
You shoulda known I aint got shit
I gave him 60 as a fucking tip
Though I paid his ass twice really just to be nice
Even though I can't afford my rent
Aint no reason for me to get bent
Guess I gotta spread the cheer though I only feel fear
And where the fucks the point in that
I don't wanna hang around and chat
Does it injure pride to know I probably lied
When I said that I was on your side
I really hope you get cracked and fried

My attitudes fucked
Guess I'm gonna die by the time I'm 25
Though I'd probably be bored alive
Or get scammed back to mortal time
So I'll spend my final days looking for a different way
Hoping maybe I can make a dime
Though I might as well just turn to crime
Can't provide for this life of mine
I try to look but there aint no signs
Nothing really seems to rhyme
Track Name: Please Hire Me
Mister you see I bought this mask
My smile I know is up for a task
Your desk I see can take up some space
My hands you know burn wet like the mace

But no you see I ain't that nervous
My pa I know drives the city bus
Your thoughts I see punch through your sockets
You're right you know no beer in my bucket

Please hire me
Please hire me
I have no cash
No monies
No nothing
I guess that you want me to die

Mister you see I ran out of quarters
I'm poor but I ain't no martyr
Plastic I see is big in business
For me you know its value is less

My hair you see is long and greasy
Don't lie I know you were a hippie
Lately I see you've slipped on the noose
It's silk you know and it will not come loose

Please hire me
Please hire me
I have no cash
No monies
No nothing
I guess that you want me to die

Please hire me
Please hire me
I have no cash
No monies
No nothing
I guess that you want me to die
Track Name: Broke As Hell
Christmas time again and I ain't got no presents underneath the tree
Everyone I tell always wonders what the hell is wrong with me
Oh can't you see
I'm broke as hell straight outta jail

Killed a man in 42 with a 45 cause he barked up the wrong tree
Drive my truck off a highway bridge going 95 cause the cops was chasing me
Oh can't you see
Drunk as a skunk don't give a fuck

Riding into Nashville on a pinto
Rolling with the garbage in the rank wind
Looking for a slim meal I ain't got much
Folks are standing outside candy floss shops
Stains on their flannel pockets empty
Young man a good meal is damn hard to find

Hitched a ride with a country gal we ate a can of beans she dropped me at Chevron
Robbed a man with a rusty blade grabbed the cash and coins and tossed them in the pond
Oh can't you see
Going to jail I'm dumb as hell

Young man a good meal is damn hard to find
Cops slapped the cuffs on Lower Broadway
Held a man down and fed him garbage
Quenched his thirst with a draft of piss warm beer
Wiped his chin clean with a waxed wrapper
Young man a good meal is damn hard to find
Track Name: Equal Pay
Equal Pay
That's the only way

Your shit lands upon our turf
Upon the waves of shit we surf
We crash upon the motorcade
Crying in our slop for equal pay

Equal Pay
That's the only way

Mouths are covered in your grease
We can't afford your vegan meats
Your B.O. leaks all through the streets
Why can't you give us freaks some equal pay

Equal Pay
That's the only way

Beat us up and kick us down
Smear our bodies on the ground
To pave the way for better days
Where we're kept far away from equal pay

Equal Pay
That's the only way
Track Name: I Wish You Were My Jackie Chan
I wish you were my Jackie Chan
Track Name: Gio Cut Billy Down
Black birds bopping on the power lines
Billy's watching them through the cracked window
Of his motel room behind the smoke/booze mart
With the neon sign that keeps him up every night
Solitaire spread on the musky wood
He smokes a cig, takes a swig and thinks of 74
When the Italians paid him to pop his gun
Them days are gone flicked away like a cigarette butt
New gangs are in town Billy's gonna get his
He's gonna die with his lips on that brown bottle

Gio's coming with a flask in his boot
Wrench in his waste
And he's gonna cut you
He's gonna cut you

Gio slugged tequila in Laredo Texas
Then at sixteen years he went and deuced the joint
His ma was working Wal-Mart and his pa in construction
They were drowning in copper pools of regret
Gio was bored he wanted fun, drugs and floozies
So he stole a blacktop and gunned it to Houston
Where he met young gangs in decrepit homes
In the bullseye of the suburban sprawl
Fat boy Juan gave Gio a blade with a shiny pearl handle
And said cut that old honkey

Gio's coming with a flask in his boot
Wrench in his waste
And he's gonna cut you
He's gonna you
Track Name: Taiperwood Falls and Longbeards Fall
Back home no one knows
of truths that drown in the sea.
They wait and hope their
husbands, fathers, sons
will return with emeralds.

Meanwhile in the Cutthroat Sea
fat Captain Longbeard
buoys for no one to see,
his beard spreads like oil,
black flooding the high surface
above drowning coins
never to be found.

Husbands, fathers and the sons...
Longbeard how could you ever
pay your debt?  Your debt in lives.
Track Name: To the Janitor's Closet
Tubbs was a janitor at the grade school
Kids saw his missing teeth and thought him a fool

Everyday he'd mop the cafeteria
They'd all scream give us change, will ya?

Tubbs would bring a finger to his chest
That was stamped with a blue star - football's best

"I have no change, this job pays no good, no more"
"But Tubbs we need it for the school store"

They'd pile on him like a pyre
Till he'd break and run, face burning like a fire...

To the janitor's closet
To the janitor's closet
Exploited by spoils
To the janitor's closet

Every night after the kids went home
Down haunted hallways, Tubbs would rome

Past walls with paper scenes of a farm
Past the water fountain that's always warm

To the door that was always open
Open, for folks like him, who never knew when

Kids started carrying hearts like dimes
So small, so short like unfinished rhymes

Twisting the knob, thinking of his kin
Smelling Clorox, he'd step in-

To the janitor's closet
To the janitor's closet
Exploited by spoils
To the janitor's closet

But one September night
Tubbs sat beneath the closet's lonely light

Trying to picture his son in college
Jotting down his earnings, Tubbs could judge

Unless there was a miracle from the lord
His boy's hands would stay busy, his mind bored

Tubbs couldn't smell the poison in the room
A gas leak - full in bloom

In the morning, Tubbs's corpse clutched a quarter
White men with black bags carried the stretcher...

To the janitor's closet
To the janitor's closet
Exploited by spoils
To the janitor's closet