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Blaseball, where to begin?
I mourned our hotdog and I bet yet again
Good game, King Tot with the save
My spite grew for the hellmouths in spades, below

My game, peanuts and shame
T-Cash rising as a phoenix aflame
She's gay, four stars on display
When she proves it, we will have quite a day, I hope

Jaylen's alight! (fuck fuck fuck fuck) She's really on fire! (fuck fuck fuck fuck)
Jaylen's gone away...
She sacrificed herself so we could play
Just please win one more game

Townsend, the loser loves bread
Most Garages just wish he was dead
Ted-dy, blaseball daddy, all the hard rockers
Never falling asleep, oh nooo

My game, peanuts and shame
Malik thinks all of the monarchs are lame
He prays, hopes for a gunblade
"Death to Kings" but not King Tot he's OK, I know

Jaylen's alight! (fuck fuck fuck fuck) She's really on fire! (fuck fuck fuck fuck)
Jaylen's gone away...
She sacrificed herself so we could play
Just please win one more game

Just please win one more game, oh oh

Oh please win one more game...

"we've just gotta make it to the playoffs"

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from we are the garages (vol 1), released August 7, 2020
track by yana (@VillainousGoo)

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we are the garages, an anarcho-syndicalist blaseball band from the fictional location of seattle. we make songs about being gay, the apocalypse, and fighting the gods. ... more

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