I Love the Way He Touches His Computer

by Vulture Shit

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released May 15, 2012

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Vulture Shit Brooklyn, New York

Brooklyn band. Often loud.

Vox: Randy Vandal
Drums: Mike D.
Bass: Mike B.

Direct electronic mail messages to vultureshit@gmail.com.

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Track Name: Tube Tester
Met her at the clinic, she was gettin' her tubes tied
I said, "Hey baby, can I come inside?"
She said, "Yeah!" (Yeah!)
"Yeah!" (Yeah!)
"Yeah, you can come inside!" So I did

Took her back to my place and I gave her some white wine
I said, "Hey baby, can I cream it inside?"
She said, "Yeah!" (Yeah!)
"Yeah!" (Yeah!)
"Yeah, you can cream it inside!" So I did

Lemme be your
Wanna be your
Tube tester
Lemme be your
Wanna be your
Tube tester

So she took off her pants and I swallowed my pride
I said, "Hey baby, can I explode inside?"
She said, "Yeah!" (Yeah!)
"Yeah!" (Yeah!)
"Yeah, you can explode inside!" So I did

I wanna check those tubes out
Lemme check those tubes out
I wanna know if everything works down there
Yeah, lemme see, lemme see, does everything work?

Lemme be your
Wanna be your
Tube tester
Lemme be your
Wanna be your
Tube tester
Track Name: I Love the Way He Touches His Computer
Power on

I love the way he touches his computer
I love to watch the way he strokes his keys
I'd love it if he stroked my keyboard that way
I'd love if he went online on his knees

Navigate
Control alt delete
Put your finger on the button
Real life can't compete
Manipulate
Click scroll shout
Hard drive's overheating
Time is running out

I love the way he touches his computer
I love the way his hand moves on his mouse
I love the blue glare on his ergonomic chair
I love these bushes here outside his house

Monitor
Open application
Lay me down across the keys
Total supplication

Monitor
Don’t answer the phone
We don’t have much time left
I can see your daughter coming home

I love the way
I love the way
I love the way he touches his computer
I love the way
I love the way
I love the way he touches his computer
I love the way
I love the way
I love the way he touches his computer
I love the way
I love the way
I love the way you touch your computer

Control alt delete
Lay me down across the keys
Life is complete
Monitor
We're all alone
I love the way you touch
I wish someone would touch me
Track Name: Every Table Needs a Knife
Knock knock knock hi ma'am want some knives yes you do yes you do Oh hi ma'am I couldn't help but notice what a lovely little town you've got here such a lovely little town with your lovely little park in the summertime in the summertime do you have barbecues in the park of course you have barbecues you love America well when you're eating the meat how ya gonna cut the meat you're gonna need a knife

Cut through a tomato
Chop chop chop
Cut through an onion
Chop chop chop
Cut through a melon
Chop chop chop
Cut through a burger
Chop chop chop

Oh hi sir hi sir I've got a good deal for you today I've got a suitcase full of knives I've got all kinds of knives kitchen knives butcher knives paring knives this is triple-folded Japanese steel this shit'll cut through anything

Cut the tension
Chop chop chop
Cut the boredom
Chop chop chop
Cut through the loneliness
Chop chop chop
Cut me a deal

Chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop
Every table needs a knife
Every table needs a knife
Cut through your boring life
Every table needs a knife

Chop chop
Track Name: Whole Lotta Nothin'
FRANTIC FOOLISH GOING TO A PARTY JUMPING BOUNCING BASH YOUR HEAD TO DANCE MATING CRIES TONGUES CURSING LOUDLY PUKING SLIPPING TUMBLE DRY CRAWLING MATING ROACHES ON THE SWARM BUY IT FALL IN HOLLOWED HEADS ALL BOWING HUNG JURY CALL THE GUILLOTINE JUSTICE SERVICE FAST AND CLEAN TIME MARCHING WHAT A THRILL HOURS DWINDLE GET YOUR FILL YOU'RE NOTHING GOING DOWN AND IT'S PRETTY CLEAR TO SEE THAT THERE'S A WHOLE LOTTA NOTHING IN THIS MIGHTY JUNGLE MOUNDS OF BROKEN GLASS LOST LUSCIOUS LUSTY INDUSTRY WICKED MILQUETOASTS FORNICATING LOUDLY BUT IT FALL IN SAVE YOUR ASS AND IT'S PRETTY CLEAR TO SEE THAT THERE'S A WHOLE LOTTA NOTHING IN THIS TOWN PIGS SHOOING FLIES COP SWATTERS FRESH WATER NO MORE HIGH TIDES SMELL SULFUR METERS OF GRIME MISADVENTURE WE'RE ALL SWINE! WE'RE ALL SWINE! YOU'RE NOTHING GOING DOWN AND IT'S PRETTY CLEAR TO SEE THAT THERE'S A WHOLE LOTTA NOTHING IN THIS TOWN
Track Name: Area Dads
Area dads say, "Go to the ice cream truck, get me a Choco Taco"
Area dads say, "Respect your mother, you can't yell at her"
Area dads say, "Get off the TV, there’s football on"
Area dads say, "Go to your room" (No)

Go to your room
Go to your room
Go to your room
Go to your room
Go to your room

Area dads say, "You can't touch yourself like that in public"
Area dads have had it up to here with your bullshit
Area dads say, "Cut your hair, shave your face"
Area dads say, "Get a job" (No)

Get a job
Get a job
Get a job
Get a job
Get a job

Area dads say, "You gonna clean up that fucking mess in the basement? You know we’re only letting you live here out of the kindness of our hearts, you know it stresses out your mother that you don’t have a job, you don’t have a life, we know you’ve been smoking pot, you’re twenty-three years old, why’d we send you to college, just so you could come home and smoke pot in the basement? You know what? You know what?"
Area dads say, "Get out of my house" (No)

Get out of my house
Get out of my house
Get out of my house
Get out of my house
Get out of my house