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Pigs, they tend to wiggle when they walk
the infrastructure rots and the owners hate the jocks with their agents and their dates if the signatures are checked you'll just have to wait and we're counting up the instants that we save tired nation so depraved from the cheap seats see us wave to the camera it took a giant ramrod to raze the demon settlement but high-ho silver, ride high-ho silver, ride take another ride to see me home listen to me! i'm on the stereo stereo oh my baby baby baby baby babe gave me malaria hysteria what about the voice of geddy lee how did it get so high? i wonder if he speaks like an ordinary guy? (i know him and he does!) and you're my fact-checkin' cuz (Aww...) well focus on the quasar in the mist the kaiser has a cyst and i'm a blank want list the qualms you have and if they stick they will drown you in a crick in the neck of a woods that was populated by tired nation on the fly everybody knows advice that was give out for free lots of details to discern lots of details but high-ho silver ride high-ho silver ride takes another ride to make me oh, get off the air i'm on the stereo stereo oh my baby baby baby baby baby babe gave me malaria hysteria |
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| 3:28 |
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Blind date with the chancer
we had oysters and dry lancers when the check arrived we went dutch, dutch, dutch, dutch a redder shade of neck on a whiter shade of trash And this emory board is giving me a rash I'm flat out You're so beautiful to look at when you cry Freeze, don't move You've been chosen as an extra in the movie adaptation of the sequel to your life. A shady lane -- everybody wants one A shady lane -- everybody needs one Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god Oh my god, oh your god, oh his god, over god It's everybody's god, it's everybody's god, it's everybody's god, it's everybody's god The worlds collide, but all that we want is a shady lane Glance, don't stare Soon you're being told to recognize your heirs No, not me -- I'm an island of such great complexity Stress surrounds in the muddy peaceful center of this town Tell me off in the hotel lobby right in front of all the bellboys and the over-friendly concierge A shady lane -- everybody wants one A shady lane -- everybody needs one Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god Oh my god, oh your god, oh his god, oh her god It's everybody's god, it's everybody's god, it's everybody's god, it's everybody's god The worlds collide, but all that I want is a shady lane. |
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| 2:52 |
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Sherri, you smell different
Get up early in the bed -- for you morning comes so easy Spells have been cast and the urge has been lost Snipers posted bills -- as they should -- of our midnight vacation Back on the planet now -- I'm beginning to see just how Echelon your dreams and they'll come true Type slowly One of us is a cigar stand -- and one of us is a lovely blue incandescent guillotine The edge of creation is blurred and blushed Not a lot of room to grow inside this leather terrarium People of the bay -- it is excruciatingly gray Face the front when he comes for you Type slowly Cherish your memorized weakness Fashioned from a manifesto -- lady, I am no futurist I'm my only critic, I Trolls in the glen are consorting again The liberals say they don't exist but I know that they do Reinforce your literal ass -- hit it on the first or second pass Frozen images, respected few Type slowly |
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| 1:35 |
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Hey, you need an A for ef-fort
But I give you a B for delivery, my friend You are too late and I need to es-cape To my private apartment And my gross, gross television set It's new and it's current It's got blue and it's currant is hot special, special director's cut Just for you my friend of friends Blas-ted con-cept and my cherry area Is just a little scary to be around right now So keep away my friend Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, Watch that hand my friend You're in a sac-red environment You're in a sac-red environment, oh whoa I need to go I need to go I need to... |
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| 5. |
| 3:06 |
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increase mather told her dad yeah
"i roundly disagree with you you're vocal style's to preachy all the yokels mock your teaching." but cotton, he was just so oblivious to all their cutting pleas. soon the townfolk took to it, in every pew they looked to him for guidance just like eyeless lambs awaiting that ol' kabob stand the skeptics formed the nation's born they want to have it, cotton's dream but increase had them mounted and they burned on open fires so the word spread just like small pox in the sudan the gentry cried: "give it a day," x6 years and years have passed since the puritans invaded our soul just like those arab terrorists you'll never know. but today the gods can't make us quake, we see our lives as situations eyes are eyes and teeth are teeth, well mine are rotten underneath. i got two ways we can separate from the clan. if i could fly...i...could...fry. i hope you profited from this bulliten and it stabilized your land you're drenched, you're fired, (you gentrified?) your alzheim clan, but your father is another one of them i don't wanna mention him again, cause i talked to him last night, he hates my guts we had a fight. and he called you a slut girl, why's that? what did you do to him to make him think...? |
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| 2:40 |
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donnybrook between two gangsters and a bunch of merry pranksters.
two against a .22, well who d'ya think is gonna win that...fight. fight? ten ta one it's the gangsters, those pranksters they can't even fight! gangsters like their knuckles bloody pranksters spike the drinks of their buddies gangsters treat their ladies right and pranksters curse their chick-less plight (aw man, there's no dames) I'VE GOT ALL THIS HARVARD LSD WHY WON'T ANYONE FUCK ME ?!? |
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| 1:32 |
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greaayayayayt, great seekers of violence go away.
oh greaayayayayat, great seekers of violence go away. are you a cheater in love with you ___ish i know too well the company you keep. 'cause the proof's in the pudding, you never should pray unless you believe. oh greaayayayayat, great seekers of violence go away. 'cause you're the greayayayayt, great seekers of violence go away. well i would like to sag along to saganaw with a canvas duffel bag under my arm. cause the country songs blessed me with influence and power and truth. oh..............ay........... |
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| 8. |
| 3:33 |
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everyone is carrying on in this house
afraid to live there? i can't even watch the things you do and the people you know. a groovy scene in australia, i will move; take my surfboard maybe i'll groove noise addicts and other folks, oh yeah! our hearts were blanketed with it all, and then i took off the blanket and saw the petty shawl you bought for me you're gorgeous; i'm pretty handsome too? we make a pair, me and you me and you forever...on and on and on and on me and you forever on and on. |
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