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| 4:58 | 
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Lips growing for service
Eyes steady for peeling Bring on the special guest A monkey caught stealing Standard rewards in corners Is full-board in new quarters Kneeling for pleasure Ensures a good time I remember, I remember Making the body search I remember, I remember Making the body search Someone is taking you Someone has taken me TV doesn't understand A word that matters Scattering desires to Smouldering fires Someone has taken you Someone is taking me I remember, I remember Making the body search I remember, I remember Making the body search I remember Making the body search That is was nothing But enough for ahead I remember Making the body search That is was nothing But enough for ahead |
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| 2. |
| 4:09 |
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Natural splits sunburn jets price marks smart bets
Strikers luck pitch backs heap tips pit slacks Dressed pints demon shrinks bread drunk dead drinks Stretch clubs models box draw skin black shocks Money spines paper lung kidney bingos organ fun Flag stunt rock stone dole axe crash dive Breathe thrift take speed double take weekends Skull row drugs hall colour bars sex calls Sparkle finds rented rings pretty things clipped wings Gold street spy fleet scandal food poor treat Fire run club gun rule mob burn some Bomb time pop crime stock frame steady climb Fresh name donor game fair meat all the same |
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| 3. |
| 4:45 |
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It looks serious
Is that a paper I see in your hand? Then a pause for a German phrase "Nie weider nie weider, nie weider nie weider" Never again, none of your lip Y'tulip, Y'tulip, y'pea brained earwig Y'punk, y'silver tongued shnake I'd rather make furniture than go to midnight mass Y'tulip, y'pea brained earwig Y'punk, y'silver tongued snake He's a genius in research, I simply fell in love, I've got your ZIP code? Over there U.S.A., green turbaned angels annex the right bank Baby, in a shambolic sideshow they abandoned the baby The baby trained, baby returns, baby kills Mary and Joseph Talk about laughing, I might have defeated cancer or so they say Electrocuted, I was transformed into a foot soldier of the good general Passionate for knights in the heart of ancient Persia Fearless to go forth, fearless to adapt then blow to pieces Please send your god my very best wishes Does he still sing? Does he still fish? Does he still help you on your days off? Don't stopping that dripping, I prefer the old tortures It's only when you stop that I feel it When you lose the ship, it's like losing a part of you I have a sense of my exposure, it's all on the neg. I try to use 2 instead of 3, ah, but I have secrets And there's a story in me, it starts Dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot |
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| 4. |
| 4:14 |
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No switch in this dark, but you search anyway
This is the night, here in the day One thing remains perfectly clear It's the buzz buzz buzz in the drum of the ear Zee zee zee, zum zum Buzz buzz, buzz buzz in the eardrum Now you live in the world of the wave And you scratch your name on the walls of the cave Instincts never leave you perfectly clear There's always a buzz buzz buzz in the drum of the ear Zee zee zee, zum zum Buzz buzz, buzz buzz in the eardrum Marco Polo has lost his way The Louisville Lip has nothing to say One thing remains perfectly clear The buzz buzz buzz in the drum of the ear Zee zee zee, zum zum Buzz buzz, buzz buzz in the eardrum Custard Jack has lost his Mac Captain Flash won't give it back It seemed to them both perfectly clear The buzz buzz buzz in the drum of the ear Buffalo Bill, deprived of will Chasing a hamburger down the hill It seemed to him perfectly clear The buzz buzz buzz in the drum of the ear Zee zee zee, zum zum Buzz buzz, buzz buzz in the eardrum Adolf turned out very nice Hannibal is afraid of mice One thing remains perfectly clear It's the buzz buzz buzz in the drum of the ear Zee zee zee, zum zum Buzz buzz, buzz buzz in the eardrum |
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| 5. |
| 5:03 |
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Are you level? How's your trim?
Do you rotate, eddy, or spin? Are you game? What's your trick? Do you vibrate, bounce, or tick? What's your cut? Are you correct? Do you detour, bend, or stretch? We're milling through the grinder, grinding through the mill If this is not an exercise, could it be a drill? How's it with you? What's your form? Your outline, shape, or form How's your price? What do you cost? Your value, profit, or loss How's your skull? Does it fit? Is your mind free, empty, or split? Drill drill drill Dugga dugga dugga |
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| 6. |
| 4:11 |
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Chain link route ways
Digital time base New hours for these days New files engaged Strangeness detectors Collage charmers Magnetic behavior Quarks and order When it's cold I feel cold When it's hot I feel ambitious Fit for a princess Hot on the heels of an angel Are you hot? Are you hot? Are you hot? Are you hot? Are you hot? Are you hot? I feel ambitious The ideal copy is the same The ideal copy has your name When you can't, it makes you can When you aren't, it makes you am The ideal copy is what you want When you won't, it makes you will The ideal copy makes you happy The ideal copy CIA KGB PLO IRA IMF PPK SAS RUC ICI ITT H2O 12XU DDR NYC F1-11 007 VOU JFK S and M ECG |
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| 7. |
| 3:25 |
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With colour in your life there's a reason to explode
To set the world on fire To skid and leave the road In a black and white life there's a column of smoke You don't burst into flame, you stop When you're broke In vitrio in vivo The revolution's begun In vitrio in vivo In a star-filled world the full moon crosses the sun Four minutes up Two million's gone And bang: he invades The son of a gun, the son Of a gun The chemical defeater saved the elephant's life A wild type junk genie With a car-bra heaven wide And bang, he invades The son of a gun, the son Of a gun |
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| 8. |
| 4:56 |
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The island monkeys love the dark
No one is home, they're thin-skinned sharks Hue exchanging gives sea-leg walks No one is home, the chemicals talk Load up the spoiled goods Hook up the spoiled gods Fill up the kindness cups Drink up the finest drops Feeding frenzy, sleepless attacks No one is home, power attracts Death on a raft, life in a whale No one is home to finish the tale Paint it red, light it in blue No one is home over at the zoo Lashing together, a timbre design No one is home, no one is blind The last boat launched, cling to the rail No one is home, they're in full sail Forging chains, caught on the tracks No one is home and they're not coming back The island monkeys love the dark No one is home, they've gone for a walk The island monkeys love the dark No one is home, the chemicals talk |
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| 9. |
| 4:29 |
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A grand mute proof at Nemrt Dag
That man's as mad as a hatter How does it feel when it's revealed? You've reached the living end Master cut the stone out My name is Lubert Das Abandoned now as the grass grows out Of the head and groin of the dome How does it feel with one turn of the wheel? You reach the living end Master cut the stone out My name is Lubert Das A far-u ranch at Ufra Charin Fish ponds and a madman's honey How does it feel, is it hard to conceal? When you reach the living end |
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| 10. |
| 5:27 |
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Something snapped, over and over
Something snapped, over the horizon Something burst, over and over Something burst, just out of sight Like a rope on the border, over and over Like a damn on the boundary, just out of sight Over and over, just below the skyline Over and over, just out of sight Something broke, over and over Something broke, over the way Something dropped, over and over Something dropped, just out of sight Over and over, just below the skyline Over and over, just out of sight Over and under, under the sideline Over and under, just out of sight |
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| 11. |
| 4:51 |
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You have nothing to fear
I'm just making enquiries Dog bone hunting Gives you back to yourself Standing before me The gargoyle turns Jutting jaws and The stubble burns I shift the blame To the worm in the bottle I shift the blame To anyone standing before me I check-up the once over Give yourself an opening Keep your mouth shut In the event of an accident Contact the following A certain air An invading smile Inbreeding seals the flaw Silk skin paws Hang by both feet Embracing the world Hang the expense Breugels cut corners Wring out the senses I have nothing like it I've seen nothing like it |
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| 12. |
| 4:03 |
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Painted statues in underground streams
With invitations to the Pharaoh's dream They stare at themselves, there's a need to be seen Walking mirrors in the Pharaoh's harem And here they come The queen of Ur And the king of Um Tainted Matthews in car-key relations Gilt invitations to the blue queen's ball They stare at themselves, there's a need to be seen Talking pillars in the blue queen's hall Fading tattoos of empty stations Great expectations at Vince's loyal mince They stare at each other, there's a need to be seen Crack-head mirrors, licking the soiled mint Olympic statues from terminal stations Sifting invitations to the market floor Steering into the future, it pays to be seen Polishing mirrors, keeping the score A babbling gaggle, a scrabbling rabble Fighting invitations to the emperor's shilling They stare through themselves, there's nothing to see Hand-picked recruits for ghostly pursuit |
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| 13. |
| 7:25 |
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His father's smile
And the sparkle in his eye In the house not home, behind closed doors They hide their fakes, between the floors In the house not home, under the bed Stories are told, and lies are spread The house not home is full of love It's the hate which seeps in from above I'm going to torch it Torch it down I'm going to torch it With you on the top In the house not home, they gild their flaws Preen their feathers, and sheath their claws In the house not home, eyes are closed Blood runs hot, whilst hell hath froze In the house not home, me-me prayers The wailing wall of cheap despair In the house not home, the long house turns Shit to gold, the tall house burns In the house not home, dreams are trained Innocence, hope, lost mysteries explained I'm going to torch it I'm going to torch it I'm going to torch it with you on the top I'm going to torch it I'm going to torch it I'm going to torch it with you on the top Goodbye In the house not home There are four blanks Your ignorance was unusable Your thoughtlessness was not I'm going to torch it I'm going to torch it I'm going to torch it with you on the top I'm going to torch it I'm going to torch it I'm going to torch it I'm going to torch it with you on the top We sing our cheap despair as our secrets are sold The spirit is broken, I'm gonna torch you down The spirit is not broken, I'm gonna raise it up from the ground |
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| 3:04 | 
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| 3:24 |
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| 5:59 |
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