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Snipping, snipping, snipping goes the scissor man
Putting end to evil doers games Snipping, snipping, snipping goes the scissor man Maybe you are in his book of names Maybe you are in his book of names So be kind and helpful to your mother Just think twice before you try and steal When he cuts with sticky silver snippers You may find the wounds will never heal All self made bad boys If you refuse to believe he exist You won't be frightened when you find out You're on his list You're on his list You're on his list So be good and never poison people Just think twice before the deed is done When you wake up guilty in the morning You may find important pieces gone |
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| 6:25 |
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Suffocated by mirrors, stained by dreams
Her honey belly pulls the seams Curves are still upon the hinge Pale zeros tinge the tiger skin Moist as grass, ripe and heavy as the night The sponge is full, well out of sight All around the conversations Icing on the warm flesh cake Light creeps through her secret tunnels Sucked into the open spaces Burning out in sudden flashes Draining blood from well-fed faces Desires form in subtle whispers Flex the muscles in denial Up and down its pristine cage So the music, so the trial Vows of sacrifice, headless chickens Dance in circles, they the blessed Man and wife, undressed by all Their grafted trunks in heat possessed Even as the soft skins tingle They mingle with the homeless mother Who loves the day but lives another That once was hers The worried father, long lost lover Brushes ashes with his broom Rehearses jokes to fly and hover Bursting over the bride and groom And the talk goes on Memories crash on tireless waves The lifeguards whom the winter saves Silence falls the guillotine All the doors are shut Nervous hands grip tight the knife In the darkness, till the cake is cut Passed around, in little pieces The body and the flesh The family and the fishing-net And another in the mesh The body and the flesh |
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| 3:12 |
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Amos Moses was a Cajun.
And lived by himself in the swamp Hunting alligator for a living. Knock 'em on the head with a stump The Louisiana law's gonna get you, Amos It ain't legal hunting alligator down in the swamp, boy Now everybody blamed his old man for raising him mean as a snake When Amos Moses was a boy, his Daddy would use him as alligator bait Tie a rope around his waist, throw him in the swamp Alligator bait on the Louisiana bayou Just about 45 minutes southeast of Tipidow, Louisiana There lived a man called Duck Bill Sam and his pretty wife Hannah They raised up a son that could eat up his weight in groceries Named him after a man of the cloth. They called him Amos Moses Now folks in South Louisiana said Amos was a helluva man He could trap the biggest, meanest alligator. He only had to use one hand That's all he got left 'cause the alligator bit him. Ha ha! Left arm gone clean up to the elbow Just about 45 minutes southeast of Tipidow, Louisiana There lived a man called Duck Bill Sam and his pretty wife Hannah They raised up a son that could eat up his weight in groceries Named him after a man of the cloth. They called him Amos Moses Here comes Amos And you should have seen his pretty wife, Hannah Well, the Sheriff got wind that Amos was in the swamp hunting alligator skin So he hid in the swamp, "I'm gonna get you boy." He never did come out again. Well, I wonder where the Louisiana Sheriff went to? Sure can get lost in the Louisiana bayou (3X) |
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Too many puppies are being shot in the dark.
Too many puppies are trained not to bark. At the sight of blood that must be spilled so that we may maintain Our oil fields. Too many puppies. Too many puppies. Too many puppies are taught to heal. Too many puppies are trained to kill. On the command of men wearing money belts that buy mistresses Sleek animal pelts. Too many puppies. Too many puppies. Too many puppies. Too many puppies. Skinny was born in a bathtub And he grew so incredibly thin Even the tide from the eyedropper sucked him in Skinny never knew any questions Skinny never looked alike Skinny sold somethin' every single night Skinny sold a soldier to me Skinny sold the wife Skinny sold a suction cup and a knife Skinny found a hello dolly record in the house. Sold it to a truck driver in the night. Too many puppies with guns in their hands. Too many puppies in foreign lands. Are dressed up sharp in suits of green and placed upon the war machine. Too many puppies are just like me. Too many puppies are afraid to see. The visions of the past brought to life again, Too many puppies, too many dead men. |
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| 6:47 |
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Messenger of Fear in sight
Dark deception kills the light Hybrid children watch the sea Pray for Father, roaming free fearless Wretch insanity He watches lurking beneath the sea great Old One forbidden site He searches Hunter of the Shadows is rising immortal in madness You dwell Crawling Chaos, underground cult has summoned, twisted sound Out from ruins once possessed fallen city, living death fearless Wretch insanity He watches lurking beneath the sea timeless sleep has been upset He awakens Hunter of the Shadows is rising immortal in madness You dwell Not dead which eternal lie stranger eons Death may die drain you of your sanity face The Thing That Should Not Be fearless Wretch insanity He watches lurking beneath the sea timeless sleep has been upset He awakens Hunter of the Shadows is rising immortal in madness You dwell |
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Said Tommy the Cat as he reeled back to clear whatever foreign matter may have nestled its way into his mighty throat. Many a fat alley rat had met its demise while staring point blank down the cavernous barrel of this awesome prowling machine. Truly a wonder of nature this urban predator. Tommy the cat had many a story to tell, But it was a rare occasion such as this that he did. She came slidin' down the alleyway like butter drippin' off a hot biscuit. The aroma, the mean scent, was enough to arouse suspicion in even the oldest of Tigers that hung around the hot spot in those days. The sight was beyond belief. Many a head snapped for double - even triple - takes as this vivacious feline made her her way into the delta of the alleyway where the most virile of the young tabbys were known to hang out. They hung in droves. Such a multitude of masculinity could only be found in one place... And that was O'malley's Alley. The air was thick with cat calls (no pun intended), But not even a muscle in her neck did twitch as she sauntered up into the heart of the alleyway. She knew what she wanted. She was lookin' for that stud bull, the he cat. And that was me. Tommy the Cat is my name and I say unto thee... Say baby do you wanna lay down with me Say baby do you wanna lay down by my side Ah baby do you wanna lay down with me Say baby?...Say baby |
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Glad you came, glad you're here.
Have some champagne, imported beer. Dig down in your dirt bag and roll us out a spleef. Been erect here now for thirteen days and I came to get relief at Bob's Party Time. Pack my nose with cocaine feed my filthy hole. Bust out the dancin' women I'm prone to lose control. And if by chance I fall down and bust my head on the floor, just wrap my wound in a porterhouse steak and point me towards the shore. At Bob's Party Time. |
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