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Dead
Asleep Wonder When she'll come to My Hip liquor party of mouths A finger-fan courtship The case of her bones are softer than loose meat A day on the belt so surely I'll get thin Then really rock Fingers fold up Movies close down Wild backstabs My only one is one well fassblack gun |
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| 2. |
| 3:43 |
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Hey Mr. Dancin'
My drink is on a short leash My mouth is a cold sore display case Here's a tip-you could take alot of abuse if you exchange your skin for leather All over town they've got these like messenger girls what ride around on innertubes Their asses are all scraped up Their eyes cold kick me off the bus y'all One honey donut and your lips are stuck to the seat You close the door on my machine girl you laugh a lot and run around I'm out of fun and stuck here Down Another tempting tail in the back The ghost of my mom is in the telephone Look at that blind evil Rapunzel taking care of the guy who beat her up Ooh I hope you call soon nothing's right I cab it to the bathtub Sugar and wine, a dozen sharks, and a bar of soap of course |
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| 2:39 |
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Hello
It's a long road You've got some ape-guy, eight-by-tens and I know what your thinking You've got to hustle for your muscle machine !Hey!I've got nine fingers on you The 10th/pro/get foxy/bottom bin dollar record A record player entitled "Biddy, I Gotta Bump" |
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| 4. |
| 4:52 |
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The fools are slow to leave
So the angels aren't scared anymore And while they don't quite rush in Well, well, well They move at a comfortable Clip and they may never leave Will she ever live? Down, down they all file down They all file Fools gold rush in Get up and go, dear I'm hard of heart Get up and bring me the heart of A sweet year old |
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| 5. |
| 3:44 |
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You looked bored but very fine after tea
Everyone moves too slow guaranteed Buried deep in snow Dear earthquakes come home Scare the piss out of the bedpans The things I like I care for Do you care what you're like? I'd trade a lock of hair for you to care what I Buried deep in snow Dear earthquakes come home Scared of Heaven is holding out for high scores Up where tears pour I look good completely bored to the teeth Everyone moves too slow guaranteed The things I like I care for Do you care what you're like? I'd trade a lock of hair for you to care what I The things I like I care for Do you care what you're like? Heaven is holding out for high scores Up where tears pour Heaven is holding out for high scores Up where tears pour down Heaven is holding out for high scores Up where tears pour down Heaven is holding out for high scores Up where tears pour down Heaven is holding out for high scores Hope your tears dry down the rope |
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| 3:05 |
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Get dressed, said the first cop to the major
"Who's in distress?" "Some damsel with a canceled subscription to an ambulance She climbed a tree on call and caught a branch mid-fall" Cheers The truth, it wears sharp clothes And so you cannot undress it Mmm, a kiss on the mouth instead "Who's in distress?" "Some damsel with a canceled subscription to an ambulance She climbed a tree on call and caught a branch mid-fall" Cheers The truth, it wears no clothes And ooh, you cannot forget Mmm, a little kiss on the mouth of a friend, to ya Boys, you've got a great house But it's got major holes, a heart-shaped Five years and I can't even seem to get to you Five years, it's a major to-do |
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| 4:05 |
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Say what? You move very fast
I saw you screaming at the top floor Big window crash, I'm deaf So what'd you have to do that for? Him? In giving it up You chew a little foil You can't return to us To us, to us You chew a little foil You can't return to what To what, to what, to what, to Giving it up and chewing on foil Have in common? Bags are packed and out back out Hold back the road that goes So that the others may do That you let me in just to Pour me down their mouths Hold back the road that goes So that the others may do That you let me in just to Pour me down their mouths Hold back the road that goes So that the others may do That you let me in just to Pour me down their mouths |
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| 8. |
| 5:33 |
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Happy birthday, baby, yeah
You make me feel blue Swollen eyes worth since you left Happy birthday, baby, yeah I love only you Swollen eyes worth since you left That's approval, a stamp of a knife with initials on rubber A doodle of some ancient mother fucking her son I predict by 3am the pill bottle top will have come undone Tongue kiss through the kitchen screen Tongue kiss through the kitchen screen By 3am the pill bottle top will have come undone She'll hand you one long-wind, short-sigh story that starts with the words, "There's no room Kentucky 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9" I guess you'll do just fine By 3am the pill bottle top had come undone She'll hand you one long-wind, short-sigh story That's untrue There is no room nine |
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| 9. |
| 4:46 |
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GRRROWWWLLLLL
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| 10. |
| 4:47 |
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Girl
You don't own me You don't own me You and only You do not You don't own me You don't own me You and only You do not Got you by who knows what Dumb patrol car blues Red eyes with no sense How to make you smile I'm barely born Too old for drugs but too young to know How to not get too high My head's a bomb, the life of a soldier You don't own me You don't own me You and only All must Could you drive the whole world, dear, over? I feel blind tonight Tell me what'd you do with the body, girl? Got you by who knows what Dumb patrol car blues Red eyes with no sense How to make you smile I'm barely born Too old for drugs but too young to know How to not get too high My head's a bomb, the life of a soldier |
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| 3:43 |
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When you walked into the room
There was voodoo in the vibes I was captured by your style But I could not catch your eyes Now, I stand here helplessly Hoping you'll get into me I am so into you I can't think of nothing else I am so into you I can't think of nothing else Thinking how it's gonna be Whenever I get you next to me It's gonna be good, don't you know From your head to your toe Me into you, you into me, me into you When you walked into the room There was voodoo in the vibes I was captured by your style But I could not catch your eyes Now, I stand here helplessly Hoping you'll get into me I am so into you I can't get to nothing else I am so into you, baby I can't get to nothing else, no, no, no, no Come on baby, I'm so into you Love all the things you do Listen baby, drivin' me crazy Love all the things you do |
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| 12. |
| 6:41 |
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Do you love him?
Who knows Why Got no time for bad black jokes You Goodbye Suitcase wrap around your dimestore clerk Your lunch pail won't hold two hips that size I'm sure Objecti-what, you say? Eyes for sneezing allergic cats away 220 mph M-I-S-S-I-MISUSE-YOU-CPR M-I-S-S-I-MISUSE-YOU-CPR Caste the state I'm spelled in your charge 3 cars/hard drugs/which street?/bang-retreat-pow/repeat?/RETREAT! Bang-pow Rrrrrrrrrrr: the sound of shitty radio It drags To the future I can't imagine a worst fate I think about it all the time I did some damage to the future can't imagine a worst fate I think about you all the time and it gets me down to the future I can't imagine a worst fate we did some damge on your truck and it drags me down I think about it everywhere |
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| 13. |
| 1:50 |
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I'm drown
Can't get to |
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