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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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Blind date with the chancer, we had oysters and dry lancers
And the check, when it arrived, we went dutch, dutch, dutch, dutch A redder shade of neck on a whiter shade of trash And this emery 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, 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 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 Distress 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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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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You better find your way out, you better learn how to run
You better walk away, and leave the angles for the shills Well I've been thinking for days about the means and the ways that I could hate all I touch I know you're my lady but I could trickle, I could flood A voice coach taught me to sing, he couldn't teach me to love All the above Easy talkin' border blockin' transport is arranged Praise the grammar police, set me up with your niece Walk to Baltimore, and keep the language off the street Well I'm of several minds, I am the worst of my kind I wanna cremate the crutch I know you're my lady but phone calls could corrupt the morning I heed the surgeon's warning -- pillars of eights I swung my fiery sword, I vent my spleen at the lord He is abstract and bored -- too much milk and honey Well I'll waltz through the wilderness with nothing but a compass and a canteen Settin' the scenes Easy walkin' border blockin' transport is arranged |
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| 6. |
| 2:37 |
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The actress is always breaking things
the things you made and she took you for And I'm so tired -- I'd be lying -- I hope the prarie buys you more The fitness coast is growing near the shores they don't stay blond this year That's why the marble lawns stay clear and warm in time I want to stay but my time is wasting The magic lands call my name They want to fire a missle launcher But I know I need to stay We all know that by staying here it'll be a good high this year So what's the use to staying there if you've got no use for time The fitness coast is growing near the shores they don't stay blond all year the continent moves with growing fears It's all for expensive lawn I want to stay but my time is wasting The magic lawns call my name I want to fire a missle launcher But I know I need to stay I know I need to stay (and fight the day.) I know I need to stay (and fight the day.) I know I need to stay (and fight the day.) I know I need to stay (and fight the day.) |
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| 3:21 |
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Embrace the senile genius
Watch him reinvent the wheel I don't need your summary acts, summary acts to give into the narrative age Old to begin -- I will set you back, set you back, set you Old to begin -- I will set you back, set you back, set you We get to feeling like a fixture Set in 1966 -- time came that we drifted apart Drifted apart to find an identical twin Old to begin -- I will set you back, set you back, set you Old to begin -- I will set you back, set you back, fella Searching for latent cause -- blame it on menopause Or perhaps stress and strain -- credit cards, lumbar pain But I've seen your double dares everything extraordinaire I know the things you do are gonna come back |
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| 8. |
| 5:18 |
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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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| 9. |
| 3:50 |
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Old intuition -- on your dock we're fishin'
Come on now, give us a grade A for effort, and a B for delivery C for devotion when the world starts encroaching on your plans Where is the savoir, where is the savoir -- he's not here right now Where is the savoir, where is the savoir-faire? Embassy row -- the fumes they lay low On lanes that are wide -- where the limousines glide On the wrought-iron gates and the bone china plates And don't forget your manners where the anthems play In a netherworld of foreign feeds In a netherworld of foreign feeds In a netherworld of foreign feeds I'm gonna take the crown, I'm gonna take the crown I'm gonna take the crown, I'm gonna take a crown Maids, they are frisked -- and asses are kissed I needed a visa -- I bought off a geezer Political favors could make you a savior In an open corner where the news is late In a netherworld of foreign feeds In a netherworld of foreign feeds In a netherworld of foreign feeds I'm gonna take the crown, I'm gonna take the crown I'm gonna take a crown, I'm gonna take a crown I need to get born, I need to get dead I'm sick of the forms, I'm sick of being misread By men in dashikis and their lefist weeklies Colonized wrath -- their shining new path The converted castle of moorish design If you want to stay the weekend, well, we wouldn't mind The plots they are hatching, the surface is scratching In an open corner where the news is late In a netherland of foreign beads In a netherland of foreign beads In a netherland of foreign beads I'm gonna take you down, I'm gonna take the crown I'm gonna take the crown, I'm gonna take the crown I'm gonna take the crown, I'm gonna take the crown I'm gonna take the crown, I'm gonna take the crown |
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A welcome to my friends:
This house is a home and a home's where I belong Where the feelings are warm and the foundations are strong If my soul has a shape, well, then it is an ellipse And this slap is a gift 'Cause your cheeks have lost their lustre You know, your cheeks have lost their lustre You know, your cheeks have lost their lustre You know, your cheeks have lost their lustre, lustre, lustre, lustre Take it back -- send return out of time Tape machine needs to be aligned Aloha means goodbye, and also hello -- it's in how you inflect Put the bark in the dog, and you've got a guardian When the capital's S, it is followed by a T -- and it's probably me And the tones are grouped in clusters You know, the tones are grouped in clusters Well the tones are grouped in clusters You know the tones are grouped in clusters, clusters, clusters, clusters Take it back -- kiss me into the past Lately never gonna last |
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Out beyond the call of duty --
hold your instincts hostage and stick near me Let's drink a toast -- it's the most I can stand to cry about The mental energy you wasted on this wedding invitation Let's thank the host -- you've been such a perfect host The roast was just so perfectly prepared Now I know you care -- now I know you care We are underused We are underused Simply put, I want to grow old -- dying does not meet my expectations Let's drink a toast to all those who arrived alive to tell About their struggles in hushed tones around a fire It's late winter -- let's sink the ship, mix our blood, just the tip A crip is sleeping on the basement stairs Oh, I know he's there -- oh, I know he's there We are underused We are underused, yeah (We are underused.) (We are underused.) (We are underused.) (We are underused.) We are under, under, under, under, underused! (We are underused.) We are under, under, under, under, underused! (We are underused.) |
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| 3:50 |
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You know you've got it all wrong -- there's no other way to find it
You know you gotta be strong -- and I really hope you plan to buy it 'Cause that's the way to Passat, babe And that's the car to his soul He will bring you all the millions in gold, child -- if you will only let him have his role Everybody wishes you'd gone -- I've got no time to find it And the dealer with the jingly song will never match my price reduction 'Cause that's the way to Passat, babe And that's the car to his soul He will bring you all the millions in gold if you will only let him have his role Yeah, you gotta be strong -- there's no other way to fund it All the plantings are young and able -- and I hope you find a way to buy it 'Cause that's the way to his heart, babe And that's the way to his soul You got to give him millions in gold, child -- before I go the way of the sold And that's the way to his heart, babe And that's the way to his soul You've got to give him millions in gold, child -- before I go the way of the sold |
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| 3:06 |
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I heard what you said -- the leaders are dead
They're robbing the skies -- I can hear their followers cry: Ah -ooh -- starlings in the slipstream Ah -ooh -- starlings in the slipstream Ah -ooh -- starlings in the slipstream Ah -ooh -- starlings in the slipstream The language of influence is cluttered with hard hard C's And I put a spy-cam in a sorority Ah-ooh -- darlings on the split-screen Ah-ooh -- darlings on the split-screen Ah-ooh -- darlings on the split-screen Ah-ooh -- darlings on the split-screen Ah-ooh There's no women in Alaska There's no Creoles in Vermont There's no coast of Nebraska My mother, I forgot Slavic princess with a rose in her teeth Do you suppose she would bite you if she could? Insane cobra split the wood Trader of the lowland breed Call a jittney, drive away In the slipstream we will stay Stay away, away, away, away, away, away, away, away, away |
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| 5:23 |
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Open call for prison architects
Send me your blueprints ASAP Stack the walls such that I cannot breathe Man is breedin' forever, because of the weather I hope soon to leave from the east No more absolutes, no more absolutes Stick your penitentiary clothes inside the vent and run along, Leigh Amateur seasalt gatherers colonized They're good enough for Conrad Hilton, not good enough for my eyes I trust you will tell me if I am making a fool of myself Man is breedin' forever, breedin' forever, they come out and blister the sea, oh yeah |
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| 7:00 |
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Deviances anticipated
Triple-X or at least R-rated San Tropez, the middle of May There's no tan lines tonight No tan lines tonight, But trench it, rev it It's time to share spit In the sauna, we'll become close With ya, oh yeah! Princess with a cold killer instinct Winked at me from across the ice rink Pleather uppers soft for the spins But she gives it away without a rest Language buried her in the motherland Language barrier in the Pathan grain Yeah, oh yeah! You will be my candy striper Junior Leaguer, bedpan wiper Convalescent enema essence I live to be gray, I live to be gray! |
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| 4:14 |
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| 4:09 |
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| 21. |
| 2:47 |
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| 22. |
| 3:54 |
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| 23. |
| 3:25 |
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harness your hopes
Harness your hopes on just one person because you know a harness was only made for one Don't telegraph your passes You'll end up with molasses cauterized in syrup And syrup and molasses And I'm checking out the asses The assets that attract us To anything that moves We're deep inside the grooves And it's time to shake the rations cause someone's gonna cash in The plot it turns again The reference starts at ten Well show me A word that rhymes with Pavement And I won't kill your parents And roast them on a spit And a-don't you try to etch it Or permanently sketch it Or your gonna catch a bad bad cold And the freaks have stormed the white house I moved into a lighthouse It's on a scenic quay It's oh so far away Far away from the beginning The shroud is made of linen The yearling took the purse The goth kid has a hearse Heart-breaking Earth-quaking Kiwis they are home baking Minds wide open truly Leisure A leisure suit is nothing It's nothing to be proud of In this late century And I'm asking you to hold me Just like the morning paper Pinched between your pointer Your index and your thumb It's a semi-automatic Believers are ecstatic You see the way they cling The cold metallic sting And I'm living in a coma For Donna de Varona The harness made of hopes The lovers on the ropes Nun is to church As the parrot is to perch And my Heart's Wide open Truly |
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| 3:17 |
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Roll With The Wind
Many are the men who get lost around the bend Solitary rejects with a need to spawn Well the hell you are a-raisin' The skirts you are a-chasin' Gonna send the letter bomb back to you Roll! Roll with the wind! Roll! Roll with the wind! ? theres always equation For what you are made up of what you're gonna be Wise, you are a shaman and rich a Boston prominent, poor, you're just so common and that's all there is Roll! Roll with the wind! Roll! Roll with the wind! Clarity was lost in the guts of the Xerox machine Say what you need Say what you mean Don't keep me guessing Playing to packed houses and quiet as church mouses And building up a circus tent with black ??? Well I get high on action Heavy tooth compaction Building up a root canal entre vous Roll! Roll with the wind! Roll! Roll with the wind! Charity's new members lost it so save the reciept Save the reciept Save the reciept Save the reciepts Don't keep me guessing You gotta roll! Roll with the wind! Roll with the wind! You gotta roll! Roll with the wind! Roll with the wind! |
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| 2:50 |
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Mary, 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 This is our vacation, and it's my chance to make it up to you Stare at sequin seconds as they stick to the wall People of the bay - it is excruciatingly grey Face the front when it comes for you Type slowly Wish upon my ankles Wish upon my blue incandescent shiny brawling guillotine The edge of creation is blurred and blushed Not a lot of room to grow Inside this leather terrarium Sci-fi darling, sci-fi darling don't go Back on the planet now And I'm beginning to wonder how Echelon your dreams and they'll come true Type slowly Echelon your dreams and they'll come true Type slowly |
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| 1:33 |
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Hey
You needed 'A' for effort But I give you a 'Z' for delivery, my friend You are too late and I need to escape To my private apartment And my gross, gross television set It's new and it's current it's got New and it's current is hot Special special director's cut Just for you, my friend my friend Blasted concept 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 sacred environment You're in a sacred environment, ya know I need to go, I need to go, I need to |
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| 1:24 |
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| 3:08 |
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Deviances anticipated
Triple-X or at least R-rated San Tropez, the middle of May There's no tan lines tonight No tan lines tonight, But trench it, rev it It's time to share spit In the sauna, we'll become close With ya, oh yeah! Princess with a cold killer instinct Winked at me from across the ice rink Pleather uppers soft for the spins But she gives it away without a rest Language buried her in the motherland Language barrier in the Pathan grain Yeah, oh yeah! You will be my candy striper Junior Leaguer, bedpan wiper Convalescent enema essence I live to be gray, I live to be gray! |
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| 5:06 |
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| 2:40 |
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harness your hopes
Harness your hopes on just one person because you know a harness was only made for one Don't telegraph your passes You'll end up with molasses cauterized in syrup And syrup and molasses And I'm checking out the asses The assets that attract us To anything that moves We're deep inside the grooves And it's time to shake the rations cause someone's gonna cash in The plot it turns again The reference starts at ten Well show me A word that rhymes with Pavement And I won't kill your parents And roast them on a spit And a-don't you try to etch it Or permanently sketch it Or your gonna catch a bad bad cold And the freaks have stormed the white house I moved into a lighthouse It's on a scenic quay It's oh so far away Far away from the beginning The shroud is made of linen The yearling took the purse The goth kid has a hearse Heart-breaking Earth-quaking Kiwis they are home baking Minds wide open truly Leisure A leisure suit is nothing It's nothing to be proud of In this late century And I'm asking you to hold me Just like the morning paper Pinched between your pointer Your index and your thumb It's a semi-automatic Believers are ecstatic You see the way they cling The cold metallic sting And I'm living in a coma For Donna de Varona The harness made of hopes The lovers on the ropes Nun is to church As the parrot is to perch And my Heart's Wide open Truly |
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| 5:15 |
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| 2:48 |
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| 12. |
| 3:20 |
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Roll With The Wind
Many are the men who get lost around the bend Solitary rejects with a need to spawn Well the hell you are a-raisin' The skirts you are a-chasin' Gonna send the letter bomb back to you Roll! Roll with the wind! Roll! Roll with the wind! ? theres always equation For what you are made up of what you're gonna be Wise, you are a shaman and rich a Boston prominent, poor, you're just so common and that's all there is Roll! Roll with the wind! Roll! Roll with the wind! Clarity was lost in the guts of the Xerox machine Say what you need Say what you mean Don't keep me guessing Playing to packed houses and quiet as church mouses And building up a circus tent with black ??? Well I get high on action Heavy tooth compaction Building up a root canal entre vous Roll! Roll with the wind! Roll! Roll with the wind! Charity's new members lost it so save the reciept Save the reciept Save the reciept Save the reciepts Don't keep me guessing You gotta roll! Roll with the wind! Roll with the wind! You gotta roll! Roll with the wind! Roll with the wind! |
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| 2:57 |
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| 6:46 |
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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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| 2:00 |
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what i was was a pissing johnson
and what she was was a faded bombshell. maybe maybe what i was was a mark inside her hand what she was was a ten pound block. maybe maybe |
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| 2:33 |
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The actress is always breaking things
the things you made and she took you for And I'm so tired -- I'd be lying -- I hope the prarie buys you more The fitness coast is growing near the shores they don't stay blond this year That's why the marble lawns stay clear and warm in time I want to stay but my time is wasting The magic lands call my name They want to fire a missle launcher But I know I need to stay We all know that by staying here it'll be a good high this year So what's the use to staying there if you've got no use for time The fitness coast is growing near the shores they don't stay blond all year the continent moves with growing fears It's all for expensive lawn I want to stay but my time is wasting The magic lawns call my name I want to fire a missle launcher But I know I need to stay I know I need to stay (and fight the day.) I know I need to stay (and fight the day.) I know I need to stay (and fight the day.) I know I need to stay (and fight the day.) |
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| 5:08 |
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Open call for prison architects Send me your blueprints ASAP Stack the walls such that I cannot breathe Man is breedin' forever, because of the weather I hope soon to leave from the east No more absolutes, no more absolutes Stick your penitentiary clothes inside the vent and run along, Leigh Amateur seasalt gatherers colonized They're good enough for Conrad Hilton, not good enough for my eyes I trust you will tell me if I am making a fool of myself Man is breedin' forever, breedin' forever, they come out and blister the sea, oh yeah |
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come on in...
grave architecture (x2) walk the marble malls [?] the monuments to those who fall and it's a pocket less than narco shell-bit stiff the crypt and the others are rough and the hood's so rad and i'm fucking glad glad to see that, know what it means it takes a lot grave architecture (x2) stroll past the strip is it old? am i clipped? am i just a bathtub waiting to be gripped or found on shady ground? and the lampshade's poised on the overwhelm drugs, and need the talent to breathe it takes a lot oh yeah, you wanna be like a blind fish positive, we're positive-- go! takes a lock-grip, baby to put you to war and i'm pushin' you back than ever ??? that'll push you hard it takes em...... |
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