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In the year of our Lord
Call it 1994 A fine vintage of mimicry There are those that take their sound From someone else's Toil Liking to parrots you see I've seen the likes of Kate Bush And Van Morrison Teaching the parrots to sing Take a Zepplin riff And you alter it a bit And make lots of money It's called plagiarism You want some of that cheese Just take a big ol' bite Careful not to choke on it please Now here we go It's called plagiarism |
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from Primus - Pork Soda (1993)
Oh, welcome to this world of fools
Of pink champagne and swimming pools Well, all you have to lose is your virginity Perhaps we'll have some fun tonight so stick around and take a bite of life We don't need feebleness in this proximity Ask good MacDuff and Donalbain, so many good ideas are slain By those who would dare not step out of line But if I have my way tonight and chances are I think I might- I'll turn those sour minds to grapes of wine [Chorus] Welcome to this world Don't judge the boy by what you hear The words are heard beyond the ear The heart and mind are focus for this conversation But be abound in mystery for that so much you do to me For there are those who drown in adulation [Chorus] If I had a dime for each time that I heard them preach Well I'd have wicked thoughts upon my brain |
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from Primus - Frizzle Fry (Remastered) (1990)
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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from Primus - Rhinoplasty [ep] (1998)
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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from Primus - Suck On This [live] (1990)
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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from Primus - Sailing The Seas Of Cheese (1991)
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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from Primus - Rhinoplasty [ep] (1998)
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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from Primus - Frizzle Fry (Remastered) (1990)
What if Christmas didn't come this year
And no one paid for Christmas cheer? Who would cry the biggest tear, The child or the store? Why do brides wear virgin white? Most do not deserve that right. But to choose a color of their delight Would surely bring on the frowns. To defy the laws of tradition Is a crusade only of the brave. Suppose the taxman, he comes to town, And you don't lay your money down. Yet Mr. Jones he killed Mr. Brown the other day. Well I wonder, who's gonna go to hell. |
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from Primus - Sailing The Seas Of Cheese (1991)
I've seen them out at Soco
They're pounding sixteen penny nails The truckers on the interstate Have been known to ride the rails The sweat is beating on the brow Can't keep these fellas down 'Cause those damned blue-collared tweekers Are runnin' this here town I knew a man who hung drywall He hung it mighty quick A trip or two to the blue room Would help him do the trick His foreman would pat him on the back Whenever he would come around 'Cause these dammed blue-collar tweekers Are beloved in this here town Now the union boys are there To protect us from all the corporate type While curious George's drug patrol Is out here hunting snipe Now they try to tell me different But you know I ain't no clown 'Cause those damned blue-collar tweekers Are the backbone of this town Now the flame that burns twice as bright Burns only half as long My eyes are growing weary As I finalize this song So sit back and have a cup o' joe And watch the wheels go round 'Cause those damned blue-collar tweekers Have always run this town |
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from Primus - Frizzle Fry (Remastered) (1990)
An overaged boy of thirty-nine has left the wing today.
The first time in his life he's made that step. Be numbed by the society and plagued by insecurity. He's entered in a race that must be won. One of the animals has left its cage today IN search of better things so it seems to be. But in this land of polyurethane, Things are apt to get a bit hot. As the toys go winding down. C.G. the Mexican is a friend of mine. We used to sit around the house watching evil dead. Talking about the way it used to be... We used to pull the strippers out of Sand Pablo bay. Now the delta waters go down So. Cal. And the strippers start to fade away. It's pudding time! It's pudding time! As the toys go winding down. |
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from Primus - Rhinoplasty [ep] (1998)
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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from Primus - Brown Album (1997)
Fellow colleagues,distinguished members of the press,ladies and gentlemen. I would like to take this opportunity to personally and humbly thank each and every one of you for joining us at this particular event. It is my hope that we can utilize this meeting of the minds,to successfully convey the essence of our platform to you,and grand and noble audience. As I look out among the faces,I reflect. Taking console in the words of Franklin Delano Roosevelt who said, "We have nothing to fear,but fear itself." Paranoia is a disease unto itself,and may I add,the person standing next to you may not be who they appear to be,so take precautions. A mind is a terrible thing to waste,this is true. Many a young person has fallen prey to the substances that alter the perspective of any right thinking individual. The problem with the youth today is because of their inexperience with the world. They cannot attempt to grasp the ideals set fourth by myself and those who proceded me. But,has history has shown,they will come around and embrace our philosophies and become model citizens in their own right,God bless this great nation |
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from Primus - Pork Soda (1993)
By the light of the lamp I sit to type-my notes on tab at my side
I don't see the sun much these days A fluorescent tan covers my hide How much impact shall I have this time? My goal today is to reac the deadline I write between the lines I deal with fantasy I report the facts Give them to me, please Ham and egg sald on white bread keeps me company on nights like this A pack of metholated cigarettes keeps my air nice and thick When I write, words flow like coins from a candy box Get out of my way I've got something to say The pulse is beating louder now The cramps in my hands grow more intense with each Tik, tik, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap on the keys My social life is at an end so it seems to be Why don't I trample on your lawn today? I'll take skies of blue, turn over skies of grey I write between the lines I deal with fantasy I am the pressman Acknowledge me Mother always told me never stray too far from home The little lady said, "Boy, you'll never have to be alone, Because," You build with fountain pen You create the memory stain You are the pressman Stand up straight, boy |
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from Primus - Pork Soda (1993)
The old diamondback sturgeon came swimmin' along
Minding his business one day Rooting and sniffing and urging to spawn In the mud flats of San Pablo Bay A scent came around so he followed his snout He found what was to his surprise A golden morsel, a tidbit, a tight bunch of grass shrimp Was there right before this buck's eyes He circle round twice and he took a big whiff Then sucked up this savory meal Then came a jolt and to the diamondback's surprise Through his lips cut the cold, barbed steel In a panic the old diamondback sped to the north He sped to the east, west and south But the harder he swam, he still could not break free From the "tugging" that pulled at his mouth The old diamondback sturgeon came swimmin' along Minding his business one day |
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from Primus, Primus - Animals Should Not Try To Act Like People [ep] (2003)
I got blood in my gas tank, bones in my steel
I eat California condor for my Thanksgiving meal I'm the last superpower, I'm a son of a loaded gun I'm Rapscallion When I was young and shiny boy, I tried to dig my way to China I met the Rapscallion, En route from South Carolina Then he told me: <i>[4x]</i> "I don't like, I don't like you" I got blood in my gas tank, bones in my steel I eat California condor for my Thanksgiving meal I'm the last superpower, I'm a son of a loaded gun Cuz I'm Rapscallion I'm Rapscallion He said "I'm searching for a colored man" I said "what colors have you seen?" He said "I seen 'em black and brown and red But, but, but the one I seek is green" Then he told me: <i>[4x]</i> "I don't like, I don't like you" I got blood in my gas tank, bones in my steel I eat California condor for my Thanksgiving meal I'm the last superpower, I'm a son of a loaded gun Cuz I'm Rapscallion I'm Rapscallion I got blood in my gas tank, bones in my steel I eat California condor for my Thanksgiving meal I'm the last superpower, I'm a son of a loaded gun Cuz I'm Rapscallion I got blood in my gas tank, bones in my steel I eat California condor for my Thanksgiving meal I'm the last superpower, I'm a son of a loaded gun Cuz I'm Rapscallion I got blood in my gas tank, bones in my steel I eat California condor for my Thanksgiving meal I'm the last superpower, I'm a son of a loaded gun Cuz <i>[7x]</i> I'm Rapscallion |
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from Primus - Suck On This [live] (1990)
Through the door it slithers in,
Accompanied by it's peers. Always groveling for attention, While no one really hears. In it's mind it's full of wit And quite the social king. It plants itself among the rest, To give it's deadly sting. It's just a matter of opinion. Further now there's a man of taste. Of talent and precision. To work and strive at his artform. Has been his life's decision. The stage is set. the perfect show Is put before the mass. Only to be ridiculed By some slimy, pompous ass. It's just a matter of opinion. |
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from Primus - Antipop (1999)
I been fightin' gravity since I was two. Questers of the prize blind men int he snow. Some streak the skies I choose to go below. Skin moves towards malignant worshipping the sun. They clamber over corpses to be the chosen ones. Drift along liquid sky. Descending through the darkness to the vast terrain. Down here on the bottom you rarely hear the rain. Drift along liquid sky. |
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from Primus - Antipop (1999)
I been fightin' gravity since I was two.
Questers of the prize blind men int he snow. Some streak the skies I choose to go below. Skin moves towards malignant worshipping the sun. They clamber over corpses to be the chosen ones. Drift along liquid sky. Descending through the darkness to the vast terrain. Down here on the bottom you rarely hear the rain. Drift along liquid sky. |
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from Primus - Rhinoplasty [ep] (1998)
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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from Primus - Brown Album (1997)
There was this kid in our neighborhood His Pop had named him Renegade He lived up to his name With all the trouble that he made One day ol' Renegade Snuck into the Park Theater downtown For a laugh he set fire to the screen Burnt the whole damn place to the ground He thought that no one would mind He did that sort of thing all the time But his Pop was waitin' for him At age fifteen Renegade Stole a tow truck from Arnie's Shell Drove it through the front of a hardware store Spent the night in a county jail He didn't seem to mind a bit He liked the attention he would get |
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from Primus, Primus - Animals Should Not Try To Act Like People [ep] (2003)
To the carpenter and the dainty bride
The grass appears greener on the other side So let's clarify before we unite That the grass in never greener on the other side To the carpenter said the dainty bride I pledge to you my love tonight But I will not hesitate to euthanize If the grass becomes greener on the other side Said the carpenter to the dainty bride I would never do a thing to jeopardize This union I consider prize Grass never will be greener on the other side To the preacher man said the dainty wife He thought the grass was greener on the other side So I buried in his belly my butcher knife And ended these years of wretched strife Said the preacher man to the guilty wife Though the law may give you twenty years to life Pray forgiveness in the Father's eyes And the grass just may be greener on the other side |
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from Primus - Antipop (1999)
The Earth it did crack open
on the day that I was born and a thousand merry pranksters came dancin' through the storm. I lay cradle bound a howlin' out my mind not knowin' years to come I'd be shoutin' over din I sucked information through the holes in my skull as my belly gurgles hungry my mouth is always full. I am Antipop; I'll run against the grain till the day I drop. I am the Antipop; the man you cannot stop. As a young man, I plug into the tube, but the stench of all that pretense I cannot muddle through. I lay on my back and scan the radio all that comes out my speakers is a steady syrup flow. I suck information through the holes in my skull as my belly gurgles hungry my mouth is always full. I stood by watching and I seen 'em come and go. I seen 'em make that million then vanish in the snow. They come upon you like a pack of rabid hounds as they slobber in your ears and purge you with their sounds. Pushing misinformation through the holes in my skull my belly gurgles nauseous and still my mouth is full. I am Antipop; I'll run against the grain till the day I drop. I am the Antipop; the man you cannot stop. |
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from Primus - Pork Soda (1993)
It's incredibly hot in here today, incredibly hot in here
It's incredibly hot in here today, incredibly hot in here The air is getting slipper and it's not to my surprise My heart, it beats irregularly and the sweat it fills my eyes I do not mind what I excrete 'cause I'm here to make a buck And those that cannot take the heat can take a flying... Forgive me if I hesitate It's incredibly hot in here today, incredibly hot in here The dogs are barking merrily as Jerry sits on high If you've studied your Floyd property, you'd know that pigs could fly Now if you want an encore you might hear it is luck But me, I'd rather play Residents, 'cause I don't give a... Forgive me if I hesitate It's incredibly hot in here today, incredibly hot in here Now, Fatty, he's a hell of a guy but he sweats like a dancing mule He likes to hang out at Checker Gas with the Chets he knew from high school He sold enough crystal meth to buy a stepside truck But if you ask me twice I'd say the boy ain't worth a... Forgive me if I hesitate It's incredibly hot in here today, incredibly hot in here The act of perspiration is far beyond control If the heat compels to aspirate please try not to miss the bowl If sweatiness makes you horny, well darlin' I think you're in luck 'Cause all this clever banter gives me the urge to FUCK |
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from Primus - Frizzle Fry (Remastered) (1990)
Why do we do this C.G. and I?
Every night vegetables... Minds numbed up by T.H.C. I've got my pen, C.G. the remote. Laurel and Hardy's the best bet at 4 A.M. on a Friday. No dreads about the working day after though. Funny thing about weekends when you're unemployed. They don't mean quite so much, except you get to hang out with your working friends. Well, we got us a spaghetti western on 36. I like spaghetti westerns. I like the way the boots are all reverbed out walking across the hard wood floors. In fact everything's got that big reverb sound! Well, what'll I do now? Go to sleep! Pull the pud! We need new pornos! Well, I guess I'm still writing... |
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Quite a surprise
What an ingenious device Boredom encompasses my time I don't know what I should do Indulging a moment of your time Seldom the breeder of lies But you won't believe that it's true They take to the sky Southbound Pachyderm Pinholes through cardboard At the Sun Passing the bucks by one by one Leaving nothing in return Watching the majest blow past Speculating which will be the last Savoring my piece of pie And there is no reprise They're filling the sky Southbound Pachyderm |
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Your life is leaning downhill Sloping off the outer edge Your undetermined oyster beds Were found to be a hedge You cause the kids of Elmer Fudd To feed the farmer whose Cadaver's filled with onion rings And feet are filled with glue Now sinister exaggerator What's your claim to fame? Is still your favorite Ferlingetti Found in Auntie Maim? Your alter life is superceded Only from above Your hear is like a silken sponge That calls saliva love |
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from Primus - Brown Album (1997)
There's a time for lies And a time for truth I say, eye for an eye Eye for a tooth When I roamed young I'd scavenge around Every nook and cranny Of our little town It's nice, so nice, to be Pull out the cannon boys Steal us some wine Puff Tijuana Smalls SHAKE HANDS WITH BEEF She's so fine She's so sweet Mom and Pop they raised her On huge slabs of meat She's fine A man of nine Water derby day Twenty six pumps On a Crossman And it's time to play It's nice, so nice, to be Pull out the cannon boys Steal us some wine Puff Tijuana Smalls SHAKE HANDS WITH BEEF |
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from Primus - Sailing The Seas Of Cheese (1991)
I'm gonna teach you how to play the game
of warfare Suddenly it appears to me You got a bit much dignity For your own good, boy Yes sir, yes sir. I will rape your personality Pummel you with my own philosophy Strip you of your self-integrity To make you all a bit like me I said right, left Sgt. Baker here again And if you calls me "puddin Tame" I'll stomp you down, boy Steers and Queers Steers and Queers where you come >From there's just steers and queers And you ain't got no horns, boy Yes sir, yes sir I will rape your personality Pummel you with my own philosophy Strip you of your self-integrity To make you all a bit like me I said right, left |
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from Primus - Sailing The Seas Of Cheese (1991)
When the going gets tough
And the stomach acids flow. The cold wind of conformity Is nippin' at your nose When some trendy new atrocity Has brought you to your knees Come with us we'll sail the Seas of Cheese |
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from Primus - Rhinoplasty [ep] (1998)
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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from Primus - Frizzle Fry (Remastered) (1990)
We are gathered here today
In these majestic halls of old To honor a man they call Sathington Willoughby There's a joke or two A pun or three I feel that must be told Then I go on to speak of Sathington Willoughby Sathington Willoughby The legislator that penned us up a bill That banned the use of certain things Like this and that |
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from Primus - Brown Album (1997)
Came up on a worried man, asked him if he had a light. He reached on down, dug in his shoe, figured in his sock he might. He asked if he could come and join, at what we was partakin' in. I says,"Ol' soul if you got a match, you also got yourself a friend". The smoke drew hard but laid in good, the neon gave us extra shine. We passed around a flask of Knockando, and a half litre bottle of wine. The worried man dropped down to his knees, and let out with a somber groan. He looked up to me and when I asked, he said,"I'm just restin' my bones". I looked down at him, and him up at me, then a smile rose above his chin. He grabbed me by the arm and pulled me down, said," Listen to me now my friend". When I was your age I did it all, more than many men could do, now my possessions are the ones I wear on my back, and this lighter I keep in my shoe. That's why I'm restin' my bones. I'm restin' my bones for the times I fell, fell and hit myself on the ground. Restin' my bones for the loneliness, of being the only genius around. I'm restin' my bones for prosperity, in hopes that it'll do me some good. I'm restin' bones from amphetamines, see they turned teeth to balsa wood. I'm restin' bones for Johnny Cash, 'cause for me and mine he's wearin' black. I'll be restin' my bones for Elvis, I seen him last week at the track. If I'm restin' bones and you come along, just try and tippy toe on by. 'cause when I'm restin' bones I hope to sleep, and maybe slip away and die. |
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from Primus - Suck On This [live] (1990)
You can have a lolly pop
A candy bar, a jelly bean I'll buy you a rainbow to hang above your door It's pudding time Laughter is a sweet you can't put a price on When laughter's all gone, Daddy won't buy you more It's pudding time, children... Money, money, money to buy you things Daddy's gonna buy you a diamond ring Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall! Humpty Dumpty had a great fall! All kings horses and all the kings men Couldn't put Humpty together again! San Franciso the striped bass are dying But you're gonna get that brand new bike Oh joy It's pudding time It's pudding time, children!!! Pudding time, children.... |
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from Primus - Frizzle Fry (Remastered) (1990)
You can have a lolly pop
A candy bar, a jelly bean I'll buy you a rainbow to hang above your door It's pudding time Laughter is a sweet you can't put a price on When laughter's all gone, Daddy won't buy you more It's pudding time, children... Money, money, money to buy you things Daddy's gonna buy you a diamond ring Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall! Humpty Dumpty had a great fall! All kings horses and all the kings men Couldn't put Humpty together again! San Franciso the striped bass are dying But you're gonna get that brand new bike Oh joy It's pudding time It's pudding time, children!!! Pudding time, children.... |
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from Primus - Brown Album (1997)
Pass the pen there Billy Bob, I'll write us up a song. Or perhaps I'll pen a sonnet, if the melody sits all wrong. Hand me down a crayon, and I'll draw a mighty oak. 'Cause of all my brother Masons, I'm the quickest with a joke. Catch me in the right light, you'll see my shapes shaped to please. And if I shank my trousers down, I'm hung just above the knees. You may have difficulty catchin' breath, when you hear my weighty name. I'm the one that told you, told you so, they calls me Puddin' Taine. Now step on up to dance the dance, and touch the hand that heals. Like the tallest hog on Wall street, I'm a wheelin' all the deals. They'll carve my face in marble, they'll etch my name in stone. They'll paint my noble portrait, and historify my home. You may have difficulty catchin' breath, when you hear my weighty name. I'm the one that told you, told you so, they calls me Puddin' Taine. |
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from Primus - Antipop (1999)
Military show is Blastin' off to Kosovo.
Military show with lightning speed. Sensitivity? Oh, just a rusty nail in the corporate show. How many stabs before we bleed? Those Pinocchios chattering out in stereo, boy Pinnocchio and his golden deed. Masculinity? Oh, galvanized in the world wide show as we fertilise the seed. Power mad, I didn't chop the tree down dad I only try to do what's right. Power man, the best friend that you ever had unless of course you choose to fight. Power mad, driving out of the shadows, he never tires when he plays. Power mad, he's a streak in the night time speculating how he'll take on the world some day. Originality? Oh, just a rusty nail in a Broadway show how many stabs before we succeed. Power mad, I didn't drop my pants down dad, I know my left hand from my right. Power man, the best friend that you ever had unless of course you lose the fight. |
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from Primus - Pork Soda (1993)
Now listen up you know ya come home from working that nine to five and
Lay yourself down on burgundy couch, you know, it never really was Burgundy. It was red, and you painted with the goddamn sprinkler and Now you have bits and pieces of burgundy stuck to your but every time You get off of it. You never tell your family, you never tell your Family because, you know, ol' Junior, he's got no brains, and what can You do? What can you do? (And old Junior, you know, got a little crazy With that P.B.J. that one day ??) [Chorus] Grab yourself a can of pork soda You'll be feeling just fine Ain't nothin' quite like sittin' 'round the house Swillin' down them Cans of swine Ha ha ha! Yes, Dad's an idiot alright! Well, alright, I'm really starting to worry about you. You had to have That two-car garage with the large driveway so you could park that Goddamn boat in it. If it wasn't for the boat (blah blah blah) [Chorus] I like Kansas wine Well, maybe it's something simpler, like your team lost or your Girlfriend used to be a guy, you know, I don't know. I mean (blah blah blah) |
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from Primus - Brown Album (1997)
They broke out in laughter again His lip beaded with sweat as they strapped him in And he stood by and waited to be called The talk was of times that'd gone by And the quantity and quality of women they lie His eyes welled with wet and his mouth had gone dry As he stood by and waited to be called He stood by and waited to be called He stood by and waited like the others before For his turn to go over the falls He got up and tried it again For lack of persistence is surely a sin As he stood by and waited to be called He looked to the lightning with glee And admired his vessel for it's symmetry Feeling twelve units shy of a bachelor's degree As he stood by and waited to be called He stood by and waited to be called He stood by and waited like the others before For his turn to go over the falls |
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from Primus - Tales From The Punchbowl (1995)
They headed southward from San Francisco,
To be with Chuckles and the others. With electric in the air and peroxide in their hair, They looked like golden brothers. They drove a Datsun, an automatic, The radio blaring static, He made a face into the light and burst out laughing at the sight. The hysteria ensuing would dominate the night. From all the candy, the seats were sticky, As they were drawn into the grapevine. Then "Introduce Yourself" came on as they barreled through the fog. The demon puffing madly on a mentholated log. They were tired, they were sleepy, So they parked behind the Roxy. Adam left to use the phone, so he sat there all alone, When Adam's voice come beaming through on the radio, He started laughing... |
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from Primus - Tales From The Punchbowl (1995)
Used to come around here
To peddle his wares A lot more takers now The turkey "J" You can taste the air Around your face His name was Barrest Jeffries They picked him up twice For cooking up amphetamine Now he's on the tweek again Drinking county prune He doesn't mind so much So we'd sit around the fire Singing "Kumbaya" "Kumbaya", I said |
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from Primus - Pork Soda (1993)
I pull the blinds then I take my clothes off
Dance around the house like nature boy My genitalia and pectoral muscles aren't quite what I would like them to be But you don't see me No one can see me I pull my blinds Fill out my income tax form Pen in hand I write so legibly I have my kitty. His name is Allowishus, I stroke him But you don't see me No one should see me I pull the blinds For the sun glares off my tele and I find it quite so irritating I have my videos-loads of Ren and Stimpy Bottom-a bit of pornography But you don't see me No one should see me |
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from Primus - Antipop (1999)
There's a boy out 'luma way named Joe Eugene.
He's one mellow ass son of a bitch-a. He loves his wheat grass and cold bean curd. He's one healthy ass sone of a bitch-a. But late at night he sneaks on down to the liquor store for a bottle of sheep dip. Natural Joe, got an easy flow. Whereever he goes they say "here comes Joe." Joe, he's a happy Man and he won't do you wrong. He's one respectable son of a bitch-a. Now Joe ain't no patriarch, but he's smooth with the girls. He ain't no cahuvinistic sone of a bitch-a. But late at night he sneaks on down to the porno store for a little bit of ... Nature Joe, he's hanging low. Whereever he goes they say "here comes Joe." There's a boy out 'luma way named Joe Eugene. He's one mellow ass son of a bitch-a. He don't like firearms; he don't own knives. He's one pacifistic sone of a bitch-a. But late at night he eases on down to the video store for a little bit of ... Natural Joe, got an easy flow. Whereever he goes they say "here comes Joe." Natural Joe, looking slow and low. Look there he goes. Go Natural Joe. |
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from Primus - Pork Soda (1993)
My name is Mud Not to be confused with Bill or Jack or Pete or Dennis My name is mud and it's always been 'Cause I'm the most boring sons-a-bitch you've ever seen I dress in blue-yes navy blue )From head to toe I'm rather drab except my patent shoes I make 'em shine, well most the time 'Cept today my feet are troddin' on by this friend of mine Six foort two and rude as hell I got to get him in the ground before he starts to smell My name is Mud My name is Mud, but call me Alowishus Devadander Abercrombie That's long for Mud so I've been told Told that by this sonsabitch that lies before me bloated blue and cold I've got my pride, I drink my wine I'd drink the finest except I haven't earned a dime in several months Or were it years The breath on that fat bastard could bring any man to tears We had our words, a common spat So I kissed him upside the cranium with an aluminum baseball bat My name is Mud |
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from Primus, Primus - Animals Should Not Try To Act Like People [ep] (2003)
My friend Fats, he's a hell fo a guy.
Let me tell you why. He's the epitome of neighborly. My friend Fats, he's a hell fo a guy. Let me tell y'all why. He drips personality. My friend Fats, he's a heck of a Joe. You should watch him go, Bopping in the band shine With a bota pag of fried wine. My friend Fats, he's a hell fo a guy. Let me tell you why. He's lowbrow nobility. My friend Fats, he's a jovial sort. When he's holding court, The anecdotes go round And the lager goes down. My friend Fats, he's a hell fo a guy. And just as long as he's high He has no anxiety About his chemical dependencies. Fats has no concerns About the candle that burns Both ends simultaneous, Both ends simultaneous. My friend Fats, he's a hell fo a guy. Let me tell y'all why. Not much for ponctuality, But heck on debauchery. Fats, he's a hell of a man, Can't y'all understand. Him taunting his mortality, He's unnerved by sobriety. |
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from Primus - Tales From The Punchbowl (1995)
Mrs Blaileen - she was a sixth grade teacher
And she controlled the children By using humiliation The target always seemed to be Donny He was a bit slower than the others When he was quite young His mother died at the kitchen table While choking on some food The fashion of the day Was bleach and tied Levi's Donny decided to make some, But he didn't know to rinse them So he came to school a reekin' Bleach stenched filled the classroom Mrs. Blaileen began to chastise She made him feel like an asshole Two feet small Oh what a lonely boy Don and Ronald They always stuck together For they were a bit different than the others And they were as tight as brothers Then Ronald moved away Now Steven He was year or two younger And he really thought he was something He liked to harass other children Or anyone he found outnumbered. Alone Don walks from fishing Steven and his friend they stop him They took his hat and they taunt him, Pimp-slap him with a newspaper Don lunged forward with his fish knife Then ran all the way home weeping He gave his knife to his father and Said "I think I hurt Steve" Oh what a lonely boy |
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from Primus - Pork Soda (1993)
Hello Mr. Krinkle
How are you today? Seems the rumors are about your team might move away Now, me I'm sentimental But I'm not one to cry Say there Mr. Krinkle let's cruise the Bastard boat Damn then sonsabitches with their gill-nets set afloat I flip on my tele and I watch the waters die C'mon Mr. Krinkle tell me why Hey ho Mr. Krinkle have you heard the brand new sound It's a cross between Jimi Hendrix Bocephus, Cher and James Brown It's called "Heavy Hometown" New Wave, cold-filtered, low-calorie dry C'mon Mr. Krinkle tell me why |
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from Primus - Frizzle Fry (Remastered) (1990)
They call me Mr. Knowitall
I will not compromise. I will not be told what to do. I shall not step aside. They call me Mr. Knowitall I have no time to waste. My mouth it spews pure intellect. And I've such elegant taste. They call me Mr. Knowitall. I sup the aged wine. Oh I could tell such wonderous tales If I should find the time. I must be Mr. Knowitall For ideas they come in bounds. I am Mr. Knowitall So spread the word around. They call me Mr. Knowitall I am so eloquent. Perfection is my middle name And whatever rhymes with eloquent. |
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from Primus, Primus - Animals Should Not Try To Act Like People [ep] (2003)
I once had an icecube
Purty little icecube Now it's gone Now it's gone Her name was Mary Purty little ice cube Now she's gone Now she's gone She was so shiny, My purty little icecube Now she's gone Where she gone? She's gone with the others The shiny little icecubes Movin' on. Movin' on. She's gone Doesn't nothin' ever last forever? I miss my icecube Purty little icecube Since she's withdrawn I held her in my hand My chilly little icecube Was it wrong? Was it wrong? She slipped away My moist little icecube To oblivion, oblivion She left me standing With tears on my face On the lawn So I wrote this song Purty little icecube Where have you gone? Doesn't nothing ever last forever? Now she's gone Nothing ever lasts forever Doesn't nothing ever last forever? It's been declared That it's not wise To prize something too much I just wish to find something to Flaunt the right to Touch so gently Doesn't nothing ever last forever? |
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from Primus - Antipop (1999)
The best of times, the worst of times,
the times you can't ignore. Sometimes you bite the bullet and flip flop on the floor. They tell you where to go, and they tell you what to do. They set your face on fire then stomp it out with their shoes. I ain't no fool. Mama didn't raise no fool. The times I can't complain are the times I do the most. On a diet of black coffee and prozac buttered toast. These eunuchs in their prada and Gucci flavored clothes. Wouldn't know a fresh perspective if it bit 'em up on the nose. I ain't no fool. Mama didn't raise no fool. Don't do as they say, just say as they do. No flavor's quite so bitter as the taste of one's own shoe. I ain't no fool. Mama didn't raise no fool. |
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from Primus - Miscellaneous Debris [ep] (1992)
We're only making plans for Nigel We only want what's best for him We're only making plans for Nigel Nigel just needs this helping hand And if young Nigel says he's happy He must be happy He must be happy in his work We're only making plans for Nigel He has his future in a British steel We're only making plans for Nigel Nigel's whole future is as good as sealed And if young Nigel says he's happy He must be happy He must be happy in his work Nigel is not outspoken But he likes to speak And loves to be spoken to Nigel is happy in his work We're only making plans for Nigel |
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from Primus - Sailing The Seas Of Cheese (1991)
"You bastards!"
Here they come... (repeat) "Shut up, you bastards!" "You just called me a bastard, didn't you?" |
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from Primus - Antipop (1999)
Sometimes bored and sometimes lonely
Pimple faced and rather homely He wasn't much for socializin' The TV kept a mesmerizin' In one ear and out the other Picked up a trick from his older brother Got him a can of sniffin' sauce Pinned his mind up on a cross Lacquer head knows but one desire Lacquer head sets his skull on fire Lacquer head knows no in betweens Huffin' on bags of gasoline Sniffin' paint since the seventh grade She was high on gin and gatorade On turpentine she lost her luck Fell in front of a speeding pick-up truck He was a boy of soft demeanor And he loved his carburetor cleaner The vapor made a sweet aroma He sniffed himself into a coma Lacquer head feeds his one desire Lacquer head sets his brain on fire Lacquer head knows no in betweens Huffin' on bags of gasoline Keep on sniffin' till yer brain goes pop |
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from Primus - Brown Album (1997)
A B C D E F G H I gotta gal wears her toenails long Drives a red Barracude, singin' meat packer songs And she ain't from Kalamazoo A B C D E F G H I gotta 'friend lived in a Mercedes-Benz Then a '55 Chrysler where the trunk never ends And the plates say Kalamazoo He had a steady job and watched what he spent He'd say I don't believe in payin' no goddamn rent I'll squirrel away every goddamn cent And buy my own damn house in Kalamazoo She turned to the world with a bastard child Said, "I just can't handle him he's too damn wild' But the years and the liquor have made him mild And he lays around Kalamazoo |
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from Primus - Suck On This [live] (1990)
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 ARE TAUGHT TO KILL. ON THE COMMAND OF MEN WEARING MONEY BELTS THAT BUY MISTRESSES SLEEK ANIMAL PELTS. TOO MANY PUPPIES. TOO MANY PUPPIES WITH GUNS IN THEIR HANDS. TOO MANY PUPPIES IN FOREIGN LANDS. ARE DRESSED UP SHARP IN SUIT 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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from Primus - Frizzle Fry (Remastered) (1990)
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 ARE TAUGHT TO KILL. ON THE COMMAND OF MEN WEARING MONEY BELTS THAT BUY MISTRESSES SLEEK ANIMAL PELTS. TOO MANY PUPPIES. TOO MANY PUPPIES WITH GUNS IN THEIR HANDS. TOO MANY PUPPIES IN FOREIGN LANDS. ARE DRESSED UP SHARP IN SUIT 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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from Primus - Sailing The Seas Of Cheese (1991)
Jerry was a race car driver
And he drove so goddamned fast He never did win no checkered flag But he never did come in last Jerry was a race car driver He'd say "El solo number one" With a bocephus sticker On his 442 he'd light 'em up Just for fun Captain Pierce was a fireman Richmond engine |
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I just want to satisfy you
I would like to rectify you Pay no attention to what you've heard This mediocrity is so absurd. But I won't listen to erratic advice Don't make me ask you nice I just want to satisfy you I would like to contemplate you Perhaps sometime we'll irritate you I won't listen to sparratic advice Don't make me ask you twice I just want to satisfy you Jellikit [Repeat: x 3] I just want to satisfy you Jellikit [Repeat: x 3] I just want to satisfy you Jellikit [Repeat: x 6] |
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from Primus - Sailing The Seas Of Cheese (1991)
Is It Luck?
My socks and shoes always match Is it Luck? There's a foot at the end of each of my legs Is it Luck? I can play my bass for you Is it Luck? Some gals like to kiss my face Is it Luck? Is it Luck? There was food inside your mouth today Is it Luck? Your barber cuts your hair just so Is it Luck? When the taste of sex is on your lips Is it Luck ? Is it Luck ? Cyanide works oh so fast Is it Luck? Polyester makes you sweat Is it Luck? If a graham cracker gets you off Is it Luck Love. Love ? Is it Luck ? Is it Luck Said she wanted my body, not my mind. So, I showed her my dictionary to show her the words that I know, not quite desiring to, and how loquacious I can be when I set my mind down to it. But she wasn't impressed. Oh no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no! She wasn't impressed at all.....She whispered in my ear!!! She whispered in my ear, and she said: "Do you wanna get LUCKY, little boy?" Well, I smiled. Smiled and I said..... Is it Luck ? Is it Luck Is it Luck ? Is it Luck Is it Luck ? Is it Luck Is it Luck ? Is it Luck Etc.. |
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from Primus - Miscellaneous Debris [ep] (1992)
I know something about opening windows and doors I know how to move quietly to creep across creaky wooden floors I know where to find precious things in all your cupboards and drawers Slipping the clippers Slipping the clippers through the telephone wires The sense of isolation inspires Inspires me I like to feel the suspense when I'm certain you know I am there I like you lying awake, your baited breath charging the air I like the touch and the smell of all the pretty dresses you wear Intruders happy in the dark Intruder come Intruder come and leave his mark, leave his mark |
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from Primus - Sailing The Seas Of Cheese (1991)
Here they come
Here come the bastards I heard it from a confident - Who heard it form a confidant They're definately on their way There's one with this idea Something about a hammer head shark Nosehairs and flatus Best keep your distance because Here they come here come the bastards Bury your head deep in the sand Anonyminity is a virtue in this day and age Amazing hand dexterity Flagrant misuse of security Better run, run, run, run, run Run Run Run Run, here they come. |
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from Primus - Frizzle Fry (Remastered) (1990)
Skinny was born in a bathtub
And he grew so incredibly thin Even the end of an eye dropper Sucked him in Skinny never knew any questions Skinny never looked at lights Skinny sold something Every single night Skinny sold a soldier toy to me Skinny sold a wife Skinny sold a suction cup And a knife Skinny found a hello dolly Record in the hall He sold it to a truck driver In the fall (Hello Dolly) Here I come, Constantinople Here I come, Constantinople I am coming, Constantinople Here I come Here I come, Constantinople Here I come, Constantinople I am coming, Constantinople Here I come All the leaves are off of the oak and All the sheep have followed the spoken Word I'm coming, Constantinople Here I come As I stand out in the open All my friends are with you I hope and Pray I'm coming, constantinople Here I come Here I come, Constantinople Here I come, Constantinople I am coming Constantinople Here I come Here I come, Constantinople Here I come, Constantinople I am coming Constantinople Here I come Well, here I come, Constantinople I'm coming, Constantinople I'm coming with my head held high Here I come, Constantinople I'm coming I can't wait to see you I'm coming with my head held high I'm not coming on my knees I'm coming, Constantinople Here I come, Constantinople Here I come, Constantinople I am coming Constantinople Here I come ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By FLYNN, HOMER / FOX, HARDY WINFRED <i>Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.</i> |
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Come on here, dear boy, have a cigar You're gonna go far, fly high You're never gonna die, you're gonna make it if you try; they're gonna love you Well I've always had a deep respect and I mean that most sincerely The band is just fantastic, that is really what I think Oh by the way, which one's Pink? And did we tell you the name of the game, boy, we call it riding the Gravy Train We're just knocked out, We heard about the sell out You gotta get an album out You owe it to the people. We're so happy we can hardly count Everybody else is just green, have you seen the chart It's a hell of a start, it could be made into a monster if we all pull together as a team And did we tell you the name of the game, boy we call it Riding the Gravy Train |
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from Primus - Brown Album (1997)
When I was born, the doc he held me by my ankles Smacked my red behind They hosed me down, wrapped me like a bean burrito Then marked the date and time Hats off, to the ones that string the beads together And keep the ducks in line Hats off to all the ones that stood before me And taught a fool to rhyme At thirteen, I made myself a motion picture Out of lumps of clay At fourteen, I pulled some weeds and bought a four string Taught myself to play At seventeen, I'd get naked with a beauty queen At the Hot Tub Zone At nineteen, she was livin' hard and snortin' drugs That decayed her bones Hats off to the ones that put it all together And keep their ducks in line Hats off to all the ones that erred before me And taught me how to survive |
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from Primus - Suck On This [live] (1990)
IT WAS A WEEKEND'S EVE. I HAD A SEX ON MY BREATH I WAS LOOKIN' FOR SOMETHIN'TO SEE. WITH A BORROWED BLACK LEATHER AND MY BEST FISHIN' HAT. WELL IT WAS JUST WENDY O.AND ME. WE CALLED OLD SWAMP UP ON THE TELEPHONE AND SAID WE WAS COMMIN' ON DOWN TO PICK HIM UP AND THEN, HE SAID, "HEY SNAPPY, ME AND GREENY'LL COME ALONG. BUT ONLY IF WE CAN BRING A FRIEND." "HIS NAME IS HAROLD." I SAID, "OKAY." NOW, WE HAD A SWAMPER, GREENY, WENDY O. STANLEY, HAROLD OF THE ROCKS AND ME. WE HOPPED INTO MY DART AND HEADED FOR THE NIGHTBREAK TO SEE A MAN THEY CALL SCHOOLY D. HAROLD HE'S FRIENDLY GUY. HE RAMBLES ON AND ON. HE'LL TALK THE BALLS OFF A RHINOSAURUS. FACT IS HE JUST DOESN'T MAKE MUCH SENSE. WELL STAN SAID " THIS GUY'S PRETTY BIZARRE GUS." I SAW HAROLD AT A PARTY TROUZY THREW LATE ONE NIGHT. I SAID,"HEY MAN, DO YOU REMEMBER ME?" HE SAID "O" COURSE I DO SNAPDAD AND LET ME TELL YA RIGHT 'BOUT NOW I'M LIT UP LKE AN OL' CHRISTMAS TREE" "HEY BRO YOU KNOW I'D LIKE TO THANK YOU ONCE AGAIN FOR LET'N ME HANG WITH YA'ALL ACROSS THE BAY WHEN I LOOK BACK AT THAT NIGHT I GET ME A WARM SPOT ACROSS MY HEART. THEN HE SHOOK MY HAND, AND WALKED AWAY. THAT'S THE LAST I SEEN OF HAROLD. HAROLD OF THE ROCKS SO IN THE END. SWAMPER AND GREENY FINALLY SUCCUMB TO THE WAYS OF HAROLD. AND IN DOING SO EACH GAVE JUST A LITTLE BIT OF HIS SOUL AWAY. WAHT A COUPLE OF DUMBSHITS. |
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from Primus - Frizzle Fry (Remastered) (1990)
IT WAS A WEEKEND'S EVE.
I HAD A SEX ON MY BREATH I WAS LOOKIN' FOR SOMETHIN'TO SEE. WITH A BORROWED BLACK LEATHER AND MY BEST FISHIN' HAT. WELL IT WAS JUST WENDY O.AND ME. WE CALLED OLD SWAMP UP ON THE TELEPHONE AND SAID WE WAS COMMIN' ON DOWN TO PICK HIM UP AND THEN, HE SAID, "HEY SNAPPY, ME AND GREENY'LL COME ALONG. BUT ONLY IF WE CAN BRING A FRIEND." "HIS NAME IS HAROLD." I SAID, "OKAY." NOW, WE HAD A SWAMPER, GREENY, WENDY O. STANLEY, HAROLD OF THE ROCKS AND ME. WE HOPPED INTO MY DART AND HEADED FOR THE NIGHTBREAK TO SEE A MAN THEY CALL SCHOOLY D. HAROLD HE'S FRIENDLY GUY. HE RAMBLES ON AND ON. HE'LL TALK THE BALLS OFF A RHINOSAURUS. FACT IS HE JUST DOESN'T MAKE MUCH SENSE. WELL STAN SAID " THIS GUY'S PRETTY BIZARRE GUS." I SAW HAROLD AT A PARTY TROUZY THREW LATE ONE NIGHT. I SAID,"HEY MAN, DO YOU REMEMBER ME?" HE SAID "O" COURSE I DO SNAPDAD AND LET ME TELL YA RIGHT 'BOUT NOW I'M LIT UP LKE AN OL' CHRISTMAS TREE" "HEY BRO YOU KNOW I'D LIKE TO THANK YOU ONCE AGAIN FOR LET'N ME HANG WITH YA'ALL ACROSS THE BAY WHEN I LOOK BACK AT THAT NIGHT I GET ME A WARM SPOT ACROSS MY HEART. THEN HE SHOOK MY HAND, AND WALKED AWAY. THAT'S THE LAST I SEEN OF HAROLD. HAROLD OF THE ROCKS SO IN THE END. SWAMPER AND GREENY FINALLY SUCCUMB TO THE WAYS OF HAROLD. AND IN DOING SO EACH GAVE JUST A LITTLE BIT OF HIS SOUL AWAY. WAHT A COUPLE OF DUMBSHITS. |
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from Primus - Pork Soda (1993)
It's the guy from the Hamburger Train, mate!
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from Primus - Suck On This [live] (1990)
When I woke up this mornin' I felt a pang.
I was hungerin' for some apple pie. Stumble in the bathroom, hung my hog a little bit. Washed the sleep out of my eye. Oh yeah, it's gonna be a fine day. Scratched myself a bit. Poured me out a bowl-a corn chex. Closest thing I could find to apple pie. Lingerin' taste of toothpaste Made the milk go down a bit funny. But you know, them chex they do satisfy. Oh yeah, this'll be a fine day. So, after my mornin' rise-n-shine and eat-n-clean. Had my mind set to hit them streets. Drizzle from the night left cold puddles out. Had my black stomp-boots on my feet. It's my day. Since I was in kneepants my pop had tried to make me realize. If I set my mind down to it I could be a big man in the public eye. So with my big blue collar on, I set out to find the easy way. What an Ice cold bath it was when I found you had to pay to play. To taste the taste it's a tease that never would subside. The taste is strong but soured by my learned eyes. Well, if a woodchuck could chuck wood, He'd get down on his knees to pray. This little snappy boy might see The light this ground hog's day. |
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from Primus - Frizzle Fry (Remastered) (1990)
When I woke up this mornin' I felt a pang.
I was hungerin' for some apple pie. Stumble in the bathroom, hung my hog a little bit. Washed the sleep out of my eye. Oh yeah, it's gonna be a fine day. Scratched myself a bit. Poured me out a bowl-a corn chex. Closest thing I could find to apple pie. Lingerin' taste of toothpaste Made the milk go down a bit funny. But you know, them chex they do satisfy. Oh yeah, this'll be a fine day. So, after my mornin' rise-n-shine and eat-n-clean. Had my mind set to hit them streets. Drizzle from the night left cold puddles out. Had my black stomp-boots on my feet. It's my day. Since I was in kneepants my pop had tried to make me realize. If I set my mind down to it I could be a big man in the public eye. So with my big blue collar on, I set out to find the easy way. What an Ice cold bath it was when I found you had to pay to play. To taste the taste it's a tease that never would subside. The taste is strong but soured by my learned eyes. Well, if a woodchuck could chuck wood, He'd get down on his knees to pray. This little snappy boy might see The light this ground hog's day. |
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from Primus - Antipop (1999)
Slice me up a big slab of that sympathetic cheer.
If I'm zapped with radiation they say I'll last another year. Line 'em up now to greet the sacred cow. My hands are full of protein, my arms are made of fire. If you're calling me a diplomat, I'll be calling you a liar. Line 'em up now to greet the sacred cow. Line 'em up now to greet the sacred cow |
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from Primus - Antipop (1999)
Slice me up a big slab of that sympathetic cheer. If I'm zapped with radiation they say I'll last another year. Line 'em up now to greet the sacred cow. My hands are full of protein, my arms are made of fire. If you're calling me a diplomat, I'll be calling you a liar. Line 'em up now to greet the sacred cow. Line 'em up now to greet the sacred cow. |
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from Primus - Sailing The Seas Of Cheese (1991)
As I stand here in the shower
Singing Opera and such Pondering the possibility that I pull the pud too much There's a scent that fills the air Is it flatus? Just a touch And it makes me think of you |
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from Primus - Brown Album (1997)
He was a might golden boy, as gold as ever seen But when he stepped up to the podium, you could tell that boy was mean His arms was made of nickel, and his forehead made of wood An affidavit from the principal says, "This boy just ain't no good" He stood before the union, and he made a solemn oath Uphold the purity of his creed, the others he would toast He worked nights at the liquor mart, and he drank to pad his pay When caught him liftin' 40's, he shot a boy last May His Momma asked why? His lawyer in the courtroom, made a noble plea And the judge he gave him eighteen months, but he was out in three When asked if he ever felt remorse while sittin' up in that pen He said "Hell no, ya know a thief's a thief And I'd shoot the that fucker again" |
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from Primus - Tales From The Punchbowl (1995)
He stood in line with the rest
And waited got his chance To take his place behind the glass And watch the ladies dance It's the nature of things He stepped into the darkened space The air was thick and warm He drops the coins in one by one The scene unfolds before him He stands looking eye to thigh As she looks down from above Only to be recognized As his former love It's the nature of things |
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