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Hit it one more,
time for our men in uniform with a price upon their heads.
This is a war.
Sober up.
You call it what you want, the color changes up in the suny
Not throwing stones at you anymore.
Your name's in lights and I don't wonder anymore.
Anymore.
All my X's live with hexes.
This is why I hang,
myself with jealousy upon a fencepost half mast.
Fashion: War between the guilty and the guilty and the guilty and the guilty and the teens
Not throwing stones at you anymore.
Your name's in lights and I don't wonder anymore.
Anymore.
Oh yea, i would like to die like mice do.
I'm crying in the beer of a drunk man.
I'm crying.
I'm crying.
Crying.
Not throwing stones at you anymore.
Your name's in lights and I don't wonder anymore.
Anymore.
Yea, i'd like to, yea id like to die like fucking mice do.
I'm crying in the beer of a drunk man.
I'm crying in the beer of a drunk man.
Fashion.
Fashion.
Buy it.
Load it.
Shoot it.
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Mr. Shiver, I'm glad you sent a line
Euphoria's endearing
But it's cold, so we might as well retire
To the drawer where all used things resign
Mr. Shiver in the river
You were sold, you were told
I do, if we make it over the mountain
Dressed in leather, with ball-involved attire
The most ironic place to be is easy, yeah
Between my finger and the blade
Right before I let the used resign
Mr. Shiver in the river
You were sold, you were told
I do, if we make it over the mountain
You might lose the one you chose
You might lose who won you
Times ten
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Many ways
Many days
Many faces down the line
When people whisper, it makes her nervous
It's you from the airport
Addressing most littlest
In several days, I just might prove worth it
So after all, after all
They let you decide
After all, after all
They let you decide
Anyways
Anyway
Walk the wire, wonder why
When people whisper, it makes her nervous
And it's you from the airport
Addressing most littlest
Several days too late to unearth it
So after all, after all
They let you decide
After all, after all
They let you decide
We are the most impassioned ugly people
Ugly people
Ugly people, say
So after all, after all
They let you decide
After all, after all
They let you decide
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Yeah, it's over,
You can bet in mid October I will still be ranting 'bout most early May.
Yeah, he's a winner,
He's a goddamn sinner,
While he dines I'm on the wrong side of the day.
And I said, "I don't understand why I'm fumbling after"
You're the reason i cannot forget this season
Or the letter when you first referred to it.
And I said...
It's all calypso,
But it's not easy to know.
You walk around with your shoulders down, frowning,
It's not easy to know.
Yeah, it's over,
You can bet when mid-October ends
I'll still be ranting 'bout most early May.
So yeah, he's a winner,
He's a goddamn sinner,
While he dines I'm on the wrong side of the day.
And I said, "I don't understand why I'm fumbling after"
Yeah, you're the reason I cannot forget this season
Or the lesson how an ape shall not kill ape.
And I said...
It's all calypso,
But it's not easy to know.
You walk around with your shoulders down, frowning,
It's not easy to know.
It's just a tango,
But it's not easy to choke.
I walk around with my horns down now,
But it's not easy to know.
And I,
I'm going under.
You can't trust a man who's a governor,
Ape can't trust man.
You can't trust a man with a gun at all,
Ape can't trust man.
You can't trust man.
It's all calypso,
But it's not easy to know.
You walk around with your shoulders down, frowning,
It's not easy to know.
It's just a tango,
But it's not easy to choke.
I walk around with my horns down now,
But it's not easy to show.
How could you heal if you don't ease back the blame?
Knowing you're right, won't you heal?
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You like to carry my heart in a bag that's broken
You're asking when do I stop, when the bottle's empty?
Blacker than my father's soul, drunk enough to raise us all
Pink, pink
Roses, roses
Nomad drowning rat black, black
So black you can't even grasp the fact
Blacker than a beggar's soul, rich enough to raise us all
Lead with your need as God descends
Pink, pink
Roses, roses
Cold in the ground, what gets me this down?
The smell of magnesium, the smile of a clown
I want to drink you
Scare you
Fuck you and film you
Pink, pink
Roses, roses
And if it ain't sold
Platinum or gold
This'll be the biggest liar that had lived
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If it makes you, it takes you I don't want to
If it makes you, scared in the bare anyway
If it makes you, I don't want to see your face when you feel not alive
You're lying in bed, with the pride of a lion
You are there, you are there?
You're shrewd enough to be underlined
You are there, you are there?
A world premiere.
If it makes you, it takes you I don't want to
If it makes you, stare in the bare anyway
If its the last thing you do...
If its the last thing you do...
If its the last thing you do,
Plagerize.
You're lying in bed, with the pride of a lion
You are there, you are there?
If your shrewd enough to be underlined
You are there, You are there?
A world premiere.
You're lying in bed, with the pride of lion
Are you there? are you there?
You're shrewd enough to be underlined
You are there, you are there?
Mother said to me, "Take my advice please".
And stand for one second up off your knees.
We are not the competition
But we strive, we strive, to be number one.
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Lay down in this latrine in nailbomb,
In the city of Molotov,
In the province of gun,
In a whole off the highway
In the land of two suns.
Sometimes I get pissed
When
My blow goes like a quickie in the snow
But I'm sure I'll go down inside.
I chew the thorn when midnight gets too long
in the seed of a bastard
Alone in the sun for sticking it in too long.
On the feet of a dragon.
Some night's the wind pipe's covered in dope.
I pray it be covered in a rope.
Me, me, me.
Grief, grief, grief.
Beat the heat.
Grunt fuck.
Grin fuck.
Push her in the snow fuck.
The dope fiend splashes gash like a nailbomb.
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i'm not impressed, I guess i'm not impressed
with which dialect, which dialect marches best
and who reaches heaven in what order
when our kids are baptized in mortar.
it's a shame that our messiahs move their pawns
from different mountains
and we're left to dance these bodies 'round the fountain.
if a leader preaches worship to the sheep within the valley,
who'll be riding in a tank that says "just married"?
i'm not impressed, I guess i'm not impressed
with which dialect, which dialect marches best
we found that ultimately you can make it snow in the summer.
contrary to what you believe we oscillate and vary speed.
the food in jail is sulphury.
how do inuits spell relief?
summer's trudging closer and a flurry of white as well.
it's the heart of nuclear winter and I'm scared as hell.
it's a shame that our messiahs move their pawns
from different mountains
and we're left to dance these bodies 'round the fountain.
if a leader preaches worship to the sheep within the valley,
who'll be riding in a tank that says "just married"?
it's a shame that i (shame that i)
it's a shame that i (shame that i)
a shame that i
shame
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I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish
A round and about..
Down the line I'm heir
To throne nowhere.
I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish
A mountain of doubt down the line I'm heir
to throne nowhere.
I'm scared.
Cause,
Here's where the train ride ends.
Screaming, "is this your decision?"
We were the best of friends,
I'll go nowhere.
This isn't where,
This isn't where I found you
"Life is such a ball I run the world from city hall"
And I own you all.
In this,
In this Holiday Inn..
Well,
Welcome back race fans, it's Cavalcade sport time again.
Here at the jamboree,
Home of the hits.
How you doing Bob?
It's the last stretch
And my heart.. my heart stays in the lead
And we see first, second behind my heart is my mind
Third behind my mind is my body.
Fourth behind my body is my soul
And my heart stays in the lead.
Coming around the stretch..
That was a good one Bob.
No dutch.
"Home is where the heart it is..."
"on the bus!"
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Put the needle to the record,
And hit me with your style.
Soon enough I'll learn to unload my mouth.
Can you say it's getting blacker?
The vibe up in this place.
When I displaced, what made me turn my face?
Can't wait.
I can't wait.
I jumped ship to a burning sow
Had a ball.
Atom bomb.
It was quite a dirty habit,
When the last thing I do
Has a swine slewn,
Down Martyr avenue.
Am I driftwood, or hosana? I'm knee-deep in disease.
I'm a body
Laid anonymously on the beach, girl.
On the beach.
I jumped ship to a burning sow
Had a ball.
Atom bomb.
I jumped ship to a burning sow
Had a ball.
Atom bomb.
I jumped ship to a burning sow
Had a ball.
Killed a shark in there.
I jumped ship to a burning sow
Had a ball.
Atom bomb.
Denial is a river in Egypt.
Dvision is a reunion in the south.
Soon enough I'll learn to...
Denial is a river in Egypt.
Allusive as the communion in my mouth.
Soon enough I'll learn to...
I jumped ship to a burning sow
Had a ball.
Atom bomb.
I jumped ship to a burning sow
Had a ball.
Atom bomb.
Tell the one
About the man who dug
holes so deep
he lost sight of his word.
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i smell the sound of a growing gash
with pop sensibilities.
KQED is a tune that equals you.
i feel
hallelujah
i fail.
bulemia
i'm frail.
salting the back of a snail.
my turkish prison is knowing I fit in.
feeding time
an old friend of mine
at the leper zoo.
que sera
erotic hurrah
it's cool.
be cool.
sailor scent.
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I am caligula
Gluttun of gluttons
Men over women,
Man over woman,
The whore over man.
And I'm..
not ashamed to admit
I'ts not enough to say
"I love all of you"
And I'm aroused
You lie here, you lie here.
We are ok in a misguided sadist way
We are ok.
We are ok in a disabled veteran's way
We are ok.
Can I ever begin to imagine
The terrible
Itch in mine
It haunts your mind.
A family of five
The end of mine.
I died with wolves again.
I travel with thieves again
And I...
What did I teach you?
What did I teach you?
You're lying, you're lying
We are ok in a misguided sadist way
We are ok.
We are ok in a disabled veteran's way
We are ok.
So don't confuse why we put you here
Or your automation for individuality
A notch on my belt is how you shall exist
A notch on my bedpost is how you shall exist
And no more no less for the common good
That's you, American womanhood
That's you,
American womanhood.
It haunts your mind
It haunts your mind.
We are ok in a misguided sadist way
We are ok.
We are ok in a disabled veteran way
We're so cold.
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This is a new garden over old flowers.
And old makes old jokes take on the feel of the lore.
And new lips are cradled sense of humor,
So don't waste wishes on him.
Wish that one day they'd figure out how to shrink stars and i could keep one in my bedroom.
And wish that me and her could grow old together.
And wish that in my next life I come back as a tiger.
These are fun wishes. In about seven minutes you can start.
'Til then, you'll just listen to the radio from seat's edge.
As if then it's the look on your face. As if,
as if then you'll matter,
And then I can't wait.
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