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Paw print marks leave a telltale sign
There's a furry friend loose and committing a crime
Takes no precaution leaving the fold
For the placid casual have remote control
Fuzz clogs up my video
What do we do now?
Now we are free again
Freetown rocked in Sierra Leone
When Valentine Strasser danced his way to the throne
Gunpowder smoke took a heavy toll
But they weren't placid casual so they lost control
Fuzz clogs up my video
What do we do now?
Now we are free again
Fuzz clogs up my video
What do we do now?
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It's not where you're from
It's not where you're at
It's not where you've been
It's where you're between
It's not what you've been
It's not what you've seen
It's where you're between
It's not what you've seen
It's where you're between
La la la la x5
Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!
La la la la
Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!
From A to Bee
Then onto Cee
Don't stop the journey
'Til you get to Zee
'Til you get to Zee
There's nothing to see
Don't stop the journey
There's nothing to see
Don't stop the journey
Every time I look around me everything seems so stationary
It just sends me the impulse to become reactionary
Spell it out, rip it up, rearrange it, on the contrary
If I scream it I mean it, I hope you will understand me
Wooh!
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Clarity just confuses me
The lines drawn on a map
A strange assembly
When there's northerners in southerners
And westenders in eastenders
And sunny days in January
Left spaces in my diary
But the demons never need to know
What the demons never got to see
As we fall in and out of line
Stay in touch now for a while
Because the demons never need to know
What the demons never got to see
As we fall in and out of line
Stay in touch now for a while
Coz I know that
Apathy only ruined me
Hanging around waiting for calamity
And by the year four million
Our skins will be vermilion
I own a dartboard memory
So I'll forget any felony
But the demons never need to know
What the demons never got to see
As we fall in and out of line
Stay in touch now for a while
But the demons never need to know
What the demons never got to see
As we fall in and out of line
Stay in touch now for a while
Coz I know that you know that we know they don't know what's going on
And the demons never need to know
What the demons never got to see
As we fall in and out of line
Stay in touch now for a while
But the demons never need to know
What the demons never got to see
As we fall in and out of line
Stay in touch now for a while
But the demons never need to read
What we never got around to write
A flirt with mediocrity
Comes with a heavy penalty
But the demons never need to read
What we never got around to write
A flirt with mediocrity
Comes with a heavy penalty
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She's got spies and they're looking out for me
But it's not like the KGB it's just a game we play
She's got hooks meant for catching fish at sea
And she's casting them out and about to catch me unaware
She's got spies, but it's not quite like the KGB, you see
She's got spies, but it's not quite like the CIA, no way
She's got spies, but it's not quite like the MI6, sixty-six
She's got spies, but it's not espionage that makes her tick
And when the siren's singing I'll think a thought of you
She's got eyes and they're lodged in the back of her head
And she can see three-sixty degrees without turning around
She'll sometimes cry after watching the six o'clock news
And if the four-minute warning chimes we'll hide here underneath the desk
She's got spies, but it's not quite like the KGB, you see
She's got spies, but it's not quite like the CIA, no way
She's got spies, but it's not quite like the MI6, sixty-six
She's got spies, but it's not espionage that makes her tick
And when the siren's singing I'll think a thought of you
She's got spies, but it's not quite like the KGB
She's got spies, but it's quite like the CIA
And when the cold war's over
The springtime thaw will flower
And when the siren's singing
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Dormant vices turned on their devices
Now she's raising money for the sex appeal
And when she grazed her knees upon the Astroturf
All her blood turned green as the TV screamed
Whatever you want to do, do it now and pay later
Whatever you want to say, say it now and pay later
Whatever you want to clean, wash it now and go later
Whatever you want to do, do it now and pay later
Coz it's no problem if you play it cool
Things are different if you act the fool
The electric mistress always sounds so bold
She says I'm free to do anything I'm told
I check the latest newsflash it's sensational!
I feel so seduced tell me to reproduce
Whatever you want to do, do it now and pay later
Whatever you want to say, say it now and pay later
Whatever you want to pray, pray it now and pay later
Whatever you want to do, do it now and pay later
Coz it's no problem if you play it cool
Things are different if you act the fool
Whatever you want to do, do it now and pay later
Whatever you want to say, say it now and pay later
Whatever you want to clean, wash it now and go later
Whatever you want to do, do it now and pay later
Coz it's no problem if you play it cool
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Hermann loves Pauline and Pauline loves Hermann
They made love and gave birth to a little German
(Hermann loves Pauline and Pauline loves Hermann)
They call him MC? because he raps like no other
(Hermann loves Pauline and Pauline loves Hermann)
An asthma sufferer like Ernesto Guevara
(Hermann loves Pauline and Pauline loves Hermann)
Too much Monte Cristo Number Four
(Her and I believe)
Pass the ventolin I need some more
(There's so much more)
We have ways of making you think
(To do)
We have ways of making you think
(Than to be just a two point)
We have ways of making you think
(Four family)
We have ways of making you think
(Sanity)
We have ways of making you think
(Personality, ahaha)
They told me over a drink
They never noticed him at school they tell me
He kept himself to himself
He used to sit and stare up at the ceiling
Hermann loves Pauline
They never noticed him at school they tell me
He suffered poor health
He used to vacantly stare out the window
Feeling under?
Why do you do what they tell you?
Marie Curie was Polish born but French bred (French bread!)
Of course she ended up dead from radiation
Slow invisible suffocation
Down the twenty-four hour garage or any service station
I lead my life in a quest for information
Sensurrounded by pies and books
Middle-aged drivers and deranged cooks
They never noticed her at school they tell me
She kept herself to herself
She used to sit and stare up at the ceiling
Hermann loves Pauline
They never noticed her at school they tell me
She suffered poor health
She used to vacantly stare out the window
Feeling under?
Why do you do what they tell you?
They never noticed her at school they tell me
She kept herself to herself
She used to sit and stare up at the ceiling
Hermann loves Pauline
They never noticed him at school they tell me
He suffered poor health
He used to vacantly stare out the window
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Chupa chupa chupacabras chupacabras chupacabras (X2)
Have you heard about the bat?
Eats your goat and then your cat
Soon enough you will not smile
When it comes you'll run a mile!
It says:
Soy super bien soy super super bien soy bien bien super bien bien bien super
super!
Soy super bien soy super super bien soy bien bien super bien bien bien super
super!
From Mexico it came to me
I saw it down in Miami
It vamps in and out of style
When it comes you'll go loco!
It says:
Soy super bien soy super super bien soy bien bien super bien bien bien super
super!
Soy super bien soy super super bien soy bien bien super bien bien bien super
super!
Chupa chupa chupacabras chupacabras chupacabras (X2)
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
Soy super bien soy super super bien soy bien bien super bien bien bien super
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Nei di dorri fy ngwallt yn hir?
Will you cut my hair long?
Reit i lawr at fy nhin
Right down to my arse
Nei di dorri fy ngwallt yn hir?
Will you cut my hair long?
Reit i lawr at fy nhin
Right down to my arse
Fydd neb yn eistedd wrth fy ymyl
No-one will be sitting next to me
Pan dwi ar y bws
When I'm on the bus
Nei di dorri fy ngwallt yn hir?
Will you cut my hair long?
A paid a geund dim ffys!
And don't make a fuss!
Nei di dorri fy ngwallt yn hir?
Will you cut my hair long?
Dros fy eiliau
Over my eyelashes
Nei di dorri fy eiliau
Will you cut my eyelashes
Dros nghlustiau?
Over my ears?
Os yw'r dyfodol yn y fantol
If the future's in the balance
Na'i ddim clywed dim!
I won't hear a thing!
Nei di dorri fy ngwallt yn hir?
Will you cut my hair long?
Pam lai? Pam ddim?
Why not? Why not?
Nei di
Will you
Siswrn! Nei di dyfu fy ngwallt, pan dwi tyfu fyny, tyfu fyny?
Scissors! Will you cut my hair, when I'm growing up, growing up? (X4)
Nei di dorri fy ngwallt yn hir?
Will you cut my hair long?
Reit i lawr at fy nhin
Right down to my arse
Nei di dorri fy ngwallt yn hir?
Will you cut my hair long?
Reit i lawr at fy nhin
Right down to my arse
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Icy waters flow between us
In shelf life shock in the morning
I see rivers split to deltas
And trickle into the ocean
With my bow and my arrow
I will aim towards my atlas
And where I hit I'll go
And in my chosen location
I will croon a sorry sermon
And tune my bass to D.E.A.D.
Ooooh
Live volcanoes turn to craters
When their egos turn into spacedust
Teleport me from this vacuum
I've some contraband information
With my bow and my arrow
I will aim towards my atlas
And where I hit I'll go
And in my chosen location
I will croon a sorry sermon
And tune my bass to D.E.A.D.
Ooooh
La la la la la la
Just get out of my space! (X8)
With my bow and my arrow
I will aim towards my atlas
And where I hit I'll go
And in my given location
I will croon a sorry sermon
And tune my bass to L.U.V.?
Ooooh
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Stuffed to the eyeballs with God knows what
You're a conversational hazard
Talking so quickly with so much ease
I think you might have just snorted a blizzard
Oh! Won't you tell it to someone else?
And we'll go down a different river
And we'll see where it carries us
Meet me at the muster station
And if the ship's going down we'll swim for the ground
Come on, come and join us here
Living a lie when I'm lying here
I've got windswept eyes in the morning
Doesn't improve as the day goes on
You got a shagpile perm in the evening!
If I could only make out the door
And we'll go down a different river
And we'll see where it carries us
Meet me at the muster station
And if the ship's going down we'll swim for the ground
Come on, come and join us here, here, here, here
If I could only make out the door!
If I could only make out the door!
If I could only make out the door!
If I could only make out the door!
(Slowly down a different river)
If I could only make out the door!
(Slowly down a different river)
If I could only make out the door!
(Slowly down a different river)
If I could only make out the door!
(Slowly down a different river)
If I could only make out the door!
(Slowly down a different river)
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There are people who think, and people who don't
And the people who don't are the ones who have most
There are people who lie, and others who'll cry
And the people who lie are the ones that get by
In the corporate rush to devour the new
We'll be losing our friends who will number but few
Position yourself on another mans cruise
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They don't care about
You and me
Obviously
No not us
We're the mountain people
So far away from those
Tree lined streets
Look so neat
Not for us
No fat chance
We're the mountain people
They seek us in the valley
They'll seek us on the plain
They own the milk and runny honey
And they're not quite the same
And we
Live together under
Fantasy
Oak trees
In the dark
We make sparks
So unique
We're the mountain people
Curiosity comes to
Plead with me
Vanity
Strangles me
Pulls me
Shakes me down
We're the mountain people
They seek us in the valley
They'll seek us on the plain
They own the milk and runny honey
And they're not quite the same
Because
They don't care about
You and me
Obviously
Hand-me-down
Culture
Waiting for the vulture
Yes-yes-yes
We're the mountain people
Hibernation comes so early
This year
Dig the peat
Pile it high
Let it dry
One last chance at ignorance
No fat chance
We're the mountain people
One short blast was
Followed by
Two longer ones
Short blast
Long blast
Coming for the outcast
Put me in a deep freeze
And I'll sneeze
We're the mountain people
From a distance
I can see them
Pacing
Upstream
Slowly
Ruthlessly
Onwards
Steady
Nets and cages
Open
Ready
Long term memory
Soothes me
Worry
Take me
Break me
Any way you fancy
Deep freeze put me in it and I'll sneeze, a
Deep freeze put me in it and I'll sneeze, a
Deep freeze put me in it and I'll sneeze, a
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