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In the time of chimpanzees
I was a monkey butane in my veins so i'm out to cut the junkie with the plastic eyeballs spray paint the vegetables dog food stalls with the beefcake pantyhose kill the headlights and put it in neutral stock car flamin' with a loser and the cruise control baby's in Reno with the vitamin D got a couple of couches sleep on the love seat someone keeps sayin I'm insane to complain about a shotgun wedding and a stain on my shirt don't believe everything that you breathe you get a parking violation and a maggot on your sleeve so shave your face with some mace in the dark savin' all your food stamps and burnin' down the trailer park yo cut it Soy un perdedor I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me double barrel buckshot Soy un perdedor i'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me Forces of evil in a bozo nightmare banned all the music with a phony gas chamber cuz one's got a weasel and other's got a flag one's on the pole shove the other in a bag with the rerun shows and the cocaine nose job the daytime crap with the folksinger slop he hung himself with a guitarstring slap the turkey neck and it's hangin' from a pigeon wing if you can't write if you can't relate trade the cash for the beef for the body for the hate and my time is a piece of wax fallin' on a termite who's chokin' on the splinters Soy un perdedor I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me get crazy with the cheeze whiz Soy un perdedor I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me drive by body pierce yo bring it on down I'm a driver I'm a winner things are gonna change I can feel it Soy un perdedor I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me I can't believe you Soy un perdedor I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me Soy un perdedor I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me Sprechen sie Deutches, baby Soy un perdedor I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me |
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| 2. |
| 3:15 |
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tonight the city is full of morgues and all the toilets are overflowing there's shopping malls coming out of the walls as we walk out among the manure that's why I pay no mind I pay no mind I pay no mind give the finger to the rock 'n' roll singer as he's dancing upon your paycheck the sales climb high through the garbage-pail sky like a giant dildo crushing the sun that's why I pay no mind sleep in slime I just got signed so get out your lead-pipe pipe dreams get out your ten-foot flags the insects are huge and the poison's all been used and the drugs won't kill your day job...honey that's why I pay no mind I pay no mind I pay no mind that's why i pay no mind [x7]
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| 3. |
| 3:41 |
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I ain't got no inclination give away my sweet sensation sleepin in an old toolshed scumbag cryin' on his pillow when you wanna be with me, then we will see who's fuckin' with my head hey hey hey hey fuckin' with my head hey hey hey hey found myself in New Orleans with a scarecrow in my jeans beat my forehead through the ceilin' drank my coffee with a hubcap...yeah when you want to be with me, then we will see who's fuckin' with my head no no no no fuckin' with my head hey hey hey hey devil's got your pantyhose on his head oh yeah, and he's robbin' me but all I got is cornbread well, you turn my body into a crutch and now I'm limpin' all over when I feel your touch...oh yeah Oooh... Oooh...rode up on my check-out boots runnin' wild on the bayou now talkin' on a walkie-talkie credit card glued to my hand...feels good when you wanna be with me, then we will see who's fuckin' with my head hey hey hey hey no no no no fuckin' with my head make me feel like an asshole I ain't got no soul I ain't got no soul no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no
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| 4. |
| 3:28 |
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one more time..) I was born in this hotel washin' dishes in the sink magazines and free soda tryin hard not to think lay it on to the dawn everything we done is wrong I'll be lonesome when I'm gone lay it on to the dawn she can talk to squirrels...oh, ho yeah comin' back from the convalescent home...oh... starin' at sports cars.................. .................cryin' rattlesnake on the ceilin' gunpowder on my sleeve I will live here forever with the ocean and the bees lay it on to the dawn everything we done is wrong I'll be lonesome when I'm gone lay it on to the dawn lay it on to the dawn[x3]
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| 5. |
| 3:57 |
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I got a job making money for the man throwing chicken in the bucket with the soda pop can puke green uniform on my back I had to set it on fire in a vat of chicken fat I leaped on the counter like a bird with no hair running through the mini mall in my underwear I got lost downtown couldn't find a ride home sun went down I got frozen to the bone 'til a hooker let me share her fake fur coat as I took a little nap the cops picked up us both I tried to explain I was only trying to get warm I knew I never ever should have burnt my uniform he said 'too bad, better bite the bullet hard son' I didn't have no teeth so I stole his gun and I crawled out the window with my shadow on a spoon dancing on the roof, shooting holes in the moon get busy, get busy, you know it I ain't gonna work for no soul suckin jerk I'm gonna take it all back and I ain't sayin jack I ain't gonna work for no soul suckin jerk I'm gonna take it all back and I ain't sayin jack standing right here with a beer in my hand and my mouth is full of sand and I don't understand fourteen days I been sleeping in a barn better get a paycheck tattooed on my arm whistlin dixie with the dixie cup filled with the barbecue sauce and the dental floss chill big fat fingers pointing into my face telling me to get busy cleaning up this place I got bent like a wet cigarette and she's coming after me with a butterfly net ridin on a bloodhound ringing the bell black cat wrapped in the road map to hell pencil on my leg and I'm trying not to beg taking turns bakin worms with the bacon and eggs well they got me in a bird cage flappin my jaw like a pretzel in the stars just waitin to fall so give me what I got to get so I can go cause I ain't washin dishes in the ditch no more and I ain't gonna work for no soul suckin jerk I'm gonna take it all back and I ain't sayin jack and I ain't gonna work for no soul suckin jerk I'm gonna take it all back and I ain't sayin jack
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| 6. |
| 2:55 |
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Come on, motherfucker. Put your clothes on, come on You lousy puke Fuck you!!! Why don't you call your mommy? You're a fucking drunk! Yeah, I'm a fucking drunk! Come on, motherfucker! but you're a lousy lowlife who can't do nothin' for himself acid casualty with a repossessed car Vietnam vet playin' air guitar it's just the shit-kickin', speed-takin' truck-drivin' neighbors downstairs yeah...yeah whiskey-stained buck-toothed backwoods creep grizzly bear motherfucker never goes to sleep it's just the shit-kickin', speed-takin' truck-drivin' neighbors downstairs oh, yeah...yeah belly floppin' naked in a pool of yellow sweat screamin' jackass with a wet cigarette it's just the shit-kickin', speed-takin' truck-drivin' neighbors downstairs oh oh, my goodness oh... mmm... psychotic breakdown double-edged axe growin' hair like a shag rug on his greasy back it's just the shit-kickin', speed-takin' truck-drivin' neighbors downstairs oh my goodness oh my goodness oh, yeah come on, honey, feel the grease grease, grease come on, honey, feel the grease oh, my goodness come on, honey, feel the grease oh yeah come on, lay it on me bring it down one more time come on, honey...
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| 7. |
| 4:18 |
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touch me on the inside with a finger full of famine wanna get you on the sofa later; wanna shake and bake me? bucket full of blood got you on my mind gonna break my face on the sweet sunshine bucket full of blood got you on my mind gonna break my face on the sweet sunshine I wanna get up off the floor I wanna run to the devil and get me some more I wanna get up off the floor I wanna run to the devil and get me some more barroom !?!?! full of bread with a horse-whip ???? screamin we are strong and ??????? grab your wine, tell me where you been with the violin time and the moon gettin' thin grab your wine, take me where you been with the violin time and the moon gettin' thin I wanna climb up off the rug I wanna swing through the city on a wreckin' ball I wanna climb up on the wall I wanna swing through the city on a wreckin' ball lay onto the dawn and on your plentiful sensation cause the town is full of sound and I killed my last relation got a bucket full of blood got you on my mind gonna break my face on the sweet sunshine got a bucket full of blood got you on my mind gonna break my face on the sweet sunshine I wanna get up off the floor I wanna run to the devil and get me some more I wanna get up off the floor I wanna run to the devil and get me some more
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| 8. |
| 4:00 |
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Alcohol on my hands I got plans to ditch myself and get outside dancing women throwing plates decapitating their laughing dates swirling chickens caught in flight out of focus much too bright coming down shiny teeth game show suckers trying to bleed but I got a drug and I got the bug and I got something better than love How you like me now pretty good going on,feeling strong I quit my job blowing leaves telephone bills up my sleeves choking like a one man dustbowl freedom rock slimeball talking in code we went down lit up the shack grab me a beer out of the sack everybody bent over twice painting the walls throwing some dice leaping up into the air getting juiced up beyond belief and they were singing like this winos throwing Frisbees at the sun put my soul between a bun now I'm hungry now I'm drunk now I'm running like a flaming pig oh yeah scraping off the attitude old man eating all my food don't be kind don't be rude just shake your boots and let it all get loose oh yeah my goodness fluffy clouds jumping rainbows fluffy clouds I'm sad jumping rainbows a soft and snuggly place [x2] winos throwing Frisbees at the sun put my soul between a bun now I'm horny now I'm drunk now I'm running like a flaming pig oh yeah scraping off the attitude old man eating all my food don't be kind don't be rude just shake your boots and let it all get loose oh yeah my goodness oh yeah, I like it like that oh that is cold somebody put a flame-thrower on that oh my goodness take me down to the depot buddy put me down on the bus oh yeah I like it like that somebody bring me a plate of sassafrass hey hey hey uh-huh what's happenin'
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| 5:34 |
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Put me in a hole in the ground With the money and the towel And the women learnin' to bow Can't complain about the mess Momma killed her only dress Now she's longin' for the pants Watch my troubles all unwind Drinkin' gasoline and wine Catchin chill up the storm On the train they cannot feel Lost my head beneath the wheel Now she steals my body home The trees are fake, the air is dead The birds are stuffed with poison lead And the ground is much too clean And if it's only me who's scared Strap me into the 'lectric chairs Ring the moon like a broken bell When she drags you from the hill Daddy's gonna burn down the still We can watch it from the rooftop Ooh... [etc...] Lay into the fryin' pan Now she kisses her own hand With the fiddle on the fire I took a leap into the fog Sleepin' on a hollow log Now I'm coughin' with no mouth You can keep yourself inside But you know you cannot hide When the devil's your only friend mmmmmmmmmm......
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| 2:55 |
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she took me off my guard with disappointment I got sucked inside of her apartment she's got dried-up flowers, flaky skin a beaded necklace and a bottle of gin she's a nightmare hippy girl with her skinny fingers fondlin' my world she's a whimsical, tragical beauty self-conscious and a little bit moody it's a new age let-down in my face she's so spaced out and there ain't no space she's got marijuana on the bathroom tile I'm caught in a vortex, she's changin' my style she's a nightmare hippy girl with her skinny fingers fondlin' my world she's a whimsical, tragical beauty uptight and a little bit snooty oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh she's a magical, sparklin' tease she's a rainbow chokin'' the breeze yo, she's bustin' out onto the scene with nightmare bogus poetry she's a melted avocado on the shelf she's the science of herself she's spazzing out on a cosmic level and she's meditating with the devil she's cooking salad for breakfast she's got tofu the size of Texas she's a witness to her own glory she's a never-ending story she's a frolicking depression she's a self-inflicted obsession she's got a thousand lonely husbands she's playin' footsie in another dimension she's a goddess milking her time for all that it's worth
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| 2:05 |
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hey, mr. asshole, what's your big hassle sitting in your castle, judging everyone you're acting like it's chill when the deal's getting ill why don't you break your face on my head? everyone's out to get you, motherfucker [x4] trying to annoy ya, total paranoia everything I do is to try to fuck you up screw chum chewin the house of spasm trucks drove on the situation, dude everyone's out to get you, motherfucker [x7]
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| 12. |
| 7:36 |
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windy, windy
looking for a better home got me, got me runnin' out of lightbulbs cloudy, cloudy open to a wastecan yellow car, yellow car better be inside there wake up, wake up nothin's gonna harm you glass wall, glass wall standin' on the furniture little boy, little boy layin' on a sleeping bag watching, watching through the cracks of his eyelids stranger, stranger feeling on a broken stone (???) lost him, lost him standin' on the orange chairs alphabet, alphabet can't afford a telephone black hole, black hole nothin's gonna harm you |
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