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I got my head checked
By a jumbo jet It wasn't easy But nothing is, no When I feel heavy metal And I'm pins and I'm needles Well I lie and I'm easy All of the time But I'm never sure when I need you Pleased to meet you I got my head done When I was young It's not my problem It's not my problem When I feel heavy metal And I'm pins and I'm needles Well I lie and I'm easy All of the time But I'm never sure when I need you Pleased to meet you Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Oh, yeah |
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| 2. |
| 4:02 |
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I got the licence I got dirty knees I've been swinging in trees A paid up member I've been eating fleas Running naked in the breeze Catatonia itch Catalonia stitch Oh, I've been running for miles I start to tingle from my head to my toes Oh, tomorrow it's a taint on the nose hetty hetty hetty hetty oh it뭩 a taint on the nose Get out of cities, return to the trees, yeah yeah Get out of cities, return to the trees, yeah yeah Get out of cities, return to the trees, yeah yeah Get out of cities, return to the trees She's in a sort of A capital freeze Cos the petrol's done a whole lot for me Catatonia itch Catalonia stitch Pray tomorrow is it-chy itchy itch Go to yourself on your map Get out of cities, return to the trees, yeah yeah Get out of cities, return to the trees, yeah yeah Get out of cities, return to the trees, yeah yeah Get out of cities, return to the trees Get out of cities, return to the trees, yeah yeah Get out of cities, return to the trees, yeah yeah Get out of cities, return to the trees, yeah yeah Get out of cities, and return to the trees Get out of cities, return to the trees, yeah yeah Get out of cities, return to the trees, yeah yeah Get out of cities, return to the trees, yeah yeah Get out of cities, and return to the trees |
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| 3. |
| 2:45 |
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Now I fall to the ground
I can't get up, well never mind I know you'll pull me up by my bones And say I'm sand to polished stone Today's gone and it won't be long Before we fall asleep and forget what we've done We won't get up cos today is fun We're alone Now you bite my tongue And when the alcohol's gone I won't feel a thing So you can't carry on Today is gone and it won't be long Before we fall asleep and forget what we've done We won't get up cos today is fun We're alone It's numb It's numb It's numb |
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| 4. |
| 6:33 |
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Coming from your eyes
No more selfish lies It's an awful week Marry me in jeans There's nothing on the wall In the bitter hall The neon lights are on That's where my bitter gone Man alive Man alive Man alive Man alive Adrenalin is weak Shifting as we speak And the beers flow down Ritual underground And it seems to change Weather, it's a game The neon lights are on Stellar we'll take off Man alive Man alive Man alive Man alive Man alive Man alive Man alive Man alive |
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| 5. |
| 5:07 |
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Beetlebum
What you done She's a gun Now what you done Beetlebum Get nothing done, (aiii - ai-ooo) You beetlebum Just get numb, Now what you done Beetlebum And when she lets me slip away She turns me on and all my violence is gone Nothing is wrong I just slip away And I am gone Nothing is wrong She turns me on I just slip away and now I am gone Beetlebum Because your young She's a gun Now what you done Beetlebum She'll suck your thumb (aiii - ai-ooo), She'll make you cum Coz she's your gun Now what you've done Beetlebum He's on, he's on, he's on it He's on, he's on, he's on it He's on, he's on, he's on it He's on, he's on, he's on it... |
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| 7. |
| 4:59 |
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Yeah, I found no where
It got to know me Let me sleep all day Spent the money I haven't felt my legs Since the summer And I don't call my friends Forgot their numbers VIP 223 Had my chances Or did they have me I'll stay up nights Watch TV I'm country sad I'm a ballad man I'm on the comeback road Yeah, I'm a blizzard And in my motor home Sweat on my pillow all night I'm a ballad man... |
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| 8. |
| 4:26 |
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Holy man tiptoed his way across the Ganges.
The sound of magic music in his ears. Videoed by a bus load of tourists. Shiny shellsuits on, and drinking lemonade. Now, I've got a funny feeling which I bought mail order. From a man in a tee-pee, California. Said he once was that great game show performer. Then he blew all his money away, he blew it all away. So take me home, don't leave me alone. I'm not that good, but I'm not that bad. No psycho killer, hooligan guerilla I dream to riot, oh you should try it. R.E. Perot, get gold card soul. My joy of life is on a roll. And we'll all be the same in the end. Then you're on your own. Then you're on your own. Well, we all go happy day-glo in the disco. The sound of magic music in our brains. Someone stumbles to the bathroom with the horrors Says Lord, give me time, for I've jumped into space I'm in outer space.......................... |
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