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In the time of chimpanzees I was a monkey
butane in my veins and 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 came in 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? Soy un perdedor I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me? Forces of evil on a bozo nightmare ban all the music with a phony gas chamber 'cuz one's got a weasel and the 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 of the folksinger slob he hung himself with a guitar string a slab of turkey-neck and it's hangin' from a pigeon wing 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 that's chokin' on the splinters Soy un perdedor I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me? (get crazy with the cheese 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) soooooooyy.... (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? (Schprechen sie Deutches, baby) Soy un perdedor I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me? (Know what I'm sayin'?) |
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All my days I had moldy bread
Robot brains and the flying airplanes Hollowed out, and filled with dust Rocking like a hurricane under the rug Bored to the core on a sunken boat A worn out candle and a plastic coat A ziploc bag, a pelican bone A perfect, stupid, cardboard reject Overfed, electric comatose Riding in the air, invisible socks A broken blanket, flaming sawdust Waking up in the shadow of a piece of dirt Gonna fly like a dog Gonna leap right out the wall Gonna walk around this town with a can of whiskey Gonna run like a bird Gonna roll out in the dirt Gonna run around this town with a phone machine Yellow cat laying flat on the road Molten lead shooting out the ground Tinfoil witch burning under the bridge Flap your wings and leap out the window Put a glass eye in the eyes of God Nuke the kids, Polaroid cupcake Take it to the limit, new wave biscuit Camouflage gimmick, wimp out like never before Gonna jump like a flag Gonna burn like a pig Gonna flap around and pass out on the kitchen floor Gonna crawl like a rock Gonna dance like a worm Gonna take my shoes right off and smell my socks Fly like a squirrel Gonna swim like a chicken Gonna weedwack a plate of noodles in the afternoon Gonna melt like a weasel Gonna fry like a kid Gonna get my walkie talkie and some mustard and some mayonnaise And a mermaid and some macaroni, bricks And some telephone wires and phone machines And a |
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Alcohol leavin' me dry
Now it is time for pie Takin' them as they come Alcohol, please give me some If I stay in the same place The animals will lick my face Soak in the dawn of day Rollin' my body away Alcohol leavin' me dry Now it is time for pie Takin' them as they come Alcohol, please give me some |
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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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My friend picked me up about quarter past five
We stopped and got some donuts and we took a little drive We had a can of nitrous, we rolled the windows up Now we're breathing deeply, breathing deeply And there's a fume in this truck And I don't know if we're dead or what the fuck There's a fume in this truck And I don't know if we're dead or what the fuck or what We spent many years always trying to get high And there's a fume in this truck And I don't know if we're dead or what the fuck There's a fume in this truck And I don't know if we're dead or what the fuck or what Well, we got a good idea, so we pulled off the road Got some Molly Hatchet going on the stereo I said, "Let's roll up all the windows and let the nitrous go." Now we can't stop laughing, can't stop laughing And there's a fume in this truck And I don't know if we're dead or what the fuck There's a fume in this truck And I don't know if we're dead or what the fuck Or what the fuck is going on? There's a fume in this truck And I don't know if we're dead or what the fuck There's a fume in this truck And I don't know if we're dead or what the fuck |
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