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| 1. |
| 5:55 | 
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Aisha
We've only just met And I think you ought to know I'm a murderer Babies need blood I have a portrait on my wall He's a serial killer I thought he wouldn't escape Aisha He got out <Musical interlude> We live in a cemetery A cold and damp place And science runs through us Making us Gods The rules are all Wrong Every perversion is justified They honestly believe dead bodies Anything goes around here <Musical Interlude> I still want to to be human again What am I? What am I? I'm a murderer <Mosh bit and funky electro beats, as featured in a Jack Dee program> Aisha I'm confused Aisha I'm vibrating <Being sick> I'm a murderer The Gods all suck <Scream> <Silence> <More scream> |
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| 2. |
| 3:00 |
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Well, you're smoulderin' with fly words
Catch the moment on the run And you say there's nothin' easy About the plywood tract you're from And you stand inside your wind stilts Watch the sentence act begun So you say you lost your baby Don't you know that you're the one? And you stand and watch the trials go From here to there behind the scene Throw your troubles to the moon trolls To swallow up like stormy dreams Take an entrance to a stand-off Looking if there's such a strife And you say you lost your baby Wondering if it's in your life And you fly your flags on Mondays That take a rise and fall in one Ask the questions of the pilgrims That come to pledge what's all that's done Claim a tabernacle hillside Where you'll watch the dyin' sun And you say you lost your baby Don't you know that you're the one? So you say you lost your baby Don't you know that you're the one? So you say you lost your baby Don't you know that you're the one? |
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| 3. |
| 3:52 |
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This is one thing that I was gonna wait a while before we talked about. Maybe we'll talk about it now so you can think about it. Because you all, we all have to make some kind of plans for ourselves. It's a free concert from now on...
But the one major thing you have to remember tonight when you back up to the woods to go to sleep or if you stay here, is that the man next to you is your brother and you damn well better treat each other that way, cause if you don't, then we blow the whole thing, but we've got it right there. What's that spell! "fuck!" What's that spell! "fuck!" What's that spell! "fuck!" What's that spell! "fuck!" What's that spell! "fuck!" "Gimme an "F" "F" "Gimme a "U" "U" "Gimme a "C" "C" Gimme a "K" "K" What's that spell!...? |
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| 4. |
| 6:25 | 
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| 5. |
| 5:38 |
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When you kiss the base of my spine Make my body into your shrine You give me this feeling deep inside One that I can no longer disguise While other snakes just shed their skins Fucked holes pointing out my sins Even though I realise that history's not on my side Even though I realise the pioneer skin still curls up in my eyes If I don't go crazy, I'll lose my mind I saw a life before me but now I'm blind I wanna go to heaven, never been there before I wanna go to heaven, so you give me some more Flying high upon the gallows Too messed up to step out of the shadows A drugged up heart that knows no sorrow Rescued from this deep dark hole Stick on these boots and sharpen the nails Time is nigh for you leather girls Maybe we should end this race Vanish while we cannot leave no trace If I don't go crazy, I'll lose my mind I saw a life before me, but now I'm blind See one-arm film stars on alien beaches Potted gold and tattooed faces Harrison murals on the corner, tupperware boxes full of hops Diazepam dreams there catching streams Paper dinosaurs flash blue and green Still I've got a flash-bulb head Still I've got a flash-bulb head If I don't go crazy, I'll lose my mind I saw a life before me but now I'm blind I wanna go to heaven, never been there before I wanna go to heaven, so you give me some more Come along nice, come along dead Scorpio rising, and paint it red A psychic equalizer in your head Come along nice, come along dead Scorpio rising, and paint it red A psychic equalizer in your head Come along nice, come along dead Scorpio rising, and paint it red A psychic equalizer in your head Come along nice, come along dead Scorpio rising, and paint it red A psychic equalizer in your head A psychic equalizer in your head |
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| 6. |
| 6:00 |
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The lynch mob (?) from
the infinite hole as judged (?) (?) to crucify venus in cinemascope the narcotic preachers are happy high priest the mesmorous the soul auctioneer sells scorpion tightropes while suffer on fear his necropolis uses the scourge of the queer he is married to the truth-incinerator there are hands in my pockets pulling at my spine eggs bearing insects hatching in my mind the stones in my shoes get sharper all the time in the soft sick underbelly in the carcass of these times i fly in my head leaving terminal narcosis a poisoned mind will make you blind beware of trojan horses a dead head, a blunt needle you've broken your wings you've lost your demon drop the bomb, spread the virus marxist priests teach defiance change through violence there are hands in my pockets pulling at my spine eggs bearing insects hatching in my mind the stones in my shoes get sharper all the time in the soft sick underbelly in the carcass of these times you've broken your wings you've lost your demon you've broken your wings you've lost your demon you've broken your wings you've lost your demon demon demon demon demon |
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| 7. |
| 5:10 |
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Back down And touch The door is shut In the end You're just too close There's no-one here There's no-one there I still can't tell Try this And you might find I'm in your face I see your face The air is cold I'm still on hold I still can't tell What's been said Your Hands around my Throat Ask me to let go Your Hands around my Throat Your Hands around my Throat Your Hands around my Throat Your Hands around my Throat Your Hands around my Throat Your Hands around my Throat Your Hands around my Throat Your Hands around my Throat |
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| 8. |
| 6:34 |
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Fuck it man (Funny, man?)
I've been told All that glitter is not gold And gold is not reality, Momma, real is what you laid on me |
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| 9. |
| 5:40 |
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La la la la (repeat throughout song)
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| 10. |
| 4:31 |
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| 11. |
| 8:41 |
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Trapped
It seems to me the main problem my parents don't seem to be any happier for it in fact, they're always arguing discontent, want more than they have |
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| Disc 2 | ||||||
| 1. |
| 5:17 |
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Aisha
We've only just met And I think you ought to know I'm a murderer Babies need blood I have a portrait on my wall He's a serial killer I thought he wouldn't escape Aisha He got out <Musical interlude> We live in a cemetery A cold and damp place And science runs through us Making us Gods The rules are all Wrong Every perversion is justified They honestly believe dead bodies Anything goes around here <Musical Interlude> I still want to to be human again What am I? What am I? I'm a murderer <Mosh bit and funky electro beats, as featured in a Jack Dee program> Aisha I'm confused Aisha I'm vibrating <Being sick> I'm a murderer The Gods all suck <Scream> <Silence> <More scream> |
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| 2. |
| 5:24 |
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Back down And touch The door is shut In the end You're just too close There's no-one here There's no-one there I still can't tell Try this And you might find I'm in your face I see your face The air is cold I'm still on hold I still can't tell What's been said Your Hands around my Throat Ask me to let go Your Hands around my Throat Your Hands around my Throat Your Hands around my Throat x 4 |
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| 3. |
| 5:30 |
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Back down And touch The door is shut In the end You're just too close There's no-one here There's no-one there I still can't tell Try this And you might find I'm in your face I see your face The air is cold I'm still on hold I still can't tell What's been said Your Hands around my Throat Ask me to let go Your Hands around my Throat Your Hands around my Throat Your Hands around my Throat x 4 |
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| 4. |
| 5:11 |
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When you kiss the base of my spine Make my body into your shrine You give me this feeling deep inside One that I can no longer disguise While other snakes just shed their skins Fucked holes pointing out my sins Even though I realise that history's not on my side Even though I realise the pioneer skin still curls up in my eyes If I don't go crazy, I'll lose my mind I saw a life before me but now I'm blind I wanna go to heaven, never been there before I wanna go to heaven, so you give me some more Flying high upon the gallows Too messed up to step out of the shadows A drugged up heart that knows no sorrow Rescued from this deep dark hole Stick on these boots and sharpen the nails Time is nigh for you leather girls Maybe we should end this race Vanish while we cannot leave no trace If I don't go crazy, I'll lose my mind I saw a life before me, but now I'm blind See one-arm film stars on alien beaches Potted gold and tattooed faces Harrison murals on the corner, tupperware boxes full of hops Diazepam dreams there catching streams Paper dinosaurs flash blue and green Still I've got a flash-bulb head Still I've got a flash-bulb head If I don't go crazy, I'll lose my mind I saw a life before me but now I'm blind I wanna go to heaven, never been there before I wanna go to heaven, so you give me some more Come along nice, come along dead Scorpio rising, and paint it red A psychic equalizer in your head Come along nice, come along dead Scorpio rising, and paint it red A psychic equalizer in your head Come along nice, come along dead Scorpio rising, and paint it red A psychic equalizer in your head Come along nice, come along dead Scorpio rising, and paint it red A psychic equalizer in your head |
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| 5. |
| 7:03 |
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| 6. |
| 7:47 |
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La la la la (repeat throughout song)
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| 7. |
| 8:14 |
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| 8. |
| 6:07 |
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| 9. |
| 4:56 |
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| 10. |
| 6:20 |
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| 11. |
| 4:46 |
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| 12. |
| 5:08 |
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