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It's shit
You wouldn't ever wanna kiss it It's own mother doesn't miss it It's shit It's an art You know the devil's getting smart Just pull a string I'll play the part It's an art It's the same game I don't feel sane I've not found a club I'd want to join It's shit You wouldn't ever wanna kiss it It's own mother doesn't miss it It's shit It's an art You know the devil's getting smart Just pull a string I'll play the part It's an art It's the same game I don't feel sane I've not found a club I'd want to join It's shit It's shit |
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| 2. |
| 3:34 |
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Standing high on beacons hill
Oh looking down on patton's pill Oh, top notch hop scotch Hodgey podge Welcome to the western lodge Moriah Death will seem sir, real soon In the sunshine afternoon Kings and pawns are jumping lawns For mary kay and lemon grass prawns Think top notch hop scotch Marky mark Welcome to the western lark Moriah Frankincence and checkerboard squares can Hardly live with peoples stares Kings and pawns are jumping lawns For mary kay and lemon grass prawns And top notch hop scotch Hodgey podge Welcome to the western lodge Moriah |
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| 3. |
| 3:11 |
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Where are you now?
Where are you now? My fallen star Where are you now? Where the light we lost is found To turn us all around Where are you now? Where are you now? You're underground Where are you now? Where the light we lost is found To turn us all around |
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| 4. |
| 2:36 |
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Time to burn again
Fire for my friends Time for your shift to end I'm back to jack again Realistic crunchilicious Everything is suck suspicious Mindless times I'm feeling lazy Turn me on and let's go crazy Dress me up and uniform me Let's pretend like you don't bore me Time to burn again Fire for my friends Fear is in m.i.a. All that doubt this may Kiss my ass man |
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| 5. |
| 3:53 |
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Take a shot at the clown
Don't worry he's down His life is a joke Can't hurt you he's broken He prayed once to god God gave him the nod "just do like you do We're lauging at you" Hahahaha Take a shot at the clown Don't worry he's down His life is a joke Can't hurt you he's broken Can't hurt you he's broken Don't worry he's broken Don't worry he's broken Apart Gods on the roof cast a shadow No living proof from the sun Remember when mothballs were candy You wouldn't take shit from no one |
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| 3:14 |
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Mae come and play
On the crimson alter Bring all you sing And your deadly sting Bring me all your burning hours Bring me all your burning passed Child say it wild On the crimson alter Bring all you sing And your deadly sting Fly sing it high Can you hear me calling Out to the power Of your hour glass Bring me all your burning hours Bring me all your burning passed |
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| 4:00 |
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Shiva dancer
Poison's the answer What killed the spider? Why the fly eat the fly Oh my oh my Why the fly eat the fly Oh my oh my Evil tracers Scanners and lasers Teacups and tasers aw Magic potions Thoughtless notions We'll get oceans Why the fly eat the fly Oh my oh my Why the fly eat the fly Oh my oh my We don't say what we mean We don't fly with the fold Light the night with the fire From your soul Shiva dancer Poison's the answer What killed the spider? Why the fly eat the fly Oh my oh my Why the fly eat the fly Why the fly eat the fly Oh my oh my Why the fly eat the fly Why the fly eat the fly Oh my oh my |
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| 8. |
| 0:55 |
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God is an illusion
Created by god Created by god The worlds in revolution Created by god Created by god God is an illusion Created by god Created by god The worlds in revolution Created by god Created by god God is an illusion Created by god Created by god The worlds in revolution Created by god Created by god God is an illusion Created by god Created by god The worlds in revolution Created by god Created by god God is an illusion Created by god Created by god |
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| 9. |
| 2:33 |
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Angel you hypnotize me
You hypnotize me Like the sun setting right behind me Right beside me The moon turning blue in the blue Its not true Its not true Angel you mystify me You mystify me Hypnotize me every time Where'd you put my poisoned mind Release me Low and lonely High as kites When do you think We'll get it right Release me The sun is setting strange tonight When do you think We'll get it right |
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| 10. |
| 3:23 |
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Calling Dr. Carrion
Our hearts are in our mouths Traffic's moving much too fast We can't move north or south Calling Dr. Carrion Calling Dr. Carrion Calling Dr. Carrion Or anyone in white I think its time you Meet your neighbor How about late tonight Calling Dr. Carrion Our life is in your hands Connect me to your torture machine Give it all you can Calling Dr. Carrion Calling Dr. Carrion |
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| 11. |
| 2:36 |
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The milk is sour and the words profound
The babes in the woods are all cowlic bound Dreams are nixed Blessings are mixed And the road to the slaughterhouse Soon to be fixed The tide falls back with the bones it's found The night sits waiting because the world is round All good things lost in time Now the audience dozes at the drop of a dime The milk is sour and the words profound The babes in the woods are all cowlic bound The tempo's false The boymilk waltz Has the ushers in the aisles doing sommersaults |
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| 12. |
| 2:56 |
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I am the ghost that flews
Down highway 62 I make the shadows crawl I lift you when you fall Eli Eli How lost am I In your lover's sky We're all alone in time Someone has cut the line And if we fade away We were never meant to stay Eli Eli How lost am I? In your lover's sky In your lover's sky Walk the night by you lover's side In your lover's sky In your lover's sky In your lover's sky Eli Eli How lost am I? In your lover's sky In your lover's sky Walk the night by you lover's side In your lover's sky In your lover's sky Eli Eli How lost am I? In your lover's sky In your lover's sky In your lover's sky |
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| 3:00 |
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Three dancers on the ceiling
One red one black One reeling that she was just An also ran And she's never coming back down It's my forked tongue that kisses you All us devils misses you Let the fire quiet you Let the choir carry you home It is you who sings the lonely song That fills my hand I drive along Into the heart of dawn |
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