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You're a freak of nature
You are a siamese You are in a pickle jar For all the world to see Watching the sleeping man Watching the sleeping man Watching the sleeping man Watching the sleeping man You are a guarded secret In a government home But now they come to see you By the busload |
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| 3:34 |
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Built a king on compliments
Charisma and advertisements Still they see him shimmer ephemeral It ain't supernatural Or maybe Out of body experience I flew around the little room once On intravenous Demerol It weren't supernatural Sudden smell, certain view Sparks a whoppin' case of the deja vu Is it inexplicable It ain't supernatural Or maybe |
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| 2:52 |
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When I ran off and left her
She wasn't holding a baby She was holding a bottle And a big grudge against me I tried to learn from the psychiatrist How to stay calm and minimize risk But I should've kept all those appointments I'm gonna need em I'm coming disjointed When I ran off and left her I didn't look backwards Till I was halfway to Chattanooga On the Atlanta connector That's when I started flashing On the little things that she did All her little sayings and I started to wig I should've kept all those appointments I'm gonna need em I'm coming disjointed |
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| 4:07 |
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There's so many ghosts out there on these streets
I always hate to ponder who's under those sheets Every little thing is temporary If I stay here any longer I'll end up very very scary It's just a general freak that is boiling in me I'm terrified what it's gonna dislodge I done shit everywhere that there is to eat Guess it's time for me to get the fuck out of Dodge I bent over backwards to misbehave It's a holy wonder I just didn't flip on over into an early grave I showed my behind so frequently My dear old mother she can't even recognize me |
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| 2:20 |
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Cross my heart and cross my eyes
Stick a needle in my thigh Drop kick my unscrewed lid And fiddle fiddle fiddle fiddle fiddle with what's inside A rusty mass of machinations Still I'm vying for the right vaccination I make a masterful selection like Louis Pasteur Certain I've found at least a temporary cure If there's one thing I've learned in this chemical world It's very very very very very little is pure My gluefoot sticks, I wrestle with it I try to skedaddle but my gluefoot is fixed If they'd give me a shovel in this communication age Maybe I'd have kept my mouth shut and done something today I want to blame democracy and it's inherent lies I want to blame my heritage for my leisurely demise Everybody wants to wear the cleats Everybody wants to be Dominique I want to be someone separate from me I want to have a sustained feeling My gluefoot sticks, I wrestle with it I try to skidaddle but my gluefoot is fixed |
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| 3:28 |
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she said it, she should know
She'd by told by, she knows She'd been through it, quantity What can I say, I do what I can Get that panic pack She's been to Rome yes When they so it so as they do Oh, Lordy mercy I think it's quantity I am what I am, I am what I believe Bad on the head Like a mad man Belligerent |
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| 3:12 |
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Rave and rant in yer old Foster Grants
I can see my billowy reflection You're a giant You're a giant A little late night caching A tender moving soul shake With all light diffused You'll wake up butch and bruised Butch and bruised Straight lines As the stork flies Ooh straight lines As the stork flies, As the stork flies Naughty, naughty fatalist Naughty, naughty Naughty, naughty fatalist Naughty fatalist, naughty fatalist An elderly woman on a fashionable couch Cane on the carpet tapping as she expounds Tapping, tap tapping A little late night caching A tender moving soul shake With all light diffused You'll wake up butch and bruised Butch and bruised Butch and bruised |
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| 4:43 |
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You're a freak of nature
You are a siamese You are in a pickle jar For all the world to see Watching the sleeping man Watching the sleeping man Watching the sleeping man Watching the sleeping man You are a guarded secret In a government home But now they come to see you By the busload |
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| 2:20 |
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I'm so sorry
You had to kick my ass You said I ruined your life I didn't mean to do that I had to untangle Where we was entwined It was strangling me Were you breathing so fine? The jam I was in When things weren't working out Led me to the brunt Of your swinging bout I'm so sorry I regret everything But what can I do To have you take back that swing? I'm so sorry A scuffle ensued But things are much better now I guess thanks to you The jam I was in When things weren't working out Led me to the brunt Of your swinging bout I'm so sorry You had to pull my hair I had to take care of business A lot of business giving there |
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| 2:38 |
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She's so musical
Look at her dance in a flurry Who gets to lead Do know it's not Arthur Murray Emasculate me with your biology Bend me, break me, I'm worthless One wicked brand from your torturous hand You laugh when I tell you, you're gorgeous She has an answer for everything She's so smart in the raw And well educated That's a double fisted draw Cotton breathes between her cheeks Spin me, weave me, I'm willing One finger prick, I know I'll take sick She'll chalk up a killing She's so fashionable She's a Nazi when she's shopping Wholly democratic You should see who she's been bopping Emasculate me with your biology Break me, bend me, I'm worthless One wicked brand from your torturous hand You laugh when I tell you, you're gorgeous |
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| 3:03 |
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Help me mama, for I have grinned
Save me daddy from where I'm goin' Call out to me from the ages beyond Help me remember how to be good How to continue when I feel I really shouldn't How to remember how to be good How to continue when I feel I really shouldn't Help me granddaddy to see the swans Strike me granny with your golden pump Teach me now what I could never learn before How to remember how to be good How to continue when I feel I really shouldn't How to remember how to be good How to continue when I feel I really shouldn't Teach me Great Uncle to hear the talk Show me Aunt Avis with your ageless chalk Scratch it out for me on my cloudy retina How to remember how to be good How to continue when I know I really shouldn't How to remember how to be good How to continue when I know I really shouldn't How to remember how to be good How to continue when I feel I really shouldn't ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By VIC CHESTNUTT <i>Lyrics © BUG MUSIC</i> |
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| 4:40 |
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Well we blew past the army motorcade-and
It's abnormal load haulage the gravity of the situation Came on us like a bit of new knowledge the bubbliest bubble bath Broke down on the bank the gravity of the situation Is why our old thought bubbles sank humble And gracious the gravity of the situation Well, a fat hungry english crow is picking at a badger carcass The gravity of the situation is hard to focus and harness well, We met Bill Lowery at the Queen's Hal lthe gravity of the situation Became apparent to us all Humble and gracious the gravity of the situation |
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