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Martine is at the piano,a cigarette hanging from her lips" The more I see, the more I do, The more I spit, the more I chew, The more you suck, the more I have to Swallow baby. And when I see the things you do, The more I want the least of you, The more I spit, the more you have to Swallow baby. You think you gotta push it, You think you gotta push it, You think you gotta push to make me Swallow baby. You think you gotta push it, You think you gotta push it, You think you gotta push to make me Swallow baby. And so you think that I'm a freak Because I refuse to sneak Around the back of your dull head is Hollow baby. And maybe you can see me lie Out of your one good eye Around the back of your dull head so Hollow baby Hang Bone? Hang Bone? I don't need yours, 'cos I got one of my own. Hang Bone? Hang Bone? I don't need yours, 'cos I got one of my own. And now I see the things you do It makes me want the least from you, How does it suck for you to have to Swallow baby So maybe you can see me lie, Out of your one good eye Around the back of your dull head so Hollow baby. Swallow baby X4 You think you gotta push it, You think you gotta push it, You think you gotta push to make me Swallow baby. You think you gotta push it, You think you gotta push it, You think you gotta push to make me Swallow baby. Hang Bone? Hang Bone? I don't need yours, 'cos I got one of my own. Hang Bone? Hang Bone? I don't need yours, 'cos I got one of my own. |
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| 2. |
| 3:47 |
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You've never seen what I could do. Like run a mile and jump hoops too And ruin everything for you Could make me smile if you want to Duckin' and divin' skippin' and skivin' Between the shit and the shovel, The ass lick and the grovel and God Oh what a Lo |
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| 3. |
| 5:04 |
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Why can't I feel things that I'm supposed to
Why can't I steal Why can't I see what I have to do To make it real I laugh when you die I cry when it feels good And I scream because I want to Somethin' tells me I've been here before Somethin' tells me I've |
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| 4. |
| 8:24 |
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All I can see is what I've fried And all the world in your black eye. I'll run in circles all the time I'll gather up all that is mine, Into the room inside my head, The walls are black, the roof is red. And fiery like a volcano I wear it like a massive halo This pretty speckled length of twine That's wrapped around your neck is mine. A ruby rose, stiffed and froze is what I give to you I'll run in circles all the time I'll gather up all that is mine, Into the room inside my head, The walls are black, the roof is red. If I could taste your salty head, And pick the dead hair from your eyes, Let your smell the sweet despise, Those peaks and throughs, guts for a valley, Are a dead sean in my back alley, How tall and wide you have to get, How big and dark and badly lit, And if I said I did, would you believe me, And I showed you gold, would you see through me And if tomorrow didn't come, Would you? I'll run in circles all the time I'll gather up all that is mine, Into the room inside my head, The walls are black, the roof is red. I'll run in circles all the time I'll gather up all that is mine, Into the room inside my head, The walls are black, the roof is red. I'll run in circles all the time I'll gather up all that is mine, Into the room inside my head... |
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| 5. |
| 6:27 |
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Fit to burst I'm in love, No, no , no you silly girl Fist, a brick in my hand, A hole, hole, hole, you silly man I didn't mean to make this mess This paper muscle in my chest And stolen thrist won't be my end, But then I was here first Hand - hole - heart - girl - bleeding I didn't mean that last word, No, no , no you silly man I can't help myself I try,try, try and then I Crack it split to see inside, I run because I can't abide This tiny meat in my hand and the pound, pound, pound, of your bleeding heart Hand - hole - heart - girl - bleeding heart Hand - hole - heart - girl - bleeding I crack it split to see inside I run because I can't abide This tiny meat in my hand And the pound, pound, pound, of your bleeding heart Hand - hole - heart - girl - bleeding Hand - hole - heart - girl Couln't find the right word to say, say, say, you silly girl I drink a hole in my head it makes me think I have it all I didn't mean to make this mess This paper muscle in my chest This pound of flesh will be my end but then it was mine first Couldn't find the right words Couldn't find the right words |
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| 6. |
| 4:18 |
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Fool, what is your name Should I hang my head in shame When you say your name is mine When you say your name is mine I could fill your shoes If my mouth of useless words won't do Would you say those words were mine X4 Leech in my belly suck on me daddy-oh Would you say those words were mine Oh the mess you've made If one word equalled one hatchet blade Would you say that blade was mine X4 Leech in my belly suck on me daddy-oh Fool, how up is high If a mountain dropped me out of the sky Would you say its mess was mine X8 Leech in my belly suck on me daddy-oh |
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