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We took your invitations and shoved them down into your eyesockets one by one |
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Fly on you fat bastards, fly on hot rod classics |
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Out at the ball park or up in your office |
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You're never alone while our work goes on |
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False impressions are your grave |
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Misdirections across the waves |
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Come back around to me |
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[Fly on, fat bastards, fly on, hot rod classics] |
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Vermin shades of AT&T. |
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No one likes to answer questions less than me-myself-a-lees |
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But strength is hard to come by in the freeze. |
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Burial Dub: CRY FI DEM!!!!!!!! |
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Crap went down |
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Hello, young lovers, I have |
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Interceded on behalf |
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Of what frosted golden spirochete? |
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I'm oversee communication lines |
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One-weight prophets |
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Signals ingested with conversion charts |
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Young but not invisible lovers all |
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From pole to pole to soul |
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Vicious businesses aside, you know |
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Send out my agents to mark freeze |
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With fluid "the man who shot women" |
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Full of men that I may seem. |
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Across the planetary shine |
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My loneliness cuts circles |
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Somewhere I wait for dawn |
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She waits strange and whole |
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Old Paris knots |
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Sword swallower's gut |
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Blue blood until the vein is cut |
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That is why I'm living cold |
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Strange that I'm cold |
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Electric spider, radio wire |
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Crawls across the skin |
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At Jimmy West's on Park I can slip right in |
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Direct hits scored |
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With shots in the dark. |
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Just like your friendly astronauts of recent history |
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Jackyl faith launches penetration in controlled trajectories |
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And meanwhile, I haven't got the faintest clue of how to use myself to do the best for you |
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I don't know what to do and you don't know what you're doing. |
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I'd like to thank the thugs on the empire's fringe for letting me work inside like a syphilis, now |
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Move aside or you're twilight |
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What a devilish cut you are |
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Big like the fine fingered side that falls like sheets of rain |
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A sweet or not sweet killer, beautiful or ugly |
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High-fisted sword man |
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And after a while I get the angles strangled and high, man |
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Like you'll never call or write with any frequency to me |
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When the spiral robot monkey come a knockin' upon your sleeping crest |
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When the spiral robot monkey come a knockin' upon your sleeping crest |
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He's gonna drill his monitor into your heaving breast |
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When the monkey satellitus is in your body map |
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When the monkey satellitus is in your body map |
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You're not gonna know all the shadows he shows |
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When zap turns into crap |
