| Song | June 26th, 1999 - Slight |
| Artist | Deep Puddle Dynamics |
| Album | The Taste Of Rain... Why Kneel |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.000] | 作曲 : Deep Puddle Dynamics |
| [00:17.682][Doseone] | |
| [00:19.962] | If I'm out sometimes |
| [00:22.858] | Out there sometimes |
| [00:24.829] | I make a miserable human |
| [00:26.002] | Emptied out and feeling stupid, sterile |
| [00:27.870] | For breathing my choice is stale |
| [00:29.228] | And my arms and legs are falling asleep |
| [00:31.531] | My hosted figure it out is falling asleep |
| [00:33.745] | Everybody wants to wake up penis and |
| [00:36.006] | Get them snacked on the cop at staples rip |
| [00:37.805] | Every line's not perfect punk |
| [00:39.396] | Loaded the gram wrong |
| [00:41.129] | Don't make a difference still hurts |
| [00:42.563] | Being out of minds to stand up and |
| [00:44.818] | Run sour, be small today |
| [00:46.091] | Screams a scarecrow with self-righteous |
| [00:47.428] | Taking so seriously |
| [00:48.646] | Even the big stick it rusts shut |
| [00:50.712] | Water burns off the good catcher as it burns |
| [00:54.103][Sole] | |
| [00:54.328] | We're goin' back to the popcorn |
| [00:55.362] | A la DJ Mayonnaise |
| [00:56.505] | Who's their mesmeriser? |
| [00:57.940]Forgot how to win [at chess and] | |
| [00:59.501] | Prepare dinner table for guests |
| [01:00.648]I hide the [simple ware and eat tourists] | |
| [01:03.125] | It's not nice to point |
| [01:04.291] | You can hit with the wrong reasons |
| [01:05.983] | But I hope you leave convinced |
| [01:07.119] | And no fingerprints or imprints |
| [01:08.265] | I've been here since I sat down |
| [01:09.853] | Disown a talent, and all the people that make a living within its padded walls |
| [01:13.330] | I hate you all |
| [01:13.999] | For not that your like me |
| [01:15.202] | Maybe I'm wrong, but I make the rules |
| [01:17.207] | And break the hearts |
| [01:17.982]If you [want it here] | , I'm down to take |
| [01:19.815] | But I can carry it in my cage |
| [01:20.813] | Show me the paintings |
| [01:21.816]These are [cursive spells] | of recipes |
| [01:23.505] | d**h to the world |
| [01:24.665] | Live forever critically acclaimed |
| [01:26.200] | Forget my name |
| [01:27.337]But please know the [words] | that follow the songs |
| [01:29.657] | For the next years to come |
| [01:33.989][Alias] | |
| [01:37.231] | I cry inside only ‘cause I have no energy to do it on the outside |
| [01:40.073] | I'm tired and grown quite weary, saying |
| [01:42.404] | What the hell's the matter with future not reflecting |
| [01:44.415] | Looking at it in disgust, can you come up with something, anything? |
| [01:47.707][Hook by Sole/Alias] | x4 |
| [01:48.029] | It's like, all alive, we're all gonna die |
| [01:50.267] | Prepare my cocoon when I'm gonna |
| [01:52.478] | Write a Bible |
| [02:07.613][Doseone] | |
| [02:09.613] | The feeling c*nt |
| [02:10.311] | Watch 'em get her clothes up |
| [02:11.145] | And walks out |
| [02:11.909] | Disregard their air in me |
| [02:13.565] | Happiness is dying |
| [02:14.575] | Wishing we downed the entire set |
| [02:16.218] | Walking on my hands and feet |
| [02:17.369] | Jesus say “You like me psalm” |
| [02:19.244] | Whatever happened next and |
| [02:20.438] | I'm not an alien and everything |
| [02:21.493] | Will not be alright |
| [02:23.482] | There is a wrong in every speck |
| [02:25.407] | Longitudinal slum to lay around the world |
| [02:27.860] | Forces your belly bet biting my tongue |
| [02:29.937] | (Biding the time) |
| [02:30.512][Alias] | |
| [02:31.429] | Repeated short buzzes bring me to my disconnected |
| [02:32.956] | Feeling in a 14:40 minute |
| [02:34.366] | Cycle of this |
| [02:35.490] | Perhaps it is this |
| [02:36.534] | That makes my music so depressing |
| [02:38.059] | Or maybe it's the fact I have to travel extensively |
| [02:40.566] | To work with others in my circle |
| [02:41.842] | And as a controlled rain falls into my body |
| [02:43.954] | I ponder the thought that it might be the fact |
| [02:45.895] | That I'm the minority in my city |
| [02:47.172] | Because I don't do Pearl Jam covers |
| [02:49.497] | And as I begin that twenty minute journey |
| [02:51.082] | I think perhaps it's because I must sit in this |
| [02:53.061] | Eight hour constrainer of creativity |
| [02:54.688] | Punching numbers when I should be |
| [02:56.441] | Pushing bu*tons in two thousand ways |
| [02:57.739] | How is it I'm motivated to endure |
| [02:59.151] | Eight hours of pure unadulterated boredom? |
| [03:01.347] | Then sit in front of another computer for |
| [03:03.018] | Four more hours using the same old drum set |
| [03:05.011] | Trying different loops, can't find one to fit |
| [03:07.382] | Maybe this is why I sit in front of a pad of paper, pen in hand with a blank mind |
| [03:11.327] | And I ask myself |
| [03:13.144] | Is the writer's slump the best form of meditation? |
| [03:17.104] | Rhetorical, don't have an answer |
| [03:20.781] | And I also don't expect one |
| [03:24.674][Doseone] | |
| [03:25.122] | One big clock behind the forehead |
| [03:26.325] | Wires hanging out of the keyholes |
| [03:27.420] | Of the back of my spine terminated |
| [03:28.877] | And completely not the same fabric |
| [03:30.760] | As the street should make me humble |
| [03:32.197] | Force in by humidity and all the sponge shop habits (quiet) |
| [03:35.312][Hook] | x4 |
| [03:56.815][Alias] | |
| [03:57.365] | I could easily write those platinum puppets |
| [03:59.072] | But I couldn't fight the gag reflex |
| [04:01.324] | Even if that weren't the case |
| [04:02.334] | I'd look myself in the face of my reflection would probably backhand me |
| [04:05.710] | Placin' my blame on myself |
| [04:07.606][Sole] | |
| [04:08.039][Liver was an island] | |
| [04:08.308] | Pasted over receptacles, my phlegm |
| [04:11.464]My pen, this [wharf] | brings me back |
| [04:13.242] | This pungent tundra metaphorical |
| [04:14.763] | Punching bag, bring around the human autopsy |
| [04:17.373]Skin all torn, dripping on my [citizens of these bells] | |
| [04:20.113] | Bringing thorn, singing songs all alone |
| [04:21.702][I could] | whispering, all I do is weep |
| [04:23.873] | Pity, isn't it? |
| [04:24.760] | If being here is touching myself |
| [04:26.449] | This is literary masturbation to say the least |
| [04:29.192]Slay the beast, [depth in] | |
| [04:30.886] | Swallowing my pride |
| [04:31.934] | We are modern humans |
| [04:32.867]Fashioned in, [harboured] | outside |
| [04:34.518] | The cannon blew out |
| [04:35.656] | All the people left the villages |
| [04:37.175] | Children run the streets and they |
| [04:38.972] | Find new gods to pray to |
| [04:40.285] | New ways to prepare for the coming of something new |
| [04:42.656] | New ways to prepare for the coming of something wonderful |
| [04:45.526] | New ways to prepare for the coming of something new |
| [04:48.182] | New ways to prepare for the coming of something beautiful |
| [04:51.033][Doseone] | |
| [04:51.276] | No little boy, from the makeup |
| [04:52.778] | Is, come on, embarra**ed from the makeup |
| [04:55.142] | Man's uncanny successful by mostly in his |
| [04:57.291] | Capitalist measuring stick, prolific bare a** |
| [04:59.063]Mushing the clover and [then] | the lion's share |
| [05:01.548]My [lunch please] | , got money tree |
| [05:03.081]Or sanction the openings at [plainly] | |
| [05:05.845]Or doing fine, knockin' me [o' and] | |
| [05:07.654][Do it] | my own, Avalon |
| [05:08.989] | Bought sickle stick and golden tinsel |
| [05:10.545] | Valhalla, toasted the Pape |
| [05:12.728] | And there is a circle behind every point |
| [05:14.817] | And I'm a-scared to spread out |
| [05:16.169] | Give back to the rain clouds |
| [05:17.959] | It's me against my tape worms |
| [05:20.090] | It row cross (peace!) still standing |
| [05:23.772] | Die off on doing the hump |
| [05:26.324] | It hurts too real (real, real) |
| [05:28.977][Sole/Slug] | x7 |
| [05:34.293] | Let's get incredible |
| [05:35.948] | Break your face values |
| [00:00.000] | zuo qu : Deep Puddle Dynamics |
| [00:17.682][Doseone] | |
| [00:19.962] | If I' m out sometimes |
| [00:22.858] | Out there sometimes |
| [00:24.829] | I make a miserable human |
| [00:26.002] | Emptied out and feeling stupid, sterile |
| [00:27.870] | For breathing my choice is stale |
| [00:29.228] | And my arms and legs are falling asleep |
| [00:31.531] | My hosted figure it out is falling asleep |
| [00:33.745] | Everybody wants to wake up penis and |
| [00:36.006] | Get them snacked on the cop at staples rip |
| [00:37.805] | Every line' s not perfect punk |
| [00:39.396] | Loaded the gram wrong |
| [00:41.129] | Don' t make a difference still hurts |
| [00:42.563] | Being out of minds to stand up and |
| [00:44.818] | Run sour, be small today |
| [00:46.091] | Screams a scarecrow with self-righteous |
| [00:47.428] | Taking so seriously |
| [00:48.646] | Even the big stick it rusts shut |
| [00:50.712] | Water burns off the good catcher as it burns |
| [00:54.103][Sole] | |
| [00:54.328] | We' re goin' back to the popcorn |
| [00:55.362] | A la DJ Mayonnaise |
| [00:56.505] | Who' s their mesmeriser? |
| [00:57.940]Forgot how to win [at chess and] | |
| [00:59.501] | Prepare dinner table for guests |
| [01:00.648]I hide the [simple ware and eat tourists] | |
| [01:03.125] | It' s not nice to point |
| [01:04.291] | You can hit with the wrong reasons |
| [01:05.983] | But I hope you leave convinced |
| [01:07.119] | And no fingerprints or imprints |
| [01:08.265] | I' ve been here since I sat down |
| [01:09.853] | Disown a talent, and all the people that make a living within its padded walls |
| [01:13.330] | I hate you all |
| [01:13.999] | For not that your like me |
| [01:15.202] | Maybe I' m wrong, but I make the rules |
| [01:17.207] | And break the hearts |
| [01:17.982]If you [want it here] | , I' m down to take |
| [01:19.815] | But I can carry it in my cage |
| [01:20.813] | Show me the paintings |
| [01:21.816]These are [cursive spells] | of recipes |
| [01:23.505] | d h to the world |
| [01:24.665] | Live forever critically acclaimed |
| [01:26.200] | Forget my name |
| [01:27.337]But please know the [words] | that follow the songs |
| [01:29.657] | For the next years to come |
| [01:33.989][Alias] | |
| [01:37.231] | I cry inside only ' cause I have no energy to do it on the outside |
| [01:40.073] | I' m tired and grown quite weary, saying |
| [01:42.404] | What the hell' s the matter with future not reflecting |
| [01:44.415] | Looking at it in disgust, can you come up with something, anything? |
| [01:47.707][Hook by Sole/Alias] | x4 |
| [01:48.029] | It' s like, all alive, we' re all gonna die |
| [01:50.267] | Prepare my cocoon when I' m gonna |
| [01:52.478] | Write a Bible |
| [02:07.613][Doseone] | |
| [02:09.613] | The feeling c nt |
| [02:10.311] | Watch ' em get her clothes up |
| [02:11.145] | And walks out |
| [02:11.909] | Disregard their air in me |
| [02:13.565] | Happiness is dying |
| [02:14.575] | Wishing we downed the entire set |
| [02:16.218] | Walking on my hands and feet |
| [02:17.369] | Jesus say " You like me psalm" |
| [02:19.244] | Whatever happened next and |
| [02:20.438] | I' m not an alien and everything |
| [02:21.493] | Will not be alright |
| [02:23.482] | There is a wrong in every speck |
| [02:25.407] | Longitudinal slum to lay around the world |
| [02:27.860] | Forces your belly bet biting my tongue |
| [02:29.937] | Biding the time |
| [02:30.512][Alias] | |
| [02:31.429] | Repeated short buzzes bring me to my disconnected |
| [02:32.956] | Feeling in a 14: 40 minute |
| [02:34.366] | Cycle of this |
| [02:35.490] | Perhaps it is this |
| [02:36.534] | That makes my music so depressing |
| [02:38.059] | Or maybe it' s the fact I have to travel extensively |
| [02:40.566] | To work with others in my circle |
| [02:41.842] | And as a controlled rain falls into my body |
| [02:43.954] | I ponder the thought that it might be the fact |
| [02:45.895] | That I' m the minority in my city |
| [02:47.172] | Because I don' t do Pearl Jam covers |
| [02:49.497] | And as I begin that twenty minute journey |
| [02:51.082] | I think perhaps it' s because I must sit in this |
| [02:53.061] | Eight hour constrainer of creativity |
| [02:54.688] | Punching numbers when I should be |
| [02:56.441] | Pushing bu tons in two thousand ways |
| [02:57.739] | How is it I' m motivated to endure |
| [02:59.151] | Eight hours of pure unadulterated boredom? |
| [03:01.347] | Then sit in front of another computer for |
| [03:03.018] | Four more hours using the same old drum set |
| [03:05.011] | Trying different loops, can' t find one to fit |
| [03:07.382] | Maybe this is why I sit in front of a pad of paper, pen in hand with a blank mind |
| [03:11.327] | And I ask myself |
| [03:13.144] | Is the writer' s slump the best form of meditation? |
| [03:17.104] | Rhetorical, don' t have an answer |
| [03:20.781] | And I also don' t expect one |
| [03:24.674][Doseone] | |
| [03:25.122] | One big clock behind the forehead |
| [03:26.325] | Wires hanging out of the keyholes |
| [03:27.420] | Of the back of my spine terminated |
| [03:28.877] | And completely not the same fabric |
| [03:30.760] | As the street should make me humble |
| [03:32.197] | Force in by humidity and all the sponge shop habits quiet |
| [03:35.312][Hook] | x4 |
| [03:56.815][Alias] | |
| [03:57.365] | I could easily write those platinum puppets |
| [03:59.072] | But I couldn' t fight the gag reflex |
| [04:01.324] | Even if that weren' t the case |
| [04:02.334] | I' d look myself in the face of my reflection would probably backhand me |
| [04:05.710] | Placin' my blame on myself |
| [04:07.606][Sole] | |
| [04:08.039][Liver was an island] | |
| [04:08.308] | Pasted over receptacles, my phlegm |
| [04:11.464]My pen, this [wharf] | brings me back |
| [04:13.242] | This pungent tundra metaphorical |
| [04:14.763] | Punching bag, bring around the human autopsy |
| [04:17.373]Skin all torn, dripping on my [citizens of these bells] | |
| [04:20.113] | Bringing thorn, singing songs all alone |
| [04:21.702][I could] | whispering, all I do is weep |
| [04:23.873] | Pity, isn' t it? |
| [04:24.760] | If being here is touching myself |
| [04:26.449] | This is literary masturbation to say the least |
| [04:29.192]Slay the beast, [depth in] | |
| [04:30.886] | Swallowing my pride |
| [04:31.934] | We are modern humans |
| [04:32.867]Fashioned in, [harboured] | outside |
| [04:34.518] | The cannon blew out |
| [04:35.656] | All the people left the villages |
| [04:37.175] | Children run the streets and they |
| [04:38.972] | Find new gods to pray to |
| [04:40.285] | New ways to prepare for the coming of something new |
| [04:42.656] | New ways to prepare for the coming of something wonderful |
| [04:45.526] | New ways to prepare for the coming of something new |
| [04:48.182] | New ways to prepare for the coming of something beautiful |
| [04:51.033][Doseone] | |
| [04:51.276] | No little boy, from the makeup |
| [04:52.778] | Is, come on, embarra ed from the makeup |
| [04:55.142] | Man' s uncanny successful by mostly in his |
| [04:57.291] | Capitalist measuring stick, prolific bare a |
| [04:59.063]Mushing the clover and [then] | the lion' s share |
| [05:01.548]My [lunch please] | , got money tree |
| [05:03.081]Or sanction the openings at [plainly] | |
| [05:05.845]Or doing fine, knockin' me [o' and] | |
| [05:07.654][Do it] | my own, Avalon |
| [05:08.989] | Bought sickle stick and golden tinsel |
| [05:10.545] | Valhalla, toasted the Pape |
| [05:12.728] | And there is a circle behind every point |
| [05:14.817] | And I' m a-scared to spread out |
| [05:16.169] | Give back to the rain clouds |
| [05:17.959] | It' s me against my tape worms |
| [05:20.090] | It row cross peace! still standing |
| [05:23.772] | Die off on doing the hump |
| [05:26.324] | It hurts too real real, real |
| [05:28.977][Sole/Slug] | x7 |
| [05:34.293] | Let' s get incredible |
| [05:35.948] | Break your face values |
| [00:00.000] | zuò qǔ : Deep Puddle Dynamics |
| [00:17.682][Doseone] | |
| [00:19.962] | If I' m out sometimes |
| [00:22.858] | Out there sometimes |
| [00:24.829] | I make a miserable human |
| [00:26.002] | Emptied out and feeling stupid, sterile |
| [00:27.870] | For breathing my choice is stale |
| [00:29.228] | And my arms and legs are falling asleep |
| [00:31.531] | My hosted figure it out is falling asleep |
| [00:33.745] | Everybody wants to wake up penis and |
| [00:36.006] | Get them snacked on the cop at staples rip |
| [00:37.805] | Every line' s not perfect punk |
| [00:39.396] | Loaded the gram wrong |
| [00:41.129] | Don' t make a difference still hurts |
| [00:42.563] | Being out of minds to stand up and |
| [00:44.818] | Run sour, be small today |
| [00:46.091] | Screams a scarecrow with self-righteous |
| [00:47.428] | Taking so seriously |
| [00:48.646] | Even the big stick it rusts shut |
| [00:50.712] | Water burns off the good catcher as it burns |
| [00:54.103][Sole] | |
| [00:54.328] | We' re goin' back to the popcorn |
| [00:55.362] | A la DJ Mayonnaise |
| [00:56.505] | Who' s their mesmeriser? |
| [00:57.940]Forgot how to win [at chess and] | |
| [00:59.501] | Prepare dinner table for guests |
| [01:00.648]I hide the [simple ware and eat tourists] | |
| [01:03.125] | It' s not nice to point |
| [01:04.291] | You can hit with the wrong reasons |
| [01:05.983] | But I hope you leave convinced |
| [01:07.119] | And no fingerprints or imprints |
| [01:08.265] | I' ve been here since I sat down |
| [01:09.853] | Disown a talent, and all the people that make a living within its padded walls |
| [01:13.330] | I hate you all |
| [01:13.999] | For not that your like me |
| [01:15.202] | Maybe I' m wrong, but I make the rules |
| [01:17.207] | And break the hearts |
| [01:17.982]If you [want it here] | , I' m down to take |
| [01:19.815] | But I can carry it in my cage |
| [01:20.813] | Show me the paintings |
| [01:21.816]These are [cursive spells] | of recipes |
| [01:23.505] | d h to the world |
| [01:24.665] | Live forever critically acclaimed |
| [01:26.200] | Forget my name |
| [01:27.337]But please know the [words] | that follow the songs |
| [01:29.657] | For the next years to come |
| [01:33.989][Alias] | |
| [01:37.231] | I cry inside only ' cause I have no energy to do it on the outside |
| [01:40.073] | I' m tired and grown quite weary, saying |
| [01:42.404] | What the hell' s the matter with future not reflecting |
| [01:44.415] | Looking at it in disgust, can you come up with something, anything? |
| [01:47.707][Hook by Sole/Alias] | x4 |
| [01:48.029] | It' s like, all alive, we' re all gonna die |
| [01:50.267] | Prepare my cocoon when I' m gonna |
| [01:52.478] | Write a Bible |
| [02:07.613][Doseone] | |
| [02:09.613] | The feeling c nt |
| [02:10.311] | Watch ' em get her clothes up |
| [02:11.145] | And walks out |
| [02:11.909] | Disregard their air in me |
| [02:13.565] | Happiness is dying |
| [02:14.575] | Wishing we downed the entire set |
| [02:16.218] | Walking on my hands and feet |
| [02:17.369] | Jesus say " You like me psalm" |
| [02:19.244] | Whatever happened next and |
| [02:20.438] | I' m not an alien and everything |
| [02:21.493] | Will not be alright |
| [02:23.482] | There is a wrong in every speck |
| [02:25.407] | Longitudinal slum to lay around the world |
| [02:27.860] | Forces your belly bet biting my tongue |
| [02:29.937] | Biding the time |
| [02:30.512][Alias] | |
| [02:31.429] | Repeated short buzzes bring me to my disconnected |
| [02:32.956] | Feeling in a 14: 40 minute |
| [02:34.366] | Cycle of this |
| [02:35.490] | Perhaps it is this |
| [02:36.534] | That makes my music so depressing |
| [02:38.059] | Or maybe it' s the fact I have to travel extensively |
| [02:40.566] | To work with others in my circle |
| [02:41.842] | And as a controlled rain falls into my body |
| [02:43.954] | I ponder the thought that it might be the fact |
| [02:45.895] | That I' m the minority in my city |
| [02:47.172] | Because I don' t do Pearl Jam covers |
| [02:49.497] | And as I begin that twenty minute journey |
| [02:51.082] | I think perhaps it' s because I must sit in this |
| [02:53.061] | Eight hour constrainer of creativity |
| [02:54.688] | Punching numbers when I should be |
| [02:56.441] | Pushing bu tons in two thousand ways |
| [02:57.739] | How is it I' m motivated to endure |
| [02:59.151] | Eight hours of pure unadulterated boredom? |
| [03:01.347] | Then sit in front of another computer for |
| [03:03.018] | Four more hours using the same old drum set |
| [03:05.011] | Trying different loops, can' t find one to fit |
| [03:07.382] | Maybe this is why I sit in front of a pad of paper, pen in hand with a blank mind |
| [03:11.327] | And I ask myself |
| [03:13.144] | Is the writer' s slump the best form of meditation? |
| [03:17.104] | Rhetorical, don' t have an answer |
| [03:20.781] | And I also don' t expect one |
| [03:24.674][Doseone] | |
| [03:25.122] | One big clock behind the forehead |
| [03:26.325] | Wires hanging out of the keyholes |
| [03:27.420] | Of the back of my spine terminated |
| [03:28.877] | And completely not the same fabric |
| [03:30.760] | As the street should make me humble |
| [03:32.197] | Force in by humidity and all the sponge shop habits quiet |
| [03:35.312][Hook] | x4 |
| [03:56.815][Alias] | |
| [03:57.365] | I could easily write those platinum puppets |
| [03:59.072] | But I couldn' t fight the gag reflex |
| [04:01.324] | Even if that weren' t the case |
| [04:02.334] | I' d look myself in the face of my reflection would probably backhand me |
| [04:05.710] | Placin' my blame on myself |
| [04:07.606][Sole] | |
| [04:08.039][Liver was an island] | |
| [04:08.308] | Pasted over receptacles, my phlegm |
| [04:11.464]My pen, this [wharf] | brings me back |
| [04:13.242] | This pungent tundra metaphorical |
| [04:14.763] | Punching bag, bring around the human autopsy |
| [04:17.373]Skin all torn, dripping on my [citizens of these bells] | |
| [04:20.113] | Bringing thorn, singing songs all alone |
| [04:21.702][I could] | whispering, all I do is weep |
| [04:23.873] | Pity, isn' t it? |
| [04:24.760] | If being here is touching myself |
| [04:26.449] | This is literary masturbation to say the least |
| [04:29.192]Slay the beast, [depth in] | |
| [04:30.886] | Swallowing my pride |
| [04:31.934] | We are modern humans |
| [04:32.867]Fashioned in, [harboured] | outside |
| [04:34.518] | The cannon blew out |
| [04:35.656] | All the people left the villages |
| [04:37.175] | Children run the streets and they |
| [04:38.972] | Find new gods to pray to |
| [04:40.285] | New ways to prepare for the coming of something new |
| [04:42.656] | New ways to prepare for the coming of something wonderful |
| [04:45.526] | New ways to prepare for the coming of something new |
| [04:48.182] | New ways to prepare for the coming of something beautiful |
| [04:51.033][Doseone] | |
| [04:51.276] | No little boy, from the makeup |
| [04:52.778] | Is, come on, embarra ed from the makeup |
| [04:55.142] | Man' s uncanny successful by mostly in his |
| [04:57.291] | Capitalist measuring stick, prolific bare a |
| [04:59.063]Mushing the clover and [then] | the lion' s share |
| [05:01.548]My [lunch please] | , got money tree |
| [05:03.081]Or sanction the openings at [plainly] | |
| [05:05.845]Or doing fine, knockin' me [o' and] | |
| [05:07.654][Do it] | my own, Avalon |
| [05:08.989] | Bought sickle stick and golden tinsel |
| [05:10.545] | Valhalla, toasted the Pape |
| [05:12.728] | And there is a circle behind every point |
| [05:14.817] | And I' m a-scared to spread out |
| [05:16.169] | Give back to the rain clouds |
| [05:17.959] | It' s me against my tape worms |
| [05:20.090] | It row cross peace! still standing |
| [05:23.772] | Die off on doing the hump |
| [05:26.324] | It hurts too real real, real |
| [05:28.977][Sole/Slug] | x7 |
| [05:34.293] | Let' s get incredible |
| [05:35.948] | Break your face values |