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Mind to motion. Know the notion. |
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Notion! Know shun, No. no - shun.... |
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Nightime passes - sleep man in the valley. |
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Is a discount two-penny with no vampire flock. |
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As you can tell, I'm from a basic stock. |
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I get vexed an' wanna beat the world with a pork chop. |
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Off beat ... lost the key* and can't find it. |
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Representation of the spit in the grit. |
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The devil on my shoulder keep tellin' me shit. |
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Constantly got me feeling like I'm losin' my grip. |
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Whats'on in my head - I tried fight back the hate. |
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I look into the mirror - see the face of a mistake. |
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Should I really be here, should I really exist? |
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Should I take these drugs? Should I get so pissed? |
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I dedicate this to the tippler crew. |
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Getting drunk, playing punk on the stylophone. |
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The zone of coasters. coastin' far. |
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Pissin' in a bottle while drivin' in the car. |
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Lager lout rap, do you dig my niche? |
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Toke' he tune off on the pipes of peace... |
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Cruff-neck scout you know we bought and about. |
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They major hope in a time o' deep doubt. |
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We's feelin' the feelin' of knowing the feeling and |
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Lovin' the feeling cuz it feels so crisp... |
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Posse on cue they'mouf{?} we jump an' twist |
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Each and every time we catch a style like this ... |
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Hither to ... bear witness. { tra la la la } |
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To the Birth... { tra la la la } |
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Of the Brute ...{ tra la la la } |
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And furthermore { tra la la la } |
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Of the brute { tra la la la } |
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Sing .. brute away .. { tra la la la } |
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Stone the Crows my hands {Aunts} stay giddy. |
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I dance with hippy chicks more madder than lizzy |
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I could never understand all the hoorah fuss. |
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Until my drink got spike with a spoon of moondust. |
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Dancin' into the night - into the day! |
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Within my soul abhorred {aboard} the slow decay. |
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Singin' yippe-yie-yeay - tribal flashback |
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Back to square one - sound o' Drum. |
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The tongue of the book - the look of the crooked. |
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Purple lord please - run come save me... |
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I don't wanna live until I'm dying to die. |
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My types o' heaven is a good clean supply. |
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Love for my tiddly-whack. |
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Bliss for the todger. More jolly than roger. |
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With a wad of pink notes ... singin' |
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One rums, two rums,three rums, four. |
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Drink five rums and we fall on the floor. |
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{tra la la la } Hither to! Bear Witness ... |
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The brute! {tra la la la } |
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The birth of the brute .. {tra la la la } |
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And furthermore {tra la la la } |
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The Brute .. shall stay .. Brutish! |
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Yes ... Yes ... and Furthermore ... Yes. |
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The Brute live ... The brute love ... |
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The brute know ... Brute .. away ... |
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Brute .. ality ... Brutism .. The brute! |
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* [or kid or slang for 'kilo'?] |
