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Gossip Wolf
03:26
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Oh! You sly, sly, animal you,
You made me know what its like,
To carry your heavy voice,
It's not like I had a choice,
Oh! You sly animal you,
You made me know what its like,
To shake hands with the thorn in my side,
To tongue kiss a knife,
Oh! you sly sly animal you.......
.....you are not the gossip wolf.........
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Nimue
02:03
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Gun shell shadow,
Clink on concrete,
I smell of bonfire,
I've eared my defeat,
And I'm the putrid moonlight,
In your puerperal vision,
I am the salt mine,
I'm your favorite bad decision,
Remember the Alamo,
And I'll always be the blister,
On your index finger,
I'm your cigarette sister,
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Break
03:36
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Sleepwalking on a tightrope,
They say I'm a misanthrope,
Comatose I pull at the fray,
Grasping for the right thing to say,
CHORUS: But when am I going to break?.......
...............I feel my body shaking......
All the altos in swing,
But I am another thing,
I've got pistol hands,
The key of D for a one man band,
CHORUS:
"So let's all tap the table,
To produce soft drumming sounds,"
Said the boar to the loaded barrel,
And the well fed hunting hounds,
CHORUS:
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Raccoon King
01:46
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Raccoon King, Raccoon King,
I remember your ladle,
Your ladle,
And your robbers mask,
Your trash can, your trash can,
And how you always found fish heads,
Raccoon King, Raccoon King,
I'm not dead,
Raccoon King, Raccoon King,
I remember your braces, shoe laces,
And designer briefs,
Raccoon King, Raccoon King,
When did you grow to be--
Famous, so famous?
you're not dead,
Raccoon King, Raccoon King,
Stay out of my garbage,
It's unclean, it's unclean,
And you're a pretty one,
Raccoon King, Raccoon King,
Marble-stone or grannet?
Raccoon King, Raccoon King,
I'm not dead....you're not dead...we'rem not dead........yet....
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5. |
Slow Mutiny
03:05
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The fog is but a colt in the minister's layer,
And I'm gettin the shakes cause I'm feelin kinda scared,
And through the choppy waves of the shark infested sea,
I can see you planning a slow mutiny,
CHORUS: ( I'm having ...)Thoughts of violence......
I cant anticipate where the lightning will strike,
Is it really all just nerves, or should I really take a hike,
I'm another piece of falling debris; a pure shade of slow mutiny
CHORUS:
The sky is suspicion in a trench coat,
That blows clouds gently over the moon,
To hide his skill at cosmic geometry,
But I can still see you planning a slow mutiny,
CHORUS:
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Dead Youth/Gravedigger
05:04
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I think I need a cigarette, but I don't smoke,
Wanna taste black blizzard choke,
Wanna live some place desolate,
Death youth wont have none of it,
Dead youth are falling down the hill,
Break the bone and take the pill,
Dead you are wearing paper crowns,
Looking for a drum to pound,
...Take me to the Grave digger.................
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7. |
Basement Music
01:49
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8. |
All Hail Agent Orange
02:54
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All hail Agent Orange!
Merciful and kind,
King of the colour spectrum,
But he will rob you blind,
All hail Agent Orange!
Warrior of peace,
He'll break down the door at your party,
And close it when he leaves,
Do you believe in heaven?
Does it really matter if you do?
The one thing I really want to know,
Is: Does Heaven believe in you?
All hail Agent Orange!
You know he's coming for you,
Keeper of justice,
And warrior for the truth,
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All the altos in swing,
But I'm another thing,
I've got pistol hands,
The key of D for a one man band,
Do you know the cobbler?
His guffaw and his rabbits paw?
I'll be the robber,
Of milk and silk and the sod,
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I once broke the universe,
And left you in stitches,
You burned me with dead alder leaves,
And other wicked witches,
CHORUS: And all I need's a confidant........Saturday night renaissance...
My bonfire made smoke signals,
To the people on the beach,
Telling them that I'm doing fine,
But always out of reach,
CHORUS:
St. John left the burner on,
St. Joan wants to stay at home,
Chanting incantations of,
The Blood, the body, and marrow bone,
CHORUS:
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