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| I wish I was like you Easily amused Find my nest of salt Everything is my fault | |
| Who they attractin with that line, 'What's your name what's your sign?' Soon as he buy that wine I just creep up from behind And ask what your interests are, who you be with | |
| Zen fascists will control you 100% natural You will jog for the master race And always wear the happy face | |
| Don't take this past the point of no return You don't want this kind of lesson learned When I see red all I need is a reason to throw it down | |
| Lie to me, it doesn't matter anymore It could never be, the way it was before If I can't hold on to you | |
| A gnome named Grimble Grumble. And little gnomes stay in their homes. Eating, sleeping, drinking their wine. | |
| Look, he's crawling up my wall Black and hairy, very small Now he's up above my head Hanging by a little thread | |
| I pray a flowerpot falls from a window sill and knocks you in the head like I'd like to I pray your birthday comes and nobody calls I pray you're flyin' high when your engine stall | |
| Then one day I meet a man, He came to me and said, 'Hard work good and hard work fine, but first take care of head' | |
| Looks the old man in the eye As he spreads his wings and shouts at the crowd In the name of God my father I fly. | |
| These players come to get me 'cause they'd like my behind I can't love my business if I can't get a trick Down on Santa Monica where tricks are for kids | |
| I'm relying on your common decency So far it hasn't surfaced But I'm sure it exists It just takes a while to travel From your head to your fists | |
| Well, ten beers, twenty minutes and thirty dollars later I'm parkin' the beef bus in tuna town if you know what I mean. Got to nail her back at her trailer. Heh. That rhymes. | |
| I am a world before I am a man I was a creature before I could stand I will remember before I forget | |
| I hurt myself today To see if I still feel I focus on the pain The only thing that's real | |
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| Creature core you can't ignore I got a 5000 fingers of dead yeah A Rats are we you can't break free | |
| So whatever it is you puffin on that got you think that you Superman I got the Kryptonite, should I smack him with my d**k and the mic? | |
| Shed a tear 'cause I'm missin' you I'm still alright to smile Girl, I think about you every day now | |
| Due to lack of interest Tomorrow is canceled Let the clocks be reset And the pendulums held | |
| Well, I wake up in the morning Fold my hands and pray for rain I got a head full of ideas That are drivin' me insane | |
| Joker on jack Match on a fire Cold on ice A dead man's touch | |
| You said no strings could secure you at the station. Platform ticket, restless diesels, goodbye windows. I walked into such a sad time at the station. | |
| With just a touch of my burning hand I send my astro zombies to rape the land Prime directive, exterminate The whole human race | |
| I been bad, I been good, Dallas, Texas, Hollywood. I ain't askin' for much. | |
| Mit meinen Händen grab ich tief zu finden was ich so vermißt und als der Mond im schönsten Kleid | |
| You say that money, isn't everything, But I'd like to see you live without it. You think you can keep on going living like a king | |
| Buy it, use it, break it, fix it, Trash it, change it, mail - upgrade it, Charge it, point it, zoom it, press it, Snap it, work it, quick - erase it, Write it, cut it, paste it, sa | |
| I'm no pawn, so be gone, speed on and on Kill the king Tear him down | |
| Yes, I did, I shot her, you know I caught her messin' 'round, messin' 'round town. | |
| Don't scream about Don't think aloud Turn your head now baby Just spit me out | |
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