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Dive |
| Jeez....Us!.....Jeez!
Pick me, pick me, yeah
Let a long, long signal
At least, at least, yeah
Everyone is hollow
Pick me, pick me, yeah
Everyone is waiting
Pick me, pick me, yeah
You can even pay them
Pain
Dive (x3)
Dive in me
Dive (x3)
Dive in me
Dive in me (x3)
Kiss this, kiss that, yeah
Live alone, lone single
At least, at least, yeah
You could be my hero
Pick me, pick me, yeah
Everyone is waiting
Hit me, hit me, yeah
I'm real good at hating
Pain
Dive (x3)
Dive in me
Dive (x3)
Dive in me
Dive in me (x3)
Dive (x3)
Dive in me
Dive (x3)
Dive in me
Dive (x3)
Dive in me (x6)
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Sliver |
Mom and dad went to
a show
They dropped me off at Grandpa Joe's
I kicked and screamed, said please don't go
Grandma take me home (x8)
Had to eat my dinner there
Mashed potatoes and stuff like that
I couldn't chew my meat too good
Grandma take me home (x8)
She said, well, don't you start your crying
Go outside and ride your bike
That's what I did, I killed my toe
Grandma take me home (x8)
After dinner, I had ice cream
I fell asleep and watched TV
I woke up in my mother's arms
Grandma take me home (x19)
I wanna be alon
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Stain |
Well he never bleeds
and he never fucks
And he never leaves cause he's got bad luck
Well he never reads (reeks?) and he never rusts
And he never sleeps cause he's got bad luck yeah
I'm a stain (x4)
Well he never bleeds and he never fucks
And he never leaves cause he's got bad luck
Well he never reads (reeks?) and he never rusts
And he never sleeps cause he's got bad luck yeah
I'm a stain (x4)
I'm a stain (x4)
Well he never bleeds and he never fucks
And he never leaves cause he's got bad luck
Well he never reads (reeks?) and he never rusts
And he never sleeps cause he's got bad luck yeah
I'm a stain (x8)
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Been a Son |
She should have stayed
away from friends
She should have had more time to spend
She should have died when she was born
She should have worn the crown of thorns
She should have been a son (x4)
She should have stood out in the crowd
She should have made her mother proud
She should have fallen on her stance
She should have had another chance
She should have been a son (x4)
She should have been a son (x4)
She should have stayed away from friends
She should have had more time to spend
She should have died when she was born
She should have worn the crown of thorns
She should have been a son (x4)
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Turnaround |
Take a step out of yourself
And turn around
Take a look at who you are
It's pretty scary
So silly
It is revolting
You're not much
If you are anything
Take a step outside the city
And turn around
Take a look at what you are
It is revolting
You're really nowhere
So wasteful
So foolish
Poppycock
Who said don't look back?
Don't believe 'em
Go for that crazy sounding restaurant
Cause they're gonna try and get behind you
Don't you let them do it
You know what I'm talking about?
You hear me talking?
You hear me talking?
It's pretty scary, totally, it's so revolting (x4)
Yeaaa
Take a step outside the country
And you turn around
Take a look at what you are
It is amazing
Take a good look
You're no big deal
You're so petty
It's a laugh
Take a step outside the planet
Turn around and around
Take a look at what you are
It's pretty scary
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Molly's Lips |
She said
She'd take me anywhere
She'd take me anywhere
As long as she stays with me
She said
She'd take me anywhere
She'd take me anywhere
As long as I stayed clean
Kiss, kiss Molly's lips (x4)
She said
She'd take me anywhere
She'd take me anywhere
As long as she stays with me
She said
She'd take me anywhere
She'd take me anywhere
As long as I stayed clean
Kiss, kiss Molly's lips (x4)
She said
She'd take me anywhere
She'd take me anywhere
As long as she stays with me
She said
She'd take me anywhere
She'd take me anywhere
As long as I stayed clean
Kiss, kiss Molly's lips (x8)
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Son of a Gun |
Up up up and down
Turn turn turnaround
Round round roundabout
And over again
Gun gun son of a gun
You are the only one
That makes any difference
What I say
The sun shines in the bedroom
When we play
The raining always starts
When you go away
The sun shines in the bedroom
When we play
The raining always starts
When you go away
Up up up and down
Turn turn turnaround
Round round roundabout
And over again
Gun gun son of a gun
You are the only one
That makes any difference
What I say
The sun shines in the bedroom
When we play
The raining always starts
When you go away
The sun shines in the bedroom
When we play
The raining always starts
When you go away
Up up up and down
Turn turn turnaround
Round round roundabout
And over again
Gun gun son of a gun
You are the only one
That makes any difference
What I say
The sun shines in the bedroom
When we play
The raining always starts
When you go away
The sun shines in the bedroom
When we play
The raining always starts
When you go away
The sun shines in the bedroom
When we play
The raining always starts
When you go away
The sun shines in the bedroom
When we play
The raining always starts
When you go away
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(New wave) Polly |
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Polly wants a cracker
Think I should get off of her first
I think she wants some water
To put out the blow torch
Isn't me
Have a seed
Let me clip
Your dirty wings
Let me take a ride
Cut yourself
Want some help
To please myself
Got some rope
You have been told
Promise you
Have been true
Let me take a ride
Don't cut yourself
I want some help
To please myself
Polly wants a cracker
Maybe she would like some food
She asks me to untie her
A chase would be nice for a few
Isn't me
Have a seed
Let me clip
Your dirty wings
Let me take a ride
Cut yourself
Want some help
To please myself
I got some rope
You have been told
Promise you
Have been true
Let me take a ride
Don't cut yourself
I want some help
To please myself
Polly says her back hurts
She's just as bored as me
She caught me off my guard
It amazes me, the will of instinct
Isn't me
Have a seed
Let me clip
Your dirty wings
Let me take a ride
Cut yourself
Want some help
To please myself
I got some rope
You have been told
Promise you
Have been true
Let me take a ride
Don't cut yourself
I want some help
To please myself
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Beeswax |
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I was a seeking out for a funnel
Not only magnets but I could pry bar it shut
Gluing my manhood TO THE manhole
Like Pepe Lepew the scent hey hey had a weight clutch
I got my titilate spayed
I got my titilate spayed
I got my titilate spayed
I got my titilate
STUPID assbutton
Tweeking and flexing if the wind blows just right
Tacky and thumbs on polyester
Highwater jumpsuits and a raped ape
Woody has Pix-n-Fact
I got my titilate spayed
I got my titilate spayed
I got my titilate spayed
I got my titilate
My how you've grown
I gotta DROP D silly string
Don't trust the foams
????????????????????
I got my titilate spayed
I got my titilate spayed
I got my titilate spayed
I got my titilate
Vinegar and water is gaining monthly
Fiberglass insulation disguised as cotton candy
Spahning down stream El Rancho ovulate
Feeding a cow hamburger and raw
Peter has brought me the tiki idol
Billy's sneer reminds me of someone
Homesick a bay aboard the love boat
Toni Tenille Sonny Bono Charo
Had a nice set of lungs
I got my titilate spayed
I got UNLIMITED
I got my titilate spayed
I got my titilate spayed
SECOND BRIDGE: ???????????
I got my titilate spayed
I got my titilate spayed
I got my titilate spayed
I got my titilate spayed
I got my titilate spayed
I got my titilate spayed
I got my titilate
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Downer |
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Portray sincerity, act out of loyalty
Defend your free country, wish away pain
Hand out lobotomies to saved little families
Surrealistic fantasy bland boring plain
Holy now is restitution
Living out your date of fusion
Is our whole fleece shun in bastard
Don't feel guilty, master writing
* Somebody said that they're not much like I am
I know I can
Make enough of the words
You go along and sing a song"
Sickening pessimist hypocrite master
Conservative communist apocalyptic bastard
Thank you dear god for putting me on this earth
I feel very privileged in debt for my thirst
Holy now is restitution
Living out your date of fusion
Is our whole fleece shun in bastard [sung wrong]
Don't feel guilty, master writing
* Somebody said that they're not much like I am
I know I can
Make enough of the words
You go along and sing a song
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Mexican Seafood |
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Ah, the itchy flakes
It is inflaming
To the gels and creams
It is pertaining
To a fungus mold
Is my injection
Hope it's only a
A yeast infection
Only hurts when I
Hurts when I pee
Oh well it hurts when I
Hurts when I sing
Now I vomit cum and diarrhea
On the tile floor like oatmeal pizza
With a toilet bowl full of a cloudy puss
I feel my blood becoming chowder rust
Only hurts when I
Hurts when I pee
Oh well it hurts when I
Hurts when I sing
Roll into my bed
Which does consist of
Lice, bugs, and fleas
And yellow mucus
Stained dirt Vaseline
Toe jam and booger
Stomach acid worms
That dance in sugared sludge
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Hairspray Queen |
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I was your mind
You were my
My enemy you were mine
I was your
Your enemy you would mind
I was your
Your enemy you were mine
I was was your ene-
You rang
Your ears rang
I was your mind
You were my
My enemy you were mine
I was your
Your enemy you would mind
I was your
Your enemy you were mine
I was was your ene-
At night, the wishful goddess
At night, wish the hardest
At night, the disco goddess
At night, the bitch go gawd.......
I was your mind
You were my
My enemy you were mine
I was your
Your enemy you would mind
I was your
Your enemy you were mine
I was was your ene-
Wishful goddess
At night, wish the hardest
At night, wishful goddess
At night, the witch go gawd.......
I was your mind
You were my
My enemy you were mine
I was your
Your enemy you would mind
I was your
Your enemy you were mine
I was was your ene-
At night, the wishful goddess
At night, wish the hardest
At night, the disco goddess
At night, to itch so modest
At night, the crisco lochness
At night, the mouthful omelette
At sight, the fishful goblets
At night, the witch go gawd.......
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Aero Zeppelin |
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What's the season in a right
If you can't have anything
What's the reason in a rhyme
If a plan means everything
What's the meaning in a crime
It's a fan if anything
Where's the leaning in a line
It's a brand, it's a brand
How a culture comes again
It's a clone of yesterday
And you swear it's not a trend
Doesn't matter anyway
You're only here to talk to friend
Nothing new is everyday
You could shit upon the stage
They'll be fans, they'll be fans
They'll be fans, they'll be fans
All the kids will eat it up
If it's packaged properly
Steal a sound and imitate
Keep a format equally
Not an ode, just the facts
Where our world is nowadays
An idea is what we lack
It doesn't matter anyways
All the kids will eat it up
If it's packaged properly
Steal a sound and imitate
Keep a format equally
Not an ode, just the facts
Where our world is nowadays
An idea is what we lack
It doesn't matter anyways
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Big Long Now |
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It's not cold enough
Please put this side up
She is moving through (She is new, improved ?)
Can we show our faces now?
I'm not interesting
She's not turning green
Shameful as it seems
Can we show our faces now?
In this clime
I am blind
Why can't I hear?
Color blind
Speak a phrase
Instantly grow
I am blind
Waiting in line
It's not cold enough
Please put this side up
She is moving through (She is new, improved?)
Can we show our faces now?
I'm not interesting
She's not turning green
Shameful as it seems
Can we show our faces now?
In this clime
I am blind
Why can't I hear?
Color blind
Speak a phrase
Instantly grow
I am blind
Why am I shown?
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Aneurysm |
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Come on over and do the twist, uh-huh
Overdo it and have a fit, uh-huh
Love you so much it makes me sick, uh-huh
Come on over and do the twist, uh-huh
Beat me outta me, beat it, beat it (x8)
Come on over and do the twist, uh-huh
Overdo it and have a fit, uh-huh
Love you so much it makes me sick, uh-huh
Come on over and shoot the shit, uh-huh
Beat me outta me, beat it, beat it (x8)
She keeps it pumpin' straight to my heart (x8)
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