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Portrait of An American Family |
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Prelude (The Family Trip) |
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There's no earthly way of knowing |
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Which direction we are going |
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There's no knowing where we're going |
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Or which way the wind is blowing |
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Is it raining? Is it snowing |
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Is a hurricane a-blowing |
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Not a speck of light is showing |
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So the danger must be growing |
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Oh, the fires of hell are glowing |
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Is the grisly reaper mowing |
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Yes! The danger must be growing |
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For the rowers keep on rowing |
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And they're certainly not showing |
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Any signs that they are slowing! |
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Stop the boat! |
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Cake and Sodomy |
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I am the god of fuck, I am the god of fuck |
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Virgins sold in quantity, herded by heredity |
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Red neck burn out mid west mind, |
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who said date rape isn't kind? |
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Porno nation, evaluation what's this time for segregation |
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Libido, libido fascination, too much oral defecation |
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White trash get down on your knees, |
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time for cake and sodomy |
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Time for cake and sodomy |
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(I am the god of fuck, I am the god of fuck) |
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VCR's and vaseline, tv-fucked by plastic queens |
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Cash in hand and dick on screen, |
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who said god was ever clean? |
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Bible-belt round anglio-waste, |
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putting sinners in their place |
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Yeah, right, great if you're so good explain the shit stains on |
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your face |
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White trash get down on your knees, |
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time for cake and sodomy |
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Time for cake and sodomy |
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Lunchbox
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On we plow |
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The big bully try to stick his finger in my chest |
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Try to tell me, tell me he's the best |
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But I don't really give a good goddamn cause |
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I got my lunchbox and I'm armed real well |
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I got my lunchbox and I'm armed real well |
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I got my lunchbox and I'm armed real well |
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I wanna grow up |
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I wanna be a big rock and roll star |
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I wanna grow up I wanna be |
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So no one fucks with me |
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I got the pencils in my pocket, try to put me down |
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Wanna go out, gotta get out |
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To the playground, gonna throw down at the playground |
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I wanna go out |
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Next motherfucker gonna get my metal |
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Next motherfucker gonna get my metal |
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Next motherfucker gonna get my metal |
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Next motherfucker gonna get my metal |
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Pow pow pow, |
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pow pow pow, |
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pow pow pow, |
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pow pow pow |
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I wanna grow up I wanna be a big rock and roll star I wanna grow |
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up I wanna be |
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So no one fucks with me |
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Organ Grinder |
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I am the face of piss and shit and sugar |
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I do a crooked little dance with my funny little monkey |
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What I want, what I want is just your children |
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I hate what I have become to escape what I hated being |
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Caliopenis envy from your daddy |
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You're not gonna hear what he don't want to hear |
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What I say disgusts him |
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He wants to be me and that scares him |
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Lets do a funny little dance with my funny little monkey |
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The black keys |
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Here is my real head, here is my real head |
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I wear this fucking mask because you cannot handle me |
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Here is my real head |
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They try to blink me not to think me |
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Don't want to bring me out I am the rotten teeth, |
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my fists are lined with suckers |
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My prison skin's an eyesore mirror sketch pad |
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I am your son |
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Your dad |
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Your fag |
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Your fad |
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Here is my real head, here is my real head |
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I wear this fucking mask because you cannot handle me |
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Here is my real head |
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Cyclops
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Cyclops woman got one eye in her head |
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Mascera-clotted vision she is fed |
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Cyclops woman can't see nothing at all |
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She got a pin prick spiral hole |
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She can't see nothing, nothing at all |
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She can't see nothing, nothing at all |
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Cyclops woman dying in her shell |
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Guilt got her trapped in nailed in well |
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Cyclops woman is the eye of the world |
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Who's reflection's in the retina? |
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he can't see nothing, nothing at all |
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She can't see nothing, nothing at all |
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Dialate, dialate |
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Dope Hat |
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I peek into the hole, I struggle for control |
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The children love the show, |
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but they fail to see the anguish in my eyes |
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Fail to see the anguish in my eyes |
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I scratch around the brim, I let my mind give in |
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The crowd begins to grin, |
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but they seem to scream when darkness fills my eyes |
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Seem to scream when darkness fills my eyes, it's no surprise |
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Fail to see the tragic, turn it into magic |
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My big top tricks will always make you happy, |
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but we all know the hat is wearing me |
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My bag is in the hat, it's filled with this and that |
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My vision's getting fat, the rabbit's just a monkey in disguise |
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Stars and pills and needles dance before our eyes |
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They will bite the hand if it is slower than |
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the quickness of their scrutinizing eyes |
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Fail to see the tragic, turn it into magic |
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My big top tricks will always make you happy, |
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but we all know the hat is wearing me |
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Chicanery will always make you happy, |
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but we all know the hat is wearing me |
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Get Your Gunn |
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Goddamn your righteous hand |
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I eat innocent meat |
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The housewife I will beat |
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The prolife I will kill |
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What you don't do I will |
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I bash myself to sleep |
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What you sow I will reap |
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I scar myself you see |
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I wish I wasn't me |
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I am the little stick |
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You stir me into shit |
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I hate therefore I am |
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Goddamn your righteous hand |
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Goddamn, goddamn Goddamn, goddamn |
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Pseudo-morals work real well |
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On the talk shows for the weak |
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But your selective judgements |
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And goodguy badges |
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Don't mean a fuck to me |
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I throw a little fit I slit my teenage wrist |
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The most that I can learn |
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Is in records that you burn |
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Get your gunn, get your gunn get your gunn, get your gunn |
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Pseudo-morals work real well |
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On the talk shows for the weak |
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But your selective judgements |
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And goodguy badges |
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Don't mean a fuck to me |
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I am the VHS |
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Record me with your fist |
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You want me to save the world I'm just a little girl |
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Pseudo-morals work real well |
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On the talk shows for the weak |
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But your selective judgements |
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And goodguy badges |
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Don't mean a fuck to me |
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Get your gunn, get your gunn Get your gunn, get your gunn... |
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Get! |
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Wrapped in Plastic |
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Guilt is a snake we beat with a rake |
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To grow in our kitchen in the pies we bake |
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Feed it to us to squirm in our bellies |
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Twisting our guts make our spines to jelly |
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Stay, don't want to go now |
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Drove the children from their chores |
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Handcrafted housewives into whores |
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Fear of the beast is calling it near |
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Creating what we're hating, it's only fear that is here |
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Stay, don't want to go now |
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Come into our home, won't you stay? |
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I know the steak is cold but it's wrapped in plastic |
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Come into our home, won't you stay? |
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I know the steak is cold but it's wrapped in plastic |
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I'm only as deep as the self that I dig |
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I'm only as sick as the stick in the pig |
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Thin and so white, thin and so white |
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Daddy tells the daughter |
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While mommy's sleeping at night |
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To wash away sin you must take off your skin |
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The righteous father wears the yellowest grin |
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Don't wanna go now |
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Stay, don't wanna go now, stay, don't wanna go now |
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Come into our home, won't you stay? |
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I know the steak is cold but it's wrapped in plastic |
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Dogma |
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Burn the witches, burn the witches, |
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don't take time to sew your stitches |
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Burn the witches, burn the witches |
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Good is the thing that you favor, evil is your sour flavor |
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You cannot sedate all the things you hate |
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Burn your bridges, burn your bridges, |
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don't take time to sew your stitches |
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Burn your bridges, burn your bridges |
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Good is the thing that you favor, evil is your sour flavor |
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I don't need your hate, I decide my fate |
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You cannot sedate all the things you rape |
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Sweet Tooth |
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Her heart shivers in my hand |
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She's melting on me like cotton candy |
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I make the faces that make you cry |
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I want you more when you're afraid of |
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My disease, disease is draining me |
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Anymore you're not so 'pretty please' |
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Disease, disease is draining me |
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I want you more when you're afraid of me |
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I will break you inside out |
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You are mine, you are mine |
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I will break you inside out |
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You are mine, you are mine |
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Her hair hangs in swollen strings |
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I'm choking on her, it feels so sickening |
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I make the faces that make you cry |
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I want you more when you're afraid of |
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My disease, disease is draining me |
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Anymore you're not so pretty, please |
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Disease, disease is draining me |
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I want you more when you're afraid of me |
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I will break you inside out |
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You are mine, you are mine |
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Snake Eyes and Sissies |
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Wrench is just a household God |
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but I carry mine with pride |
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I don't work but I can work with it to split your smile |
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Run you down without a twitch, |
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your car's just not as big as mine |
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Tear the son out of your bitch and |
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sprinkle your remains with lime |
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I ain't no workin' man, |
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I do the best I can, |
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I got the devil's hand |
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Rollin' sixes |
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I am the habit man, |
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I use up all I can, I got the slacker's hand |
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My afternoon's remote control |
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Daydream milk and genocide |
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Tranquility with broken knees, silly putty enemies |
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Butter knife in your side |
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What I got I got for free, middle finger technology |
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What's yours is mine, yours is mine, |
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told you fucker, yours is mine |
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Snake eyes for sissies |
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I ain't no workin' man, |
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I do the best I can, |
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I got the devil's hand |
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Rollin' sixes |
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I am the habit man, |
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I use up all I can, I got the slacker's hand |
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I am the pedophlle's dream |
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A messianic Peter Pan |
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Just a boy, just a boy, just a little fucking boy, |
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I can never be a man |
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I ain't no workin' man, |
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I do the best I can, |
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I got the devil's hand |
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Rollin' sixes |
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I am the habit man, |
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I use up all I can, I got the slacker's hand |
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I ain't no workin' man, |
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I do the best I can, |
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I got the devil's hand |
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I am the habit man, |
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I use up all I can, I got the slacker's hand |
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(Oh no, Oh no) |
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My Monkey |
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I had a little monkey |
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I sent him to the country and I fed him on gingerbread |
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Along came a choo-choo, knocked my monkey coo-coo |
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And now my monkey's dead |
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At least he looks that way, but then again don't we all |
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(what I make is what I am, I can't be forever) |
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I had a little a monkey I sent him to the country and I fed him on |
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gingerbread |
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Along came a choo-choo, knocked my monkey coo-coo |
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And now my monkey's dead |
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Poor little monkey |
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'Make you...break you...make you...break you...lookout' |
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(what I make is what I am, I can't live forever) |
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We are our own wicked gods |
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With little g's and big dicks |
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Sadistic and constantly inflicting a slow demise |
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I had a little a monkey I sent him to the country and I fed him on |
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gingerbread |
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Along came a choo-choo, knocked my monkey coo-coo |
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And now my monkey's dead |
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The primate's scream of consonance is a reflection |
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Of his own mind's dissonance |
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Misery Machine |
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Man in the front got a sinister grin, careen down highway 666 |
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We wanna go, crush the slow, as the pitchfork bends the |
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needles grow |
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My arms are wheels, my legs are wheels, my blood is pavement |
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We're gonna ride to the abbey of the ema, to the abbey of the |
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ema |
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Blood is pavement |
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The grill in the front is my sinister grin, bugs in my teeth make |
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me sick sick sick |
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The objects may be larger than they appear in the mirror |
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My arms are wheels, my legs are wheels, my blood is pavement |
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We're gonna ride to the abbey of the ema, to the abbey of the |
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ema |
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Blood is pavement |
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When you ride you're ridden, when you ride you're ridden |
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I am fueled by filth and fury |
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Do what I will, I will hurry there, there |
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My arms are wheels, my legs are wheels, my blood is pavement |
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Blood is pavement |
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