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The Violent Mind
02:40
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Sing it to me, baby
I've got the broken pieces lined up on the spot, so let's go
But let's take it slow, I want to keep it going, if you ain't got the time, buy a watch
Buy a house
Buy a door for your house
'Cause you don't want everybody to know what your doin' at night
Huh? Huh? What you doin' at night?
Ow Ow watch it watch it waaaaaah
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Spunk Funky
00:18
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Everybody's drinkin' pepsi cola tonight
Everybody's drinkin' pepsi cola tonight
Lemon-lime caught a sweet-tooth by surprise
'Cause everybody's drinkin' pepsi cola tonight
Everybody's drinkin' pepsi cola tonight
Everybody's drinkin' pepsi cola tonight
Blue & Red and there ain't no coke in sight
'Cause everybody's drinkin' pepsi cola tonight
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Household
02:51
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Oh so beautiful
Oh so beautiful
Take an arm, take a leg
Take my heart, take my head
We could be so happy together
Don't you wanna be happy together?
Oh so beautiful
You're so beautiful
This is the sound, this is the noise
Of all the girls, and all the boys
So many people, not one would stop you
Too many people, not one would find you
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That's a mighty big hole you're diggin' there, son
Your 2 cents can only buy you just enough rope to kill yourself
It's a nervous life
It's a pervert's cry
It's my little dance
Livin' with no pants
You can feel the pressure fall on you, son
A simple breeze could flip your egg, and force the worst to reveal it's head
It's a nervous life
It's a pervert's cry
It's my little dance
Livin' with no pants
I can take control
I can feel the pull
Take away my hands
Give me back my pants
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Out On Parole
04:12
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I'm living every single fantasy I've had in my mind
Somebody told me I might live this way the rest of my life
How disgusting, how demeaning, how did you get inside?
I'm just playing people I don't wanna see in the light
I'm seeing many different people, seeing many, although
The thought of seeing past a meaning strikes me as quite hollow
So I live my little life until I can take no more
But now I'm losing it and running out of time to pull through
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7. |
Life In Hell
05:18
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8. |
$1000000
06:01
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Got a bitch I need to fuck
Got some million dollar luck
Got a horse to ride, some snow to blow
Got a date tonight with some hoe I know
I gotta house and a pet canary
Got a house on the fucking prairie
Got a little red coat, and a heart full of shame
Got a settle the score, ya gonna answer to me
Oh, what you thinking?
Oh, what you thinking?
Oh, what you trying to do to me?
Oh, what you thinking?
Oh, what you thinking?
Oh, what you trying to do to me?
What ya gonna do, when ya feet turn blue, and the
Sand hits you, and it burns, so cruel, and the
Paddle pop man - underneath your bed, turns
Twice and bends and cuts off your hands
A little bit of rice on the dice should do it
A little bit of lice on the mice, get through it
They only shift shape on the grave, so behave, or the
Muscle man 2 are comin' for you
WOAH MAMA
I'M NOT YOUR MAMA
I'M NOT YOUR MAMA
GIMME SOME OF THAT TYPHOON
GIMME SOME OF THAT THAI FOOD
GIMME SOME OF THAT TIMES TWO
GIVE IT UP FOR ME NOW
GIVE IT ALL TO ME
WOAH MAMA
I'M NOT YOUR MAMA
WOAH FUCK YOU
Just laugh it off
Just laugh it off
Just laugh it off, I'm gone
I can twist you
Can't you feel the pinch on the right
On the right
Oh lord
Oh lord
Oh lord
Oh lord
I don't wanna cry man
I don't wanna cry
I don't wanna cry man
I don't wanna cry
I don't wanna cry man
I don't wanna cry
I don't wanna cry man
I'm gonna cry
It's alright
It's okay you know
It's alright
It's okay you know
It's alright
It's okay you know
I'm soaked to the bone
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9. |
I'm Just A Little Boy
01:22
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So I'm dreaming I'm having dinner with Elvis Presley
Yeah, the king himself is fixing me a drink
He slides a whiskey soda down my way
He says, "To friendship, and wealth, and freedom"
I says, I says, "Is that all you got?"
And he looks at me with those beautiful eyes and he says to me, he says, "Sugar, I'm just getting started"
And he drags my sorry ass to the kerb and beats me within an inch of my life
He spits on my blue suede shoes and says to me, he says "Yeah that's about all I got for you, buddy"
I'm just a little boy
Kick in the liver, boy
I'd like to fuck the mouth
I'd like to fuck them out
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10. |
Bedside Loverโข
02:30
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I know this won't mean much in the morning
But I love you baby, love you baby
Nothing short of the sunshine could ease my pain
I'd like to twist you baby, who was right?
Was it Jesus? Did he see us?
Pleasure is my main course. Shame - an abiding dessert
Bedside Lover
Bedside Lover
Bedside Lover
Bedside Lover
Don't know much about everything else
But I need you baby, need you baby
For a hand on the handle, a minute or two
Touch-and-go, we don't talk, that's the truth
And it's fine by me, she don't lie to me
She might have something to say, but she hasn't the tongue
Bedside Lover (You're my)
Bedside Lover (You're my)
Bedside Lover (You're my)
Bedside Lover
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11. |
The Lucky Ones
02:11
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"๐๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ช๐ต๐ด ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ด๐ต๐ณ๐ถ๐ค๐ฌ ๐ข๐จ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ.
๐๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ต๐ช๐ฎ๐ฆ, ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐บ ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฃ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ข ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ป๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ฆ,
๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐บ ๐ค๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ง๐ง ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ช๐ณ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐ด ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ช๐ณ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ด.
๐๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐บ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐บ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ง๐ณ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐บ ๐ด๐ถ๐ค๐ฉ ๐ด๐ข๐ท๐ข๐จ๐ฆ๐ณ๐บ.
๐๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ญ๐ด๐ฐ ๐ง๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐ด.
๐๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฅ๐ด ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ด๐ฆ๐ด ๐ฅ๐ช๐ด๐ข๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฏ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต.
๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฃ๐ช๐ต๐ข๐ฏ๐ต๐ด ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ด๐ต ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐บ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ฏ๐ฐ ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ข๐ค๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐จ๐ฐ,
๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐บ ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ถ๐ค๐ฌ๐บ ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ด...."
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12. |
Fried
03:51
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Fried
Fried
You got me fried on the sofa
You got me fried on the sofa, baby (huh)
Fried
You got me fried on the sofa
Crying (you did it)
Crying (you did it)
You got me crying over soda
You got me crying over soda, baby (huh)
Crying
You got me crying over soda
Fried
You got me fried on the sofa, baby, oh yeah wait, give it to me
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13. |
Night On The Town
02:46
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