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1. Ballad Of An Onion Sprout
O lovely don’t
Lovely don’t think you’re so clever
Wrapped up in hopeless endeavors
Ready to pout
Onion you’re ready to sprout
The money don’t
It don’t make anything better
Shrinks your soul just like wet leather
Stuck to a cow
And when your luck comes about
You can roll
The annuls
Of all time
From a scroll
To a bold
Ball of twine
Throw it up
To the sun
Watch it ignite
O Hopi gal
Don’t rely on that dream catcher
To filter out with its feathers
All of your doubt
When that white man comes about
Your heart will grow
Larger than the Eiffel tower
Pumping blood of Paris flowers
Into the town
Of those non-natives you found
To be cold
With their old
State of mind
You must buy
Or be sold
To their lie
Grab your gun
Little girl
And make things right
Consummate yourself and shake the reigns
Down the bridal path to a safe place
I will meet you there dying in grace
Soak up all the tears off of your face
And watch you disappear without a trace
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Little Piranhas
04:56
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2. Little Piranhas
I swear if they see us
They’re going to kill us
Surely they’ll feed us
To little piranhas
O but God,
Don’t you drink that wine
It tastes of blood,
Fermented in barrels of pine
O know the want,
For these chemicals is high
But we must not,
Inject them until they are ripe
You gave them hope
You gave them the best years of your life…
They’re pulling the levers
The gears are in reverse
Come now my sister
And head to the river
O hear the dams,
Break and watch the waters rise
They’re infested with piranha fry
O don’t pretend,
This is the end of our lives
Believe it or not,
These things happen all the time
They’ve taken hope
They’ve taken the best years of your life
Is this the best sex you’ve ever had?
Is this the best book you’ve ever read?
Is this the loud silence?
Is this the next best thing to death?
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3. Cowboy And Cut Cigars
Lung sneeze me out
Like a disease
Love peg me down
Onto this bed
I’m begging you
Don’t rape me now
I’m made of glue
I’ll bind to you
Tongue spit me out
God set me down
Onto my head
I’m bigger than
Led Zeppelin
This fountain pen
Will kill all men
Brain-dead, and bearing arms
Cowboys, and cut cigars
We want you all to know
We will not die alone
Lung sneeze me out
Like a disease
Love peg me down
Onto this bed
I’m begging you
Don’t rape me now
I’m made of glue
I’ll bind to you
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Norman Bates
03:54
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4. Norman Bates
Are you okay? You seem not well…
Like thoughts of violence
Silence everything you have brought with yourself
Won’t you please stay In our motel?
We’ve got these linens
And decisions that we make all by ourselves
Don’t be afraid Mother means well…
Ignore the yelling
Bellowing from up behind the windowsill
Marion Crane Would you please tell…
What brings your body
To the lobby of our cozy town motel?
I’ll leave you be No need to yell…
Wash off your skin of sin
So that my blade might penetrate it well
Please forgive me For my sick health…
I didn’t want to have to disturb you and
stab you, Stab you, stab you, stab you,...
Over and over, over and over again…
“Shut up mother, She’s just a stranger
And it’s raining I will help her”
“You stupid boy, You stupid boy
Don’t you love your mother?
Now go kill her And stab her…
Stab her, stab her, stab her, stab her…”
Love, love Marian my love, I miss you already…
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Wake Up Edamame
03:27
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5. Wake Up Edamame
Wake up
Everybody
To the pressure
In your head
Wake up
Edamame
Time to usher
Out the dead
Ah,
Wait an hour
Ah,
Wait an hour
Wake up
Nostradamé
To the Melon
In your head
Wake up
Ol’ pastrami
There’s a boy who
Is made of lead
Ah,
Wait an hour
Ah,
Wait an hour
(REPEAT)
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Island
04:11
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6. Island
Let’s give the monkey something to swing on
That boy’s been hanging around for days
I’m not the kind of man to lean on
That monkey best not swing my way
But more than this
For just one kiss
I’ll kill these men in your name
And sail away
We’ll build an island
We’ll build an island
We’ll build an island in your sea of tears
And call it home for a hundred years
An island in your fleeting fears
Don’t call this home, don’t call this home
Let’s give the bastards a lesson in love
After all that’s the Roman way
I’ll find a last word they can lean on
And get the monkey off of me
But more than this
With just one fist
I’ll raise a coup in your name
And sail away
We’ll build an island
We’ll build an island
We’ll build an island
We’ll build an island
We’ll build an island in your sea of tears
And call it home for a hundred years
An island in your fleeting fears
Don’t call this home, don’t call this home
We’ll build this island
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7. Why Can’t I Stop Killing My Friends
We could be here for a while
So let’s get busy and defile
Our friends
Why can’t I stop killing my friends?
Please come home to me my Kyle
I did not mean to rouse and rile
Your head
Why can’t I stop killing my friends?
O you’ve been a bad one
You go from this to that one
You moan and thrown a tantrum
You know better than to kill a friend
Lalala…
We were done for from the get go
So let’s not be fools and just let go
Of errors
When you’re dead nobody will care
O you’ve been a bad one
You go from this to that one
You moan and thrown a tantrum
You know better than to kill a friend
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Audrey II
02:35
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8. Audrey II
Just when we thought things were okay
You came and took our breath away
With love, without love
With love
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9. |
Opus For Sleepwalking
06:39
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9. Opus For Sleepwalking
You kill in the name
Of all those blame
You hate everything
Don’t you?
You walk in a maze
It goes on for days
You hate everything
Don’t you?
The ending is coming near my dear
Shall we say goodbye?
The walls are losing in my dear
Who will save our lives?
It’s the killing; it’s the real thing
Do we have to die?
We’re walking in our sleep again
Let us wake and rise
From death
Be gone, don’t come around no more
(REPEAT)
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10. The Universe Is Made Of Nonsense
They did it for money
The sky is exploding in
I’m not scared
Ooo (stop, go, stop, go)
Of pumpkin heads
Universal nonsense
Economic process
I’m not scared
Ooo (stop, go, stop, go)
Of rabbit ears
Ooo (stop, go, stop, go)
I’m not scared
Undulated babies
And kittens with rabies
I’m not scared
Ooo (stop, go, stop, go)
Of lemonade
That dog tried to bite me
Tied up to that oak tree
I’m not scared
Ooo (stop, go, stop, go)
Of Pinkertons
Ooo (stop, go, stop, go)
I’m not scared
(REPEAT)
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11. |
Untitled
16:15
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