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Thick
01:43
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I saw you naked on my eyelids
That’s where you live
You’re a twenty-story dildo with no batteries
That’s what we all see
I see you on the inside
Scratching cause you want outside
Better open your heart
Better open your mind
You’ll only go insane
With a heart of polyurethane
I know I wouldn’t want to be the one
You think you’re in control
But you can’t take the ebb and flow
I know I wouldn’t want to break your fall
But that is how you do it
Lord, that’s how it’s done
Better open your heart
Better open your mind
You’ll only go insane
With a heart of polyurethane
I know I wouldn’t want to be the one
You think you’re in control
But you can’t take the ebb and flow
I know you wouldn’t want to break my fall
But that is how you do it
Lord, that’s how it’s done
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Sad Today
02:20
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I’m so sad today
Sadder than yesterday, or the day before
You tore my heart to bits
Threw the pieces in a pit of despair
Banished me to a cold, gray lair
Where every day is the same
I’m so sad today
Sadder than yesterday, or the day before
You got me all deranged
I feel like I need a new brain
I’m about to go to the big, white house
Where the moon stays out all the time
I’m so sad today
Sadder than yesterday, or the day before
I’m really not amused
More like battered and abused
I’m so sad today
Sadder than yesterday, or the day before
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Don't Ask Me
02:53
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Don’t ask me, ask the tumors
If you don’t ask me, get back to your rumors
If you believe
Well, I hope that works out well
As for me, I just gotta be
The same guy I ever am
Who I’ve always been
Don’t ask me, ask the tumors
If you don’t ask me, get back to your rumors
If you believe
Well, I hope that works out well
As for me, I just gotta be
The same guy I ever am
Who I’ve always been
If you believe
Well, I hope that works out well
In hell
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Amerijuana Forever
03:02
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I’m sitting here smoking marijuana
I get so high I start to see lies
Thick like a soup, thick like a sauna
Then I start to choke cause a see a joke
I’m sitting here loving marijuana
In spite of the war, despite eighty-four
Looks like we’re all stuck here in this drama
I wish the regular folk would know it’s a joke
How long until we are really free I don’t know
War like this is really the road to hell this I see
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5. |
Rock and Roll Tonight
03:08
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Cat Vomit
01:56
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I’m tired of cleaning all this cat vomit
Don’t wanna clean cat vomit no more
I’m tired of cleaning all this cat vomit
Cat vomit all over my floor
I don’t like it one bit
I’m already in charge of its shit
It will never be OK
I’ll hold him down, and puke on him one day
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7. |
RZH2
02:51
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Rob Zombee’s Halloween two
It’s the greatest thing that I ever sat through
It’s got more balls than a motorcycle
It’s got more mom than in all the Psychos
Rob Zombee’s Halloween two
It’s the greatest thing that I ever sat through
It’s got more heart than an honest cop
It’s got more soul than forty Four Tops
Rob Zombee’s Halloween two
It’s the greatest thing that I ever sat through
It’s got more blood than your heaviest day
If it were a dude, I would suck its dick
Rob Zombee’s Halloween two
It’s the greatest thing that I ever sat through
It’s got more nuts than a baby ruth
It’s got more gore than an inconvenient truth
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8. |
Frock Cop
02:24
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You have the right to remain blessed
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