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Please discontinue I
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Track Zoot Cheetah
02:44
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Shadow man with an empty bag
A hollow chest, reverse revenge attack
Shadow man is rolling around
Do you mind?
Sunshine hidden in a socket
Yesterday stood at the bar again
What would you do when the mistress says:
Do you mind?
You wear my track zoot cheetah
I love it when you wear my track zoot cheetah
Shadow man with an empty bag
A devil joke with a villain laughter
Bring me the spear and I take what you need
Do you mind?
Not wise, he's old
Carries a crotch wrapped in cellophane gold
Rolling around like a pig in the dirt
Do you mind?
You wear my track toot cheetah
I love it when you wear my track zoot cheetah
You wear my track toot cheetah
I love it when you wear my track zoot cheetah
You were
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3. |
Dead Man's Eye
02:36
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Pirouette on the tip of a sipping tongue
In a shit shock go-kart horror
Captivated culture barbarians
There ain’t no shelter
There ain’t no shelter
Diamond dog, no murder clue
In dead man’s eye
Can you build me a go-kart?
She said: What?!
An alligator Coca-Cola dance hall
I want it so bad
I want it so bad, bait.
D’you want to go?
There ain’t no shelter
There ain’t no shelter
Diamond dog, no murder clue
In dead man’s eye
Do you ever feel debate is not going your way but disappointment
settles in your habitat, there growing nettles though?
D’you want to go?
D’you want to go?
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Runaway Girl
02:41
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I need a fix
I need a fix, I’m going down
Here’s a little time bomb
A culture company of pigs, not having that.
She’s a little runaway
She’s a little runway babe
Too much information
Start counting down her days
Had us running like a maniac
Feel the government spy
She’s says things that you don’t approve of
Too late, fuck that, we’re staying in
She’s a little runaway
She’s a little runway babe
Too much information
Start counting down her days
She’s a little runaway
She’s a little runaway
Runaway Girl
Runaway Girl
Runaway Girl
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5. |
Royal Yacht Bellyache
03:00
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Waiting for someone to turn on the light
People demanding a blood money fight
Ingredients cooked for the mass destruction
Switch it off, switch it off
So you got a royal yacht
I think it’s called Bellyache
Sucking on your sick cigar
So you got a royal Yacht
I think it’s called Bellyache
Do you have Bellyache?
Go and get off this rodeo ride
What’s more important than popular intelligence?
Artificial left rotten in the sun
Totally wired now to write someone off?
Run
Run
So you got a royal yacht
I think it’s called Bellyache
Sucking on your sick cigar / It’s funny how you forget things
So you got a royal Yacht
I think it’s called Bellyache
Do you have Bellyache?
What you make is what you got
Sitting on their royal yachts
What you make is what you got
Sitting on their royal yachts
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6. |
That Helps A Lot?!
02:32
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Please do… discontinue, don’t forget to rate me with a bad review
You’re so called impeccable your week is miserable but not on insta camera view
What are you gonna do when you turn 61 and I’ll repeat no one gives a shit
What are you gonna do when you’re 21 and no one gives a shit
Don’t forget to rate! Brother
It helps a lot
Don’t forget to rate! Sister
It helps a lot
Please do… discontinue, your comments are so predictable.
Please discontinue and I’ll repeat no one really gives a shit
Don’t forget to rate! Brother
It helps a lot
Don’t forget to rate! Sister
That helps a lot
Now give me credits for all I’ve done
It helps a lot
Now give me credits for all we’ve done
it helps a lot
That helps a lot
Are you happy with your lives are you happy with
Are you happy with your lives are you happy with
Are you happy with your lives are you happy with
Are you happy with your lies
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7. |
Raise Your Finger
03:52
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Here is some news for you
The ice man is Finnish cool
Born with a spanner, not a silver spoon
He possess something modern people lack
Character with noisy shenanigans
Raise your finger
Raise your finger
Raise your finger to the sky
Gloves and steering wheel, come on man
Leave me alone, I know what I’m doing
Put my helmet on, it protects the head
From all the stupid questions that you ask
Raise your finger
Raise your finger
Raise your finger to the sky
So you think you’re so famously, the protests are raw
Now you talk in your sleep with your HD-eyes still on and off
You take a walk in the park with your plastered face but you’re talking to me.
Now the poison is stuck in my brain but the pulse remains the same.
Raise your Raise your finger
Raise your Raise your Raise your finger
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8. |
The Snapper
02:56
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He changed by not changing, dare that he did oh he did it well
Not like the operator, the operator struck by satellite error
That we all know
It might just disappear
It might creep up in your ear
Thank you mister Z. Thanks for the words and you did it neat.
Warm hands fulfilling his freedom
Backyard pop fucking Shangri-la to Albion
It might just disappear
It might creep up in your ear
Why don’t we do it in the
Why don’t we do it in the
Why don’t we do it in the
Why don’t we do it in the road
He changed by not changing
It might just disappear
It might creep up in your ear
It might just disappear
It might just
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Day Trotter
04:22
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See you all soon
How do you do it
Take the day off, I used to be asleep. Oh no
Lonely hearts club band in my dream flow
Day Trotter
Makes you gonna wanna
Day Trotter
When the morning comes
Look me in my paralyzed eye
Do sit down
Take the day off, I used to be asleep. Oh yeah
Pass me down the wine
Let the evening go
Day Trotter
Makes you gonna wanna
Day Trotter
When the morning comes
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Sick Puppy
05:16
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Sick puppy wants to lay down his head
I’m so tired, I can not rest
You’re hands are so vague
Can you tell me the size of it?
Madness in my CBC
Madness come and follow me
Sick puppy wants to lay down and rest
I’m so tired, I lift my hair
His thoughts are too big
Can you tell me the size of his first steps?
Out here, My breath
Out here
This time I hid
Sick puppy spits at
The sheep count me
So what did I learn
Absolutely nothing
Out here
My breath
Out there
This time I hid
Sick puppy coughs and
The sheep count me
So what did I learn
Absolutely
It takes time
It takes time
It takes time, but I’m not here.
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11. |
The Sewer
06:14
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Down by the sewer tree I met a girl named Mei
She had a mystery but forgot the past
Her broken house with a twisted mop
And then the Japanese moved in
She used to say if you go down behind the sewer gate
There they prosecute all your needs
To be a good creature for the Sewer Tree
Those good creatures
Those good creatures
And here I come up the hill I’m pushing
My tummy hears a little pain
And the ten ton catamaran that I’m pushing down my drain
The problem was that the ink was dry and my name is sprayed on every wall
All those good creatures she meets
She makes them here muse.
Those good creatures
Down in the sewer living like a rat I tried
Down in the sewer living like a rat I tried
I tied
But I’m tied to her leash
To her leash
Recuperating
Vibrating
Glowing
In hiding
Hey what am I now?
I’m fighting
I’m hydrating
Forming and tied waving
Look at me, look at you now
Recuperating
Hydrating
I’m waiting on
Hey what am I now?
Vibrating and glowing
And I’m too scared to shot her down
Let’s gather round the sewer tree.
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12. |
Please discontinue II
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