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BMO
01:37
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Massage my zombie
and squeeze out her grey.
Paint her a picture,
we could be more today.
I'll scan the barcodes,
but only in drag.
We'll swallow blue notes
with impaled fish hook mouths.
I had a friend birthed
in zeros and ones,
but in a past life
he had a name.
His calloused fingers look great
in a frame on my wall.
One day he'll kickflip through
the celluloid plain.
We could be more today.
We could be more today.
We could be more today.
We could be more today.
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2. |
Bubblewrap
03:16
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Thinking of moving a sea of people.
We don't get paid to smile at our jobs.
We'll be proud of our cocks and cunts
and we'll set fire to the PMRC.
No words to ponder the meaning.
No one to aspire to be.
Making movies in the backyard.
Making faces in the backyard.
Fuck you, I won't live my life in bubble-wrap.
I just can't be like that.
Lady love ain't gonna shave her pits.
The ink and freckle walk hand in hand.
No words to ponder the meaning.
No one to aspire to be.
Bad movies in the backyard.
Bad faces in the backyard.
Yeah, I refuse to live my life in bubble-wrap.
I don't need no slapstick crap.
I wanna drive a Bratmobile.
Please give me brains for breakfast.
Thinking of moving a sea of people.
We don't get paid to smile at our jobs.
We'll be proud of our cocks and cunts
and we'll set fire to the PMRC.
I just can't be like that.
I just can't be like that.
I just can't be like that.
Fuck you, I won't live my life in bubble-wrap.
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3. |
Greasy Fingerprints
03:36
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Can I take you on the train?
Can we be the only ones?
I don't need to stuff you down a throat.
I don't wanna splice our love
like some cookie-cutter motherfucker.
There's gold-plated tonsils
in a windmill.
They can tilt it for all I care.
I just wanna lick your greasy fingerprints.
Can we feel some passion?
Can it be uncompromised?
I don't need to turn you into stone.
I don't wanna be
a Gnasty Gnasty Gnorc.
There's gold-plated tonsils
in a windmill.
They can tilt it for all I care.
I just wanna lick your greasy fingers.
If you bled like a paint brush,
I think I'd strum like I gave a shit.
We'd be just like Mr Balter,
dancing around those ugly windmills.
There's gold-plated tonsils
in a windmill.
They can tilt it for all I care.
I just wanna lick your greasy fingers,
wanna suck your greasy fingerprints.
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4. |
Moonburn
03:05
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I went outside,
just to clear my head.
I can't shake the feeling
you're watching me.
I'm sorry if I seemed
a little sad today.
I went around the corner,
just to catch my breath.
If you can't be happy,
I can't be happy.
I'm sorry if I seemed
a little dead today.
Moonburn
Moonburn
Moonburn
Mooooo-ooooooo-ooooonnnnnnnnnn
Moonburn
Moonburn
Moonburn
Mooooo-ooooooo-ooooonnnnnnnnnn
A big surpise,
waiting in the dark.
It's got no deadlines,
no crippling debt.
It dances while you
sink into the creepy chair.
There's a black box on the left,
that I unplugged straight from the wall.
The doors locked anyway.
They don't let me in.
I'm happy if I seemed
a little dead today.
Moonburn
Moonburn
Moonburn
Mooooo-ooooooo-ooooonnnnnnnnnn
Moonburn
Moonburn
Moonburn
Mooooo-ooooooo-ooooonnnnnnnnnn
Moonburn
Moonburn
Moonburn
Mooooo-ooooooo-ooooonnnnnnnnnn
Moonburn
Moonburn
Moonburn
Mooooo-ooooooo-ooooonnnnnnnnnn
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