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Babes in Toyland




Альбом Babes in Toyland


To Mother EP (1991)
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The Quiet Room
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I know the sugar plum fairy her name is Mary
She's up inside my arm, halfway does great half harm
So she charmed herself into a toilet and fucked herself gold holy
Silver beads shot out her eyes

When the rain comes
When the rain comes
But then it got worse

I know you well
I wear your smell
Nailed at the hips
I, I see you are me

1 2 3 4 5
Glad you're not alive
6 7 8 9 10
Back to hell again

This sick charade
This ditch I've spade
I've come to play
I, I see you are me

1 2 3 4 5
Glad you're not alive
6 7 8 9 10
Back to hell again

Catatonic planet
I won't have it!

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You are the one that feels like no one's home
to be left alone is the marrow from my bones
you were the one

Feel like a motherfucker when the curly black
hair on my sweather spells S.A.M. was here last winter
you were the one

Serves me warm russian tea
carves our love, carves our love into a tree
you were the one

mad pilot fly into the mire
mad angels fly
you are my sky

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I remember way back when
Times weren't this hard
No they weren't this hard
And everyone had what we call
A sane mind
Roses are red
Well blood is too
And I found that out
When I needed you
Remember that one time you promised me ?
Yeah?!
No wait it was more than once now wasn't it huh?
No wait how many promises
Little precious promises
Those precious little promises
That you have broken to me
Wheres your morals
Lost with your mind
Head must be where the sun don't shine
Wheres your morals lost with your mind
I'm hanging on a rope as thin as you
Hanging on a rope as thin as you
I want you as you want me right now
In black and white
Hell can't ya'see
Those black clouds linger over you and me
Are gonna kill us can't you see?
Your love has infected me
Like a big bad disease
Your love has affected me

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Believe in me
Die for me
Drop at the feet of my dreams keep turning green
The noose you choose
Is nothing new
The tracks are loose
It's all an excuse
I hold my breath
I'm scared to death
This is the truth
Its all an excuse
Your thoughts askew
It's nothing new
You make me laugh my head off
The appeal of grey
and evil rain dainty scantys
strewn trail to ed rails damp
shanty shack her head felt the whack
the henchmans rent is spent
he's at my door
And all the mirrors are smashed from this ones the last
You make me
Laugh my head off.

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Grandma's patch stole a hen party chicken
scratch see how your garden grows
get a thread and amend us both please
this I know
Grandma's girl is coming down to steal violets from
your crown & glue them to her wrist

You have to spit to see the shine

Grandma's girl is coming down to steal violets from
your crown & glue them to her wrist
hey Jack Cath-o-lick black
stab 'em in the back-jack you're so serious
your a writer -you better write quick cause
your papers on fire
take a lathe & scrape all the glitter off
my blue glitter angel

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I know I know I know
shut up

killer clean been a racecar on a skyway down
I've been shown these wrong ways I now own
I now own all these wrong ways I've been shown

I know I know
shut up

all the rapists keep asking me for a cigarettes
I just try to grab hold of a solid piece of pavement
and pray that yes I have two legs Lee Ann she has one

I know I know
shut up

my own notions go a chocking my throath
all bad thoughts still a float around in a fury
luring me into one big abyss of hit and miss
I empty all of this

Johnny Walkeround my ninety pound of brain cloud
of how?

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The Quiet Room

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