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Transnational Speedway League: Anthems, Anecdotes, And Undeniable Truths (17.08.1993)
17.08.1993
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If you thought it was boring in Jordan
Then come out here for a day
And by the way, the name is Marcus
But if you like, you can call me Sensei
Well the emperor is in the pig sty
And the geisha is in the shack
And you better believe I'll hold them there
Till the feds, they pay me back

Kamikaze backbone
Nine iron spitfire
Continental samurai
Oh my lord
Brown sugar, sweet potato
Sourmash, baby back
Redneck romance
Bless my soul

Hari Kari and combines,
Come dancin' with me
Hari Kari and combines,
Won't you come dancin' with me?

Yes, I'm a New World Samurai, and a redneck nonetheless
Yes, I'm a New World Samurai, and a redneck nonetheless
Yes, I'm a New World Samurai, and I can read your mind
Check it out, I'm like a buzzbomb
Yes, I'm a New World Samurai,
Check it out, I'm like a buzzbomb

So Beebopalloobopawopshamboo
And domo arigato if I got to
Bebopaloobopawopshamboo
And domo arigato if I got to
Bebopaloobopawopshamboo
And domo arigato if I got to
Bebopaloobopawopshamboo
And domo arigato if I got to

. . .


Like a fly to doo doo
You need me like a bird needs wings
Or little bunny fufu who needs to bop the field mice
So all the kids can sing

They call me El Jefe
El primo de los matadors
The master of the metaphor,
A chaw chewin' troubadour
The one you've come to love and adore,
And I've come to take you away

Take you away
Take you away
Take you away

Take you away
Take you away
Take you away

I'll make you go goo goo
Like a baby that sees candy right before its eyes
I'll kiss your little boo boo
Make it better than it's ever felt before

They call me El Jefe
El primo de los matadors
The master of the metaphor,
A chaw chewin' troubadour
The one you've come to love and adore,
And I've come to take you away

I'll take you away now
I'll take you away now

Can you do the two step fleshtone slide?
Well I'll teach you
Can you do the achy breaky eyeball dance?
Well I'll teach you

Can you do the two step fleshtone slide?
Well I'll teach you
Can you do the achy breaky eyeball dance?
Well I'll teach you

They call me El Jefe
The boss and the point man
And I've come to take you away
They call me El Jefe
The boss and the hit man
And I've come to take you away

. . .


Perhaps it's just the way the light falls
But everything looks like a target to me
And I don't know where the gun is
But I'm certain that it's pointed at me

And in the jungle, retched jungle
They say the lion eats tonight
And all around it is a colliseum
Dripping with a voracious appetite

I say hey there, fella
Whose soul are you tormenting now?
Hey there, fella
Whose soul are you tormenting now?

In the course of all the previous events
It is evident that something's bound to happen
Come on, rear your ugly head to me
I've got nothing to lose but my apathy

The root of the problem has been isolated
The root of the problem has been isolated
The root of the problem has been isolated
The root of the problem has been isolated

Come on, motherfucker
Come on, motherfucker
Come on, motherfucker
Let's throw down

Come on, motherfucker
Come on, motherfucker
Come on, motherfucker
Let's throw down

Just try me
Just try me
What are you waiting for?

Come on, motherfucker
Let's throw down
Come on, motherfucker
Let's go

Just rear your ugly fucking head
I'll put it on a platter
Just rear your ugly fucking head
I'll put it on a platter

Come on, motherfucker
Come on, motherfucker
Come on, motherfucker
Let's throw down

Come on, motherfucker
Come on, motherfucker
Come on, motherfucker
Let's go

Hey there
Hey fella
Hey there
Hey fella

Come on, motherfucker
Come on, motherfucker
Come on, motherfucker
Let's throw down

Come on, motherfucker
Come on, motherfucker
Come on, motherfucker
Let's throw down

Just try me
Just try me
What are you waiting for?

Come on, motherfucker
Let's throw down
Come on, motherfucker
Let's go

I'll make you wish that you'd never been born
I'll make you wish that you'd never been born
I'll make you wish that you'd never been born
Come on, motherfucker
Let's go

Hey there
Hey fella
Hey there
Hey fella

. . .


This was always the last place
I expected to be
Once upon an apocalypse
So better make the most of it
So I said to the horsemen
Have a Coke and a smile
So I said to the horsemen
Why not stick around for a while?

But they said You Got The Wrong One Baby
The New Generation is pushing up some daisies
And by decree of Rapture Inc.
We're closing this here market permanently

Coming down like a ton of lead
More bang for your buck
More pangs for the dead
Coca Cola and Armageddon
I like it, like it, yes I do

So they
Tried to teach the world to sing
In perfect harmony
But it was way off key
So here comes the big RC
The melting pot boils
The bible belt breaks
And young America begins to sing

Coca Cola and Armageddon
We like it, like it, yes we do
Coca Cola and Armageddon
It's The Real Thing now
Come and get it

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Temptation of Indulgence
Divides and conquers my mind
An elegy for fading youth
Welcome to mankind

If you provide the spleen
Then I'll provide the ideal
If I provide a puppet
Will you provide the strings?

Revel in the glory
Of a coming of age
Decades of suppression
Released in a rage

Have mercy

How can I seize the day when it is dusk?
You provide the pull, and I'll provide the thrust
Romance is nothing but a sack of lies
But it is truth which I have come to despise

Bacchanal

If I provide the scene
Will you provide the ordeal?
If I provide a crown
Will you provide a queen?

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Fine swine, wish you were mine
Bite the apple of my eye
This little piggy never made it home

Helter skelter, run for shelter
Can't escape the boiling swelter
Beat you like the dog that you are

Oh, I could kill you if I wanted
Kill you with my own two hands
Oh, I'm so happy I could kill you
Kill you like a sacrificial lamb

Because you, you are nothing but an animal
With a branding iron on your back
A sight so obscene, a sight so absurd
So many ways to skin a cat

All cut up
All cut up

Everything tastes better now
My hands, these tools, the fatted cow
The swine, the wine, the coming feast
Your Jesus Christ has canine teeth

Fine swine, wish you were mine
Bite the apple of my eye
This little piggy never made it home

Helter skelter, run for shelter
Can't escape the boiling swelter
Beat you like the dog that you are

Because you, you are nothing but an animal
With a branding iron on your back
A sight so obscene, a sight so absurd
So many ways to skin a cat
All cut up
All cut up

Everything tastes better now
My hands, these tools, the fatted cow
The swine, the wine, the coming feast
Your Jesus Christ has canine teeth

. . .


Rats over the dishes
Rats over the dishes
Please tell me what the ratties say
Please tell me what the ratties say
Rats over the dishes

And God was certainly a genius
To expose this human weakness

Rats over the dishes
Please tell me what the ratties say

And the doorway is a cutaway of flesh and bone
Lay me down upon a bed of roses

And to think that this was once my home
But now some sick bastard's pleasure dome
They say to build a better man trap
Will lead the rats to beat a path to your door

Build a better man trap
And the rats will beat a path to your door

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Now all will be sanctified
And now all will be purified
And now all will be rectified
And now all will be rectified

And now you will be purified

So you writhe in the deep fry
Squirm like the Earthworm
In that mud called love
That you justified
That will be purified
Whether you like it or not

So you leap from the dung heap
Squirm like the Earthworm
In that mud called love
That you justified
That will be purified
Whether you like it or not

. . .


Rise now my son
You were suffering from a horrible dream
So mend your ways before they tear you by the seams
You're not the first and not the last
So take this relic of the beloved past

Take it now, It's yours, pass it on, preserve
This undeniable heritage of yours

So take this heirloom
So take this heirloom
So take the heirloom
So take the heirloom

But I don't want it
And I don't need it
So you can keep it
So you can keep it

I don't want it, I don't need it
Take your heirloom to hell
I will not fulfill your prophecy
Because this heirloom, it burns like a scar
The call denies the branding iron at last

I don't want it
I don't want it
I don't want it
I don't want it

. . .


Well I crashed a Cadillac through the Gates Of Hell
And returned with a Fist Full Of Dollars
And Evel Knievel, like Virgil
Was a gentleman as well as a scholar

I fly like a Retro-glide buckshot
And you know I hang like a hex on a barn
Grind the guardrail like a nail on a file
Above and beyond the hole nine yards

Well I rolled Jesse Helms like a cigarette
And smoked him higher than the highest of the minarets
Jesse James couldn't even handle it
Started looking at me like I was Sanskrit

'Cause in the Great Shining Path of the Great Monster Trucks
There's no such thing as beginner's luck
I'm the Dirty Dozen for the price of one
Get it while it's hot, going, going, going, gone

It's about time you started learning
Started learning to come to where the flavor is
Flavor is

It's about time you started learning
You started learning to come to Where the Flavor Is
Flavor is

The skies are always sunny in the heart of Flavor Country
Where the washer's stuffed with money are growing like grass
Junk bondage racks never cut you slack
But that's the way the racket goes when rounding up green backs

Don't hate me just because I'm beautiful
You'll find that it's really not unusual
When you're raised with The Good, The Bad, The Ugly
A holy trinity in Flavor Country

It's about time you started learning
Started learning to come to Where the Flavor Is
Flavor is

I got spurs that jingle, jangle, jingle
I got spurs that jingle, jangle, jingle
And you are my happy trail
You are my happy trail
You are my happy trail
You are my happy trail

The skies are always sunny in the heart of Flavor Country
The skies are always sunny in the heart of Flavor Country
The skies are always sunny in the heart of Flavor Country

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Behold the man, a living example
In his likeness sacred profane
Behold the man, what I have done?

The path to hell is paved
With least resistance
But those less traveled by
Shall make a world of difference

Beating myself to a pulp
Extracting from my skull
All those things I've learned to live with
All those things I've loved
All these things are killing me
A perpetual fall from grace
But the hand that feeds
Is the hand that beats me
Fiercely in the face

So I will build myself an effigy
No longer mope in mediocre hell

Behold the man, a living example
Behold the man, what have I done?
Behold the man in his likeness
Sacred profane
Behold the man, a living example
Behold the man, what have I done?
Behold the man in his likeness
What have I done?

Effigy
Effigy
Effigy
Effigy

Behold the man
Behold the man

The icons, betrayal, and guilt
The icons, betrayal, and guilt
The icons, betrayal, and filth
The icon, what have I done?

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