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4. | Dies Iraea |
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7. | Nude With Boots |
8. | Flush |
9. | The Stupid Creep |
10. | The Savage Hippy |
11. | It Tastes Better Than the Truth |
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Any more lazy
He wont eat or speak
Running, raving, headless leading
little horned animal
They will burn in poison
Forget everything
Ruotten, raving, headless leading
Animal is homeless
Round head, so big
He's here to pull their eyes out now, for the picking
My god, it's all remaining
My man, so big
Keeps me here to pulverize, I'm down, for the many
My god, it's all remaining
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My eyes are needles
with eyes not so narrow
Another win and we were finished for a while
My love a head wound and your free, head wound
Don't know what I even wanna try to be
Wake up, come on!
Your tongue makes it happen
A little prince with the golden money in his hands
I got my heaven warded
And you're not my ground
And we are all just alive
I just don't like them alone
And I can hear
Not so you'd know
The hand a man needs
And then one will a-lone
hey! Buckets run to princely rickets
fits where it's sold
Soon be outgrown
Bloody tie at best its broken
Least of dolls it goes unspoken
You should have known
Water's high, my clock's stopped ticking
This body's cold
Still growing bolder
Hey!!!
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I'll always think of you as I'll try to cross the endless ocean.
As long as my guides are guiding me I don't know how much time I need.
My dreams sometimes look so far away.
And I feel like I am lost.
There are angels all around me.
They give faith and hope with wings to fly.
And I have to fly right now.
To the sky to find tomorrow.
I keep calling you but there's no answer from you.
I'm drifting all by myself.
So many tears are falling down.
I'll always think of you as I'll try to cross the endless ocean.
As long as my guides are guiding me I don't know how much time I need.
Its a miracle that we can find each other in this world.
Don't know how far it is to get there.
But we know we're always happy.
As we're trying to look for our dreams.
Together.
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There's a little animal, way up in the air
My nose and tongue are roving, but maybe it's not there
There's a little man now, in the middle of the earth
He gives himself these orders and let it all be burned
There are lots of makeshift wonders, seven in the world
Five of them will not be noticed and three will not be heard
There's a meal there's a window, there's a face that you can't see
You can keep what you've stolen, just give it back to me
I vow to taste my vengence, even if they dare
Maybe his time is coming, and maybe he's better off
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(ending chorus)
There is no endin
And there's no wonder why
The pistol maker
And take home what he needs
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It Tastes Better Than the Truth |
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