I come in last night about half past ten,
That baby of mine wouldn't let me in.
So move it on over.
Rock it on over.
Move over little dog, a mean, old dog is movin' in.
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Don't talk, watch!
Don't talk, watch!
You came here. Watch it.
Don't like it? Walk out.
We still have all your ****ing money.
Do not nudge, kick or jiggle the seat in front of you.
I'm sitting there!
I am everywhere at once
and I will cut you up.
If you make out here,
I will cut your lips and tongue
from your head
with a linoleum knife.
Do not explain the plot.
If you don't understand, then you should not be here.
Your money is our money
and we will spend it on drugs.
Do not crinkle your food wrappers loudly.
Be considerate to others,
or I will bite your torso
and give you a disease.
Did you bring your baby?
Babies don't watch this.
Take the seed outside. Leave it in the streets.
Run over it after the show.
If I see you videotaping this movie,
Satan will rain down your throat with hot acid
and dissolve your testicles
and turn your guts into snakes.
This is copyrighted movie for Time Warner.
If I find that you've sold it on eBay,
I will break into your house
and tear your wife in half.
Owner - Johnny Scott Comics and Games
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If your body's feelin' bad
And it's the only one you have
You want to take away the pain
Go out walkin' in the rain
You watch the flowers go to bed
Ask the man inside yah head
Your spirit never has to grieve
All yah got to do's believe
The faith healer
The faith healer
All yah got to do is feel
Your body's going to start to heal
Fingertips and holy fire
Everlasting sweet desire
It don't matter what the doctor said
The healer man will sail away
Immortality for two
The miracles, can come to you
The faith healer
The faith healer
Can I put my hands on you?
Can I put my hands on you?
The faith healer
The faith healer
Faith, and hope and charity
It's simple relativity
He can make you understand
All make up to take his hand
Remember when somebody said
Ask the man inside yah head
The fingertips of holy fire
Everlasting sweet desire
The faith healer
The faith healer
Can I put my hands on you? Ahhh...
Can I put my hands on you? Ahhh...
Can I put my hands on you? Ahhh...
Can I put my hands on you? Ahhh...
Can I put my hands on you? Ahhh...
Can I put my hands on you? Ahhh...
The faith healer....
The faith healer....
The faith healer....
- The Sensational Alex Harvey Band
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I said I'll walk you home
After all the rounds
Of pouring whiskey down
The barrels of our guns.
Grab hold of your hand,
(Rebounding, rebellion!)
We were yelling at the streets,
And I'm out of my f~+#ing mind...
And I know you're next to me,
But I must confess what's in my head.
Keep pumping our
Legs to beat the ground
And our hearts to beat the band,
Sky's on fire again.
Right down this alleyway,
Lighning bolts again.
We become fireflies, just flashing at the end.
lightning crashes, an old mother dies
her intentions fall to the floor
the angel closes her eyes
It was a cold and wet December day
When we touched the ground at JFK
Snow was melting on the ground
On BLS I heard the sound
Of an angel
New York, like a Christmas tree
Tonight this city belongs to me
Angel
Soul love...this love won't let me go
So long...angel of Harlem
Birdland on fifty-three
The street sounds like a symphony
We got John Coltrane and a love supreme
Miles says she's got to be an angel
Lady Day got diamond eyes
She sees the truth behind the lies
Angel
Soul love...this love won't let me go
So long...angel of Harlem
Angel of Harlem
She says it's heart...heart and soul...
Yeah yeah...(yeah)
Yeah yeah...(right now)
Blue light on the avenue
God knows they got to you
An empty glass, the lady sings
Eyes swollen like a bee sting
Blinded you lost your way
Through the side streets
and the alleyway
Like a star exploding in the night
Falling to the city in broad daylight
An angel in Devil's shoes
Salvation in the blues
You never looked like an angel
Yeah yeah...angel of Harlem
Angel...angel of Harlem...
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Vuelve corazón
Vuelve a mi lado
Vuelve corazón
No vuelve no vuelve no vuelve no
Ojala y te me borraras para siempre de mi vida
Pero no volverte a ver
Ojala y te borraras por las noches en el día
Para no volverte a ver
Ojala y te me esfumaras de mis sueños, vida mía
Para no volverte a ver
No, ni en sueños
Well, my heart went "boom"
When I crossed that room
And I held her hand in mine...
Whoah, we danced through the night
And we held each other tight
And before too long I fell in love with her
Now I'll never dance with another (Whooh)
Since I saw her standing there
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After one or two I get used to the room
We go slow when we first make our moves
By five or six bring you out to the car
Number nine with my head on the bar
And it's sad, but true
Out of cash and I.O.U's
I got desperate desires and unadmirable plans
My tongue will taste of gin and malicious intent
Bring you back to the bar
Get you out of the cold
My sober, straight face gets you out of your clothes
And they're scared that we know
All the crimes they'll commit
Who they'll kiss before they get home
I will lie awake
Lie for fun and fake the way I hold you
Let you fall for every empty word I say
Barely conscious in the door where you stand
Your eyes are fighting sleep while your mouth makes your demands
You laugh at every word trying hard to be cute
I almost feel sorry for what I'm gonna do
And your hair smells of smoke
Who will cast the first stone?
You can sin or spend the night all alone
Brass buttons on your coat hold the cold
In the shape of a heart that they cut out of stone
You're using all your looks that you've thrown from the start
If you let me have my way I swear I'll tear you apart
Cause it's all you can be
You're a drunk and you're scared
It's ladies night, all the girls drink for free
I will lie awake
Lie for fun and fake the way I hold you
Let you fall for every empty word I say
I will lie awake
And lie for fun and fake the way I hold you
Let you fall for every empty word I say
I will lie awake
And lie for fun and fake the way I hold you
Let you fall for every empty word I say
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You are likely to be eaten...
You are likely to be eaten by a grue,
And if this predicament seems particularly cruel,
Consider whose fault it could be,
Not a torch or a match in your inventory.
You are likely to be eaten by a grue,
And if this predicament seems particularly cruel,
Consider whose fault it could be,
Not a torch or a match in your inventory.
It got narrated at you in the second person,
Every time you put it up, it seemed you got another version.
Got your life total told to you by a status line blinking,
The impossible people you could be without thinking.
Get yourself insane with personality problems,
Do a mop-up on a drop-ship, or try to stab a goblin.
That don't play in public life, you'll get arrested,
Psychoactive medication daily in your large intestine.
And the testing voices in your head said the dwarf shot first,
And with an arrow inside it bled until the doctors with needles
Posit repeatedly that you knocked that midget in the park unneededly.
This has seeded the idea that you should
Never venture from the house, never get misunderstood
By the non-player characters inhabiting Earth,
None of whom are concerned about Nort and Burt.
Now, one of whom the other aim to this around the room,
Get in the ear canal because of Doom,
The last planet they were on or near,
The verge of a set of poetics they wouldn't hear.
It would appear that the clues were in invisible ink,
No SM goddesses ever gave them time to think,
Never piloted six robots each distinct,
Don't matter how many two-liters they drink.
They're not gonna follow what you're saying at all,
No computing it all in the scope of the fall,
As you hide in your room with the lights turned out,
Turn them on in turn, leave them off for now.
You are likely to be eaten...
You are likely to be eaten by a grue,
And if this predicament seems particularly cruel,
Consider whose fault it could be,
Not a torch or a match in your inventory.
You are likely to be eaten by a grue,
And if this predicament seems particularly cruel,
Consider whose fault it could be,
Not a torch or a match in your inventory.
You read a pamphlet in my mailbox,
Letters just not coming, 'bout the font types running,
You're running processes with none of pronouns intact,
Abbreviations, you don't need 'em, better keep it grammat,
Better to punctuate your sentences, and all that dat,
Nothing ambiguous, you're going to have to get asked
To choose the red one, the round one, the crooked or the blue,
Better keep it in your pocket, don't know what it can do.
Could be the spray for the grue, gonna need it if it is,
A situation that reloads, restarts or quits.
How many points, points you're gonna get after the choice,
Gonna get angry or violent, or rejoice.
When you wish more ardently for identity shifts,
Continuing the rhyme, ever-voyaging, no lights and colors
Or sounds, just the lyric on the monochrome monitor, and you're proud
To make another verse appear by solving riddles,
If you didn't have to sleep, you'd never seek to quit,
Forever in the middle, in the midst of a quest,
If it wasn't for dawn, you'd never have to get dressed.
Sitting in your underwear typing, just like Front,
Keyboard attached to your wrist bears the brunt
As I seek to do stunts and read through their descriptions,
My guy went once to some sands that were Egyptian
I retain fame to get some snapshots, receipts,
I stand unconvinced that this happened to me.
I wouldn't want to misremember or cause to get confused,
Recall crawling toward a pyramid appearing over dunes,
Recall entering the thing and descending stairs, go from there to there,
Adventure to nightmare, did I battle a snake?
Was the treasure intact? Did the TRS-80 in my brain get hacked?
Thanks, grandpa, for buyin' it, now my life's ruined,
22 years later, MC Front got the grue, and
I'm still trying to escape, but I can't 'cause I'm up and around awake!
You are likely to be eaten...
You are likely to be eaten by a grue,
And if this predicament seems particularly cruel,
Consider whose fault it could be,
Not a torch or a match in your inventory.
You are likely to be eaten by a grue,
And if this predicament seems particularly cruel,
Consider whose fault it could be,
Not a torch or a match in your inventory.
Eaten by a grue...
Eaten by a grue...
Eaten by a grue...
Eaten, eaten, eaten by a grue...
Oh no! You've walked into the slavering fangs of a lurking grue!
Just as he hit
The ground
They lowered a tow that
Stuck in his neck to the gills
Fragments of sobriquets
riddle me this
three half eaten corneas
who hit the aureole
Stalk the ground
Stalk the ground
You should have seen
The curse that flew right by you
Page of concrete
Stained walks crutch in hobbled sway
Auto-da-fé
A capillary hint of red
Only this manupod
Crescent in shape has escaped
The house half the way
Fell empty with teeth
That split both his lips
Mark these words
One day this chalk outline will circle this city
Was he robbed of the asphalt that cushioned his face
A room colored charlatan
Hid in a safe
Stalk the ground
Stalk the ground
You should have seen
The curse that flew right by you
Page of concrete
Stain walks crutch in hobbled sway
Auto-da-fé
A capillary hint of red
Only this manupod
Crescent in shape has escaped
Pull the pins
Save your grace
Mark these words
On his grave
Pull the pins
Save your grace
Mark these words
On his grave
Pull the pins
Save your grace
Mark these words
On his grave
You should have seen
The curse that flew right by you
Page of concrete
Stain walks crutch in hobbled sway
Auto-da-fé
A capillary hint of red
Everyone knows the last toes are
Always the coldest to go
Here comes the super copter
Here comes the noise it makes
The demon was an idea
The demon is awake
Scratch mark traced across the
Surface of your mind
This hour, now upon us
The hour, now arrived
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I've got the demons in me,
I've got to flush them all away.
I feel the demons rageing,
I must clean them all away.
Yeah.
Inside I see more
Cobwebs in the way.
The magic cleaner will
Shine his smile over me.
Yeah.
I am the demon
Cleaner to save the day.
I get the back one,
Important they'll always stay.
If only one thing that you'll know,
Impostors from the show.
They'll try to trick you into
Normal treatment.
Oh don't you listen to them say,
Shush them all away,
I am the demon cleaner,
Madman saver.
I am the the freedom bleeder,
Standing naked here to say,
I'm the only way.
"Day Of The Baphomets"
Mars Volta
sawing off the pavement
repenting their past lives
might i be the only payment left
to be left behind
clay and pigment footsteps
rust it boiling clean
our bull let in linguistics
that only we can breathe
i gotta prayer that'll make you theirs now
beneath sepulchers
raise your entrails as an offer
fondling with pitchforks
in a cattle prodded sea
signaling the sedatives
to emaciate their queen
bowing in constriction
anytime you leave
we snuffed ourselves an angel
and cut her by the wings
i gotta prayer that'll make you theirs now
beneath sepulchers
raise your entrails as an offer
in my sight i was born
to bring death at the footsteps of your home
tonight
i have sewn
all the hair and crooked nails
that you all have worn
while your wife
sits at home
i plant the vermin
because she needs it so
how long must we fold by hand
the nuns are burning wheels again
dent of mattress to make it bare
come clean with the anecdote
after all we came undone
pale of sluts with host at fault
one day we won't pay your debt
our centipedes will get theirs yet
poachers in your home
poachers in your home
how long must we fold by hand
the nuns are burning wheels again
dent of mattress to make it bare
come clean with the anecdote
after all we came undone
pale of sluts with host at fault
one day we won't pay your debt
our centipedes will get theirs yet
fold the river by the lips
as a cruel and smothered wind
fits the gash with ornaments
dawn is nodding off again
raised the braille to read it clear
gathered by the cholera
rinse the burns in cauldrons
help the palm we see a lens
my hands secrete a monument
my hands secrete a monument
i am the reason
four your missing child
they might be home
but there's no trace
under your pillow
i have left a spine
oh the things we do
when you're away
i saw the message
that you wrote in the sand
dismembered hints that carve away
the anesthetic of your gospel said
put a muzzle on the lamb
give me one page
give me one page
make it blank
mace that i leak
will rain
give me one page
give me one page
make it blank
race i inflict
your way
maybe one day you'll stop and realize
the throne that you serve is dead
give me a plague
give me a plague
make it blank
nothing you own is safe
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If I disappear, would you fear for the sister I took?
When I disappear, it is clear I am up to no good.
I am caught letting blood running this bed-wetting cosmonaut,
So the last thing you realize you need is what you've already got...
So touch me or don't,
Just let me know where you've been.
Please drop me a line with a hook and some raw bleeding bait,
For I am uncaught and still swimming alone in the lake.
Simmering under a moon made in anger and hate,
Shimmering like a penny out of reach in a sewer grate...
So touch me or don't,
Just let me know where you've been.
We can leave it alone,
I'm sure there's someone who knows where you've been.
Now we can't have death without growth, not with the faults we found.
So we fixed you with cement galoshes, no one can save you now.
Even if you have friends among fish,
There'd still be no air to breathe.
You could drink up the entire ocean,
I'd still be everything you know that you'll never be.
So touch me or don't,
Just let me know where you've been.
We can leave it alone,
I'm sure there's someone who knows where you've been...
So touch me or don't,
Just let me know where you've been.
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I've got a worm inside my head,
It's got to set itself free.
I've got a wheel inside my head,
A wind of understanding.
I'm a loadin', loadin'
My war machine,
I'm contributing to the system of a breakdown scheme.
I am shutting down, shutting down your crazy dream,
I am here to shut it down, shut it down.
I see pretty flowers at my feet.
Cool breeze, clean air, hospitality.
Pretty please, pretty please, coulda been
Get the hell away from me.
I'm a loadin', loadin'
My war machine,
I'm contributing to the system of a breakdown scheme.
I am shutting down, shutting down your green machine,
I am here to shut it down, shut it down.
The ocean floor is hidden
From your viewing lens
A depth perception
Languished in the night
All my life,I’ve been
Sowing the wounds
But the seeds sprout
A lachrymal cloud
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I thought your stupidity
Was matched by no other,
Then I had the misfortune
Of meeting your brother.
Your cumulative IQ
Seems nonexistant,
I never thought I'd meet someone brain resistant...
There's two of you and that sucks.
It's time to hit the books.
Cacti, octopi, magi, Gemini,
He's a doofus, you're a doofus,
YOU'RE BOTH DOOFI!
You're legal adults,
By that I am frightened.
I think I'll just hide
Until you get enlightened.
You think that good grades
Are just grades made too early,
You're stupid, obnoxious, and both of you are girly...
There's two of you and that sucks.
It's time to hit the books.
Cacti, octopi, magi, Gemini,
He's a doofus, you're a doofus,
YOU'RE BOTH DOOFI!
You rant about things
That don't really matter.
I'll pick up a shovel,
And with it I'll splatter
Your head on the pavement,
In cold blood, quite icily.
I can't kill you in real life but this song will do nicely...
There's two of you and that sucks.
It's time to hit the books.
Cacti, octopi, magi, Gemini,
He's a doofus, you're a doofus,
YOU'RE BOTH DOOFI!
There's two of you and that sucks. (F&&~in' bad!)
It's time to hit the books. (Learn to read!)
Cacti, octopi, magi, Gemini,
He's a doofus, you're a doofus,
YOU'RE BOTH DOOFI!
Na na na na na
Na na na na na
Na na na na na
Na na na na na
WHAT!
The Bible And The Breathalyzer"
Among the tattered dwelling of the new found home, in the furthest cramped corner sat the shell of a goat head strangled in copper wire, scraped of it's insides, unwashed behind the ears, fueling the crooked names spoken by leeches.
To a thinning cowlick's fat his crippled limp, dragging along the hump of the floor. Sobbing from the smacking mouth of the demagogue wells, making wisecracks, spilling from the corners with their pink flinches, second glancing their every move.
It ate pickled nose cartilage that fell from the ceilings, a porkskin drizzle unnerving the humans, while it read aloud from it's favorite books, in glossylalia slang and hierospecks truths, following a slow and patient wait, a mocking their hair as it was glued to their upper lip combover.
Under the wall, the ships smeared by faithfully talking the magnum fanatics and their bottles of scalp soup.
They cooked up a tardis smudge on their eyes, a lunar antidote that powdered underneath the oncoming pestilence of their idling fingers.
It wrote them a seance, penetrated their every dependant desire.
It hacked off the central headpiece to the collective.
It wrote them a message in the marrow of the knife, with the extension of Baphomet* transfusion.
Glued to the animals, perversions of their former selves, patiently biting their fingernails looking for a clue.
As soon as it failed to appear, the faithful fell under the spell of public execution.
It had been an eternity filled with useless ritual, and all for nothing, promising salvation, but only flags came swarming around for a better taste.
What was left were the scraps, dressed in animal skin, defiled servants holding their breath, fatherless culprits blaming their kin, waiting for an answer.
They thought a day would come, or a giraffe might choke in midair squeal, some sort of indication.
Only it was the hands of the followers that had left their markings in neatly packed dunes filled with the decapitated remains, found sealed in sand.
It only stained the conscious for a brief moment, then came disgust.
Realizing there was nothing to it, people began collapsing in collective states of drought.
Palm-size vents heating in the chest, cluttering the graph, a bladder full of remains.
Nothing became of them because nothing was the reason, an apathetic display dripping into vats of obesity.
The feud had been sucking teeth for some time now, but the only baggage that paraded about was the curtain epidermis unfolded in an inebriated suit.
The fit came suffocating, feathering the boa-constricted paleness, frostbitten, and shovel-faced.
It came before them in utter confidence, flares of pink owls in the nest of albino eyelids blinking out chemical obscurities to the blind.
It bloomed into a hemmorrhaged contraption that impopulated the disenchanted, one by one.
All the churches were converted into quarantine facilities, inside them grew bacterial stubble compacted by larvae, contracting and teething.
A newborn litter degradively sufficient, running from the horse collarbone, amongst the murmuring femurs wimpering in fractures.
"Are you the polaroid shot you thought you were?", it said with a coy smirk.
With the position now vacant, it waltzed right in and made itself at home.
Seduced by the empty nominations at the altar of broken ballot boxes, closer to that nothingness that everyone seemed to embrace.
As it pissed all over them, the sigh of relief steamed off the soaking depressants, an impending sleep was on it's way.
DOVE:
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Tell me, mirror, what is wrong?
Can it be my De La clothes
Or is it just my De La song?
What I do ain't make-beleive
People say I sit and try
But whan it comes to being De La
It's just me myself and I
It's just me myself and I
It's just me myself and I
It's just me myself and I
POS:
Now you tease my Plug One style
And my Plug One spectacles
You say Plug One and Two are hippies
No, we're not, that's pure Plug bull
Always pushing that we've formed an image
There's no need to lie
When it comes to being Plug One
It's just me myself and I
It's just me myself and I
It's just me myself and I
It's just me myself and I
DOVE:
Proud, I'm proud of what I am
Poems I speak are Plug Two type
Please oh please let Plug Two be
Himself, not what you read or write
Right is wrong when hype is written
On the Soul, De La that is,
Style is surely our own thing
Not the false disguise of showbiz
De La Soul is from the soul
And this fact I can't deny
Strictly from the Dan called Stuckie
And from me myself and I
It's just me myself and I
It's just me myself and I
It's just me myself and I
POS:
Glory, glory hallelu
Glory for Plugs One and Two
But that glory's been denied
By kizids and dookie eyes
People think they dis my person
By stating I'm darkly pack
I know this so I point at Q-Tip
And he states, 'Black is Black'
Mirror mirror on the wall,
Shovel chestnuts in my path
Please keep on up with the nuts
So I don't get in aftermath
But if I do I'll calmly punch them
In the fourth day of July
'Cause they tried to mess with
Third degree, that's me myself and I
It's just me myself and I
It's just me myself and I
It's just me myself and I
It's just me myself and I
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I'm Starting With The Man In
The Mirror
I'm Asking Him To Change
His Ways
And No Message Could Have
Been Any Clearer
If You Wanna Make The World
A Better Place
(If You Wanna Make The
World A Better Place)
Take A Look At Yourself, And
Then Make A Change
(Take A Look At Yourself, And
Then Make A Change)
(Na Na Na, Na Na Na, Na Na,
Na Nah)
Now a woman who'll kiss on a very 1st date,
Is usually a hussy,
And a woman who'll kiss on the second time out,
Is anything but fussy,
But a woman who'll wait 'till the 3rd time around,
Head in the clouds, feet on the ground,
She's the girl he's glad he's found,
She's his Shipoopi.
Shipoopi, Shipoopi, Shipoopi,
The girl is hard to get.
Shipoopi, Shipoopi, Shipoopi,
But you can win her yet.
Walk her once just to raise the curtain,
Then you walk around twice and you make for certain.
Once more in the flower garden,
She will never get sore if you beg her pardon.
Do, re, mi, fa, sol, la, si, do,
Si, la, sol, fa, mi, re, do.
Squeeze her once when she isn't lookin'.
If you get a squeeze back that's fancy cookin'.
Once more for a pepper-upper,
She will never get sore on her way to supper,
Do, re, mi, fa, sol, la, si, do, si, do,
Now little ol' sal was a No-gal,
As anyone could see,
Look at her now, She's a Go-Gal,
Who only goes for me,
Squeeze her once when she isn't lookin'.
If you get a squeeze back that's fancy cookin'.
Once more for a pepper-upper,
She will never get sore on her way to supper,
Do, re, mi, fa, sol, la, si, do, si, do,
Shipoopi, shipoopi, shipoopi,
The girl is hard to get,
Shipoopi, shipoopi, shipoopi,
But you can win her yet.
(Musical/Dance Break)
Shipoopi, Shipoopi, Shipoopi,
The girl is hard to get.
Shipoopi, shipoopi, shipoopi,
But you can win her yet.
You Can Win Her Yet!
Shipoopi
Runaway train never going back
Wrong way on a one way track
Seems like I should be getting somewhere
Somehow I'm neither here no there
Can you help me remember how to smile
Make it somehow all seem worthwhile
How on earth did I get so jaded
Life's mystery seems so faded
I can go where no one else can go
I know what no one else knows
Here I am just drownin' in the rain
With a ticket for a runaway train
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Can you help me
Help me get out of this place
Slow sedation
Ain't my style ain't my face
Givin? me a number
Nine, seven, eight
Gimme back my name
Crazy
But I don't think that I can see
You can hear them
Only talkin? at me
Livin? on the outside
Lookin? inside to be free
Feel so good for awhile
You don't know why
Cry while you lie
You are true...you are true...you are true
Save me
Is there nothing that I can use
Please believe me
Am I conforming to your views
Promise you anything
Watch me cryin? out to you
Gimme back my name
Let me make my statement
(lead)
Crazy.....crazy.....crazy.....crazy
Crazy.....a suitable case for treatment
Crazy,crazy......just a suitable case for treatment
Crazy,crazy
Director of Sales
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...said Tommy the Cat as he reared back to clear whatever foreign matter may have nestled it's way into his mighty throat. Many a fat alley rat met it's demise while staring point-blank down the cavernous barrel of this awesome prowling machine. Truly a wonder of nature, this urban predator. Tommy the Cat had many a story to tell, but it was on rare occasions, such as this, that he did....
they don't eat, don't sleep
they don't feed, they don't seethe
bare their gums when they moan and squeak
lick the dirt off a larger one's feet
they don't push, don't crowd
congregate until they're much too loud
f*ck to procreate till they are dead
drink the blood of their so called best friend
they don't scurry when something bigger comes their way
don't pack themselves together and run as one
don't sh!t where they're not supposed to
don't take what's not theirs, they don't compare
they don't scam, don't fight
don't oppress an equals given rights
starve the poor so they can be well fed
line their holes with the dead ones bread
they don't scurry when something bigger comes their way
don't pack themselves together and run as one
don't sh!t where they're not supposed to
don't take what's not theirs, they don't compare...
they don't scurry when something bigger comes their way
don't pack themselves together and run as one
don't sh!t where they're not supposed to
don't take what's not theirs, they don't compare...
rats...they don't compare
rats...they don't compare
ben, the two of us need look no more
ben, the two of us need look no more
"A Cloak Of Elvenkind"
A cloaking robe of elvenkind
Hangs in my wardrobe behind
All those things that mother
Said were proper for a boy
And I know I could not say why
On this summer evening
Sixteen books on magic spells
Stacked below the cloak of elves
And sixteen books on magic spells
So elegantly bound
And I know I could not say why
On this summer evening
And I know something...something about you
And I know something...something about you
A cloaking robe of elvenkind
Hangs in my wardrobe behind
All those things that mother said
Were proper for a boy
I learned the truth at seventeen
That love was meant for beauty queens
And high school girls with clear skinned smiles
Who married young and then retired
The valentines I never knew
The Friday night charades of youth
Were spent on one more beautiful
At seventeen I learned the truth