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Buscemi Believe Me
02:29
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I got your autograph at the red carpet show
But in the alleyway, you said “whoa whoa whoa whoa”.
Steve Buscemi come and take me on a daydream with the fairies.
You’ve got a face like an angel after ravages of rabies.
Would you speak closely into this microphone.
I need your DNA to make your clone.
Oh Stevey believe me, you’re the only one for me.
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2. |
Toxic Ooze
03:26
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Swimming in toxic ooze. Swimming in goo.
Diamond to coal. Bleach all the coral. Cook the whole world.
Radiation smile. Mad max attire. Jakku junk pile.
Nuke all the ents. Let Noah sink. Margret Atwood end.
Crops to locust shit. Crude to oil slick. Pop an agent orange zit.
Captain Planet he's a hero. Going to take pollution down to zero. All the bad guys loot and plunder. Now he's washed up and we're going under. Gina Rinehart she's a pirate. Going to mine hard until we've all died. Zombie peasants mining coal in a mutated reign in a barren kingdom.
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3. |
Little Spoon
03:01
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Big old trucker on a highway. Getting lost and getting lonely.
A little tubby. A little fuzzy. More to love but still is lonely.
We all want to be a little spoon.
Big old sumo cause an earthquake, thighs of thunder but full of heart ache.
Lucha libre fighting freely. El Ganador pero please don’t leave me.
And I’m crying in the winter for my mamma. I need some kisses. And some love. And some hugs.
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Sinning on a Sunday
03:52
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Heading off to lands far away. We’re going on the crusades.
I know we shouldn’t kill but it’s just a couple of infidels.
Everybody's sinning but nobody's sinning on a Sunday. It's so much better on a Sunday.
We’re living the pagan life. And I’m running off with your wife. Shouldn't take God's name but your dad’s in hell and your mum’s free game.
And there ain't no kittens in heaven I know. But Mary Magdalene you look so fine so you can take my heart and crush my soul.
Sprinkles is sprinkles but sprinkles so much better on a Sunday.
Driving is driving but driving so much better on a Sunday.
Easy is easy but easy so much easy on a Sunday.
And sinning is sinning but sinning so much better on a Sunday.
It's so much better on a Sunday.
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5. |
Honeypot
03:43
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Got your legs tangled in a trip wire.
Got your wrist watch snaggled in a detonator.
Fell asleep on a live landmine.
Dreamed of peace the whole night.
Got a liaison with the enemy.
Trading codes in the DMZ.
Your rendezvous has a pretty charm.
You rendezvous until dawn.
Got your sticky paws caught in a honey pot.
Half of you wants to end the war. And the other half wants to get caught.
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6. |
On Parole
04:01
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I’m a dodgy old sinner. Penitent on the cross.
I’m covered in sauerkraut in the middles of town, locked in the stock.
Put me on parole. I ate the apple. Give me three Hail Marys and let me go.
I’m covered in guilty sweat, holy water has all run out.
Stole all the candies from babies and all of the babies from all of the mums.
Crawl out of your grave little baby. Strangle me with your little hands. What happens in a pet cemetery, when you go in already bad?
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Billy Wallace you broke my heart, together 50 years but so far apart.
Hang out the washing, while the dogs run round the yard.
Let out a little sigh before I go back inside.
Billy Wallace you broke my heart. Together 50 years and so far apart.
Billy Wallace you gave me a ring. We both said “I do” but you were never my friend.
Clean up the dishes, whip up some cream for tea.
Mark and Jane are coming round for scones and tea.
Billy Wallace you broke my heart Together 50 years and so far apart.
Billy Wallace you gave me a ring. We both said I do but you were always with him.
Now I’m dead and buried. Six feet underground. But your bones are laying on the other side of town.
Billy Wallace you broke my heart. Together 50 years and so far apart.
Billy Wallace you gave me a ring. We both said I do but you were always with him.
You were always with him.
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8. |
Back Broke Boogie
02:31
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Old spice and delirium a septuagenarian, scattered memories of a goldfish aquarium.
It came on too soon we’re in the Temple of Doom. Oh you’ll hear me scream and shout, when they pull my prostate out.
Swing here little lemon drop. Lose those dentures pucker up. Shake that ass until is smokes. And boogie with your back broke. We’ll boogie with our backs broke.
Get off my lawn you little shit, listen while I shake my stick. My bushy eyebrows are overgrown my gravel voice just turns to stone.
You don't know the things I saw, haunted by the scenes of war. Wake up screaming, and shitting bullets on the floor.
Don't know what will mark the end or what becomes of you my friend. Could be alcoholism or an aneurysm.
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9. |
Hunt the Weeds
03:32
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Wander the desert like a lost kid.
We’ve been dying of thirst, chaffing our legs off and crushed from above by a pyramid.
Giving up on breeding and I’m everybody’s’ meat.
The apex rules the streets so I’ll hunt the weeds.
When they die they become the grass.
It's just some shady dogma about what the light touches to justify their massacres.
I want to be king of the jungle. But now I'm beaten and humble.
One of the grunts in a platform game.
It's our purpose to die at the start of the level to give the boss a bit of play.
And all of the chains and pipes won't give us a hope in hell of surviving today.
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10. |
Dirty Old Moon
02:22
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Campfire passed out. The clouds stumbled away.
The trees are skinny dipping on the side of the bay.
It's me and you and the dirty old moon. Peaking through.
Kicking the duck and clowning around.
The dizzy stars are slurring and slumped on the ground.
And we're going blind babe. All night long.
And we're spinning round.
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11. |
Ding
03:37
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I’ve got a ding on the head and I’m glad I'm not dead. Now I'm not happy and now I’m not sad. And all those hopes and dreams and dread have drunk warm tea and gone to bed.
Had a cup of tea with the boogie man. We resolved our differences now we are best friends. Took a little sleep in a shallow grave. All the spooks and ghouls said that I was so brave.
Got a broken heart and faulty brain. The weight of the world causing shoulder pain. My specialist said it's no problem. He'll do me a deal if I trade them in.
There's on thing I want to know. Did Satan steal my soul? Will something fill the void? Or is Jesus playing a joke?
All all sleepless nights in bed.
That special crush that never cared.
All those boogie men I feared.
That full moon with Old Greg.
Those raging riots in my head.
All those walk-backs from the ledge.
Drunken rambles that I said.
Sloppy kisses on new years.
DING.
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