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Vulture Prom
02:39
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the girls got mad cuz they all brought vultures
and they's allergic to their shiny coats
they tell the driver out front to pull around back
yeah keep it in gear so he's ready to go
if the boys come out alive, make it from the other side
they'll be so incensed that they look like molting
but they don't so they're ready to burn like icy
so the six of us climb to the top of the branches
and make our eyes on the window below
see the driver from the front pulled it around back
yeah kept it in gear so he's ready to go
if the boys come out alive, make it from the other side
they'll be so incensed that they look like molting
but they don't so they're ready to burn like icy
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2. |
Daisy
03:56
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there ain't no thing like a damned new thing
in a fundamental way of thing
the blue grass is high, daisy, you're so high
chomp or chew, spit or chew
you hit me honey and i hit you
but where is that yard? he ain't got no yard
fine
spit down on that tracks
the tracks through town, running brown
and get your news back, bitch
gazal strip, that german, that shepherd
see i saw him teeter up on that fence
but the dog, he ain't got no yard
where is that yard?
he ain't jackson or white cocking through the yard
rolling up them oats and cats, meow
he aint jackson and he ain't white, strutting through the yard
rolling up them oats and cats
so where's that yard? he ain't got no yard, daisy
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3. |
Peanut Butter
03:08
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you're a pacifist's peanut butter
with your gift for civility
i cannot help it if the things you love tend to embarrass me
you married a man named Gino
with a guttural need for speed
i cannot help it if the men you love, they make a girl of me
in silence i quake like a schoolboy
i'd do all the things you'd do
you wonder boohoohoo how do i get him to talk?
you little pacifist's peanut butter
with your gift for civility
i cannot help it if the men you love, they make a girl of me
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4. |
Wild is the Wind
03:08
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5. |
God Hater
04:48
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hey, little dude, lemme suit you
youth is a joke, cook everything but the yolk
it's all in your mind, a yell in the brain
where everything from sad to sane makes living insane
in place of your bike, you find a car
hawk the old car and find yourself at the bar
where you're swimming in place cuz swimming is great
everything from sad to sane makes living insane
lover of man, hater of gods
hater of gods, lover of man
bees fly off in the typical direction
just like you they can always get erections
when they find a woman, know she's the gods
out there in the ether molding every mirage
lover of man, hater of gods
hater of gods, lover of man
nary a man has touched the breast of the gods
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6. |
Fire Song
04:49
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sleazy on the corner of a gambling range
mama sees a taker in the holding pen
one finger on the place where his paper is hot
a bloody cut the size of arkansas, tequila and rocks
ho hum, jet black skies
mommy's little baby
she laid him to close to the firing line
now the baby takes his bird without the gravy
they say: sizable, the difference is the way we make plans
that cake around the distance from the wing to the lance
soaking and we're yolking and we joke along too
as pacifists we're messy, berries all in our boo
but berry juice builds fires like the vamps all do
friends of gypsies, tramps and thieves, what's more
they have babies too
heave ho, drop that lie
you're daddy's little baby
he left you dangling close to the gambling range
now the baby takes admission from the fires and freaks
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