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larger The fathers of promising new discology Tables of gold made for sacrificial ceremonies Primitive equipment, instruments from the conservatory Infernal regions that burn
Ditka made three seeds Then Max out like two ack's inside the parkin' lot Son bark a lot and get seen hit in that dark a lot What now blow, clickin' like a
microphone an' three verse weigh a ton of slaughter You oughta, five thousand, back across the water My laboratory story keep me flowin' with the glory Acapella or deep dirty instrumental
Baby's on fire Better throw her in the water Look at her laughing Like a heifer to the slaughter Baby's on fire And all the laughing boys are bitching
quiet that it brings me. And I've got too much on my mind, I think it's time to take a drive and leave it all behind. I've got a song that's halfway
Peace Camp to women only is a sensible political ploy, But if it is a demonstration of sexual exclusivity it is a sham. Aren't we seeking to destroy
dinner a bit early this week, due to the unexpected circumstances..." [Man:] "A cloud coming up. Looks like rain. We'll be alright for water now for
chich, watch me switch Lookin for a bird, I can hitch, into your atmosphere Take your pussy out like a pap smear Make you smile, at the same time crack a
out. An' not a sound, the smoke curls in the air. An' I can feel a sliding peace, come over me tonight. Dead or dancin', cross the room, The candles burn
a sihlouette, burn transit cop out his plain clothes I'm america!! this is where the pain grows like poppies In a field of dreams I paid for, I'll burn
year of death Wielding his instruments Stealth sovereign reaper Touching us with ease Infecting the roots in an instant Burning crop of disease I am just a
are the instruments? I believe they call this a breakdown, sir I can't have any breakdowns here What if there was an inspector around? Play a guitar
and water Yet journey not into the Cave of Woe long ago, a legend spoke of a beast A thousand riches hidden deep within the stone A thousand nightmares
just picture little fairies with wee tiny electric guitars. Once upon a time [not long ago] in a land not far from here, there was a place Called harmony
their lips, They'll burn it all to the ground You know if you want the truth You'll just end up getting burned too Will the water wash me clean? (Will the water
