1. |
Free Range Human
03:52
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Would you like to come in?
I know what you came for
Just a lick of the skin
All is well in hell
All that glitters is piss tonight
Pentatentacle mass
I'd partake if not for
Put your tongue up my ass
Baby I'm in heaven
Pain and pleasure is all the same
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2. |
Arm the Cannon
04:10
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...Oh well
She stared at gaping flesh and said, "I have that too!"
Well I know not you, strange person
The devil doth reside in your skin, or some residue of him
Where are your manners, human?
Yes, conscience is an afterthought
Drink it away
And enter pin inside my skin
At least I think this is my skin... oh well
Arm the cannon
And fire well
The grave, for certain
This hollow shell
I came alone
I'll leave alone
Yep
And you prowl the city streets late at night, looking for me
Looking for fresh kerfuffle
"Sir, give me a chance I implore thee."
Me.
Ever-speaking, never-thinking clap dispenser; perpetual fool
Like you would know what love is
Now stop your lamentation, and give me a smile
This is your final curtain
Arm the cannon
And fire well
The grave, for certain
This hollow shell
Arm the cannon
And fire well
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3. |
The Song on the Radio
03:04
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La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la goes the song on the radio
I don't wanna know this
But anyway I do
la-la-la-la-al-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-ah-la-la-al-la-lah (goes the song on the radio)
I don't wanna know
Goes the song on the radio
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4. |
Lone Documentarian
03:46
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Amalgamation of limbs and sweat in a room devoid of grey matter
My situation is a late-night show
A late-night show I never saw before, I'm gonna
Throw down with a young little miss and I don't know who will end up as a splatter: on the wall
I'm just a lone documentarian
Oooh-ah
Wednesday night, friday night
Sunday mornin' too
Black eye, blood splatter
I got a feeling that I can't lose
I got a camera for you, son
I got a camera for this situation
I got a camera for you, son
I got a camera for this situation
I got a camera for this situation
I got a camera for this situation
I got a camera for you, son
I got a camera for this situation-un-nuh
Wednesday night, friday night (friday night)
Sunday mornin' too
Black eye, blood splatter
I got a feeling that I can't lose
I got a feeling that I can't lose (can't lose) (can't lose)
I'm gonna do it like I gotta do it
My beverage is gonna overtake me, enable my Kung Fu
Mistake collector, I'm the only director of a late-night show you've never seen before, what is it?
Jerry Spring, anger within, she wants to punch me
You wanna duke it out girl? (I know my Kung Fu)
You wanna duke it out girl? (I know my Kung Fu)
You wanna duke it out girl? (I know my Kung Fu)
You wanna duke it out girl? (I know my Kung Fu)
We're gonna duke it out
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5. |
Watch It Happen
04:52
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Wait. And watch it happen
Live on your handheld device
The ice will melt and the air will come alive with fire
Cough blood and perish
Die of thirst
A welcoming gift for the unborn child
Have a swig kid
Have a toke
Have a fucking syringe
And watch our fellow monkey scramble vainly
The comedy of life, you see it?
Hey! What the f-
(It hit the spot?)
Yeah.
Thank you
A bunch of dicks in fancy attire have made this planet a stinky old mire
Our hands are tied
There's no way out
What is life but death in waiting
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6. |
Grave Dancer
04:47
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No more friction
Let the sinner atone
Flesh eviction
To the valley alone
Is that me?
Could it be?
Let me see
Am I free?
Am I free
No need to listen
Watch the sinner atone
Fleshy fission
Get this skin off my bone
Sweet trance
Grave dancer
It all will come to an end
Burn the page that
Holds the answer
Grave dancer
...is that me?
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7. |
Resurrection
03:54
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Let him perish here
And cut his worldly tether
Priest of locusts, death and fear
Just leave him here, don't put him back together
Darkness beckons him
One day we all must heed the call
Leave him and his worms alone
His day is done, and he'd be gone forever
No dice
Revive these lifeless eyes
They would have me release you from your vow?
Nay, like Lazarus before you shall rise once more
Stronger
Faster
Beautiful in your horrid putrescence
Spring forth, my childe, in the name of blood and bile
Spread your wings, impregnate things and make the world my rank and file
For what is life but service?
Dance my puppets
In service to your lord
It is my world yet
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8. |
Tonight
04:07
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It seems like everyone is out
Searching
Don't think they're ready for the bout
Placid, flaccid
Yeah
Smile for the fucking camera
And hide your crippling pain
Put on that mask you call a face and come with me to the land of mutual fucking gain
Would you come dance with me tonight?
I wanna combine with you
Now I could say that I won't bite
But you know that I would
Greet me like (a friend)
Hug me like (a friend)
Kiss me like (a friend)
Fuck me like (a friend)
If you would play the part of woman
While I exemplify the man
You Jane and I be Tarzan
Fleshy fusion, that's right
Look at us gallivanting
Like we have cause to gallivant
Illusions are enchanting
Worthless, mirthless, yeah
This is what life is all about
Our hands are tied, there's no way out
For what is life but death in
Waiting, waiting, yeah
Would you come dance with me tonight?
I wanna combine with you
Now I could say that I won't bite
But you know that I would
Would you come dance with me tonight?
I wanna combine with you
Now I could say that I won't bite
Squeak
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9. |
Vaffanculo, Assassino
04:07
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Vaffanculo, assassino
See no evil, hear no evil
That's what I'm talkin' 'bout
That way when I wave my gun up in your face y-
You won't scream or run or even shout
You got horns, my friend
I don't think you can pretend
To keep this adage alive
Yeah all I have is just the one round
I gotta keep it 'til I hit the town
Yeah all I have is just the one round
I gotta keep it 'til I hit the town
Now look at Raul, with his James Dean kind of cool (James Dean)
If I didn't know ass from backwards, I'd let the fucker rule (let Raul rule)
But he's got horns my friend, you know that might portend?
This guy made Adam descend
I'll get him in the end
Yeah all I have is just the one round
I gotta keep it 'til I hit the town
Yeah all I have is just the one round
I gotta keep it 'til I hit the town
I gotta keep it 'til I hit the town 'cause I'm savin' it for you
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10. |
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And then he speaks
What the fuck man, are you high?
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