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Biteclub
02:35
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Play write, jaw drops,
Senselesskings on horseback,
What’s his style? I can’t stop you,
What’s it worth?
Supercallifragilisticexpealli’m killing the stint,
I’m only here for the rhythm,
I ain’t gone down in sicking up my kicking second to waste,
I’m only half the person,
What’s what, I’ll adhere it too,
But I’ve been knockin on a different consensus,
[It’s all that I thought]
But caught’s caught, I’d even fear it too,
Cos I’ve been rockin sockin down in the reckless - yeah
Shifts in time could save lives,
Hit with a ten tonne weight of hard nights and pride,
A stitch in time could save nine lives,
From a twenty tonne weight hanging tight on a neck tie
[x2]
Soul sucking sister s-s-suck on my weakness,
Gimme just a second so I’ll land on my feet first,
Supercallifragilisticexpealli’m killing the stint,
I’m only here for the rhythm,
I ain’t gone down in sicking up my kicking second to waste,
I’m only half the person,
What’s what I’ll adhere to it too,
But I’ve been knockin on a different consensus,
[It’s all that I thought]
But caught’s caught, I’d even fear it too,
Rocket cock it down in the - wreck and the two piece suit
Shifts in time could save lives,
Hit with a ten tonne weight of hard nights and pride,
A stitch in time could save nine lives,
From a twenty tonne weight hanging tight on a neck tie
Killer kicks cultivated killing my witness,
Gimme just a second so I’ll land on my feet first
What a hell of a show,
Desperate for a piece of the action,
Yeah he’s gotta go,
If I didn’t know better I’d say,
Someone came in my dressing room,
I shoulda known,
I shoulda known,
I shoulda known,
That’s my line,
Oh yeah.
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Karartery
05:30
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Do what? Do what?
Do just what you say,
Do what? Do what?
There’s no final say,
“Let’s go down the silent disco”
“There’s a new place in San Francisco!”
“I’m trying to keep it quiet for now”
“But I love this place, it’s so high brow.”
What Stack, stack, b-b-breaking the back,
My bones my bones, s-s-starting to crack, yeah?
25 lashes, for dragging the bag
I can’t see, can’t see through my cataracts
I don’t think, don’t think I can bare the noise
But I can’t, I can’t ignore the voice
Yeah I’m whipped, stripped,
Purse lipped, losing my grip
Yeah I’m drug tripped,
side skipped, starting to slip, yeah
Come out swinging,
Now I’m losing, losing, hahaha
I’m feeling translucent again,
Use me, use me hahaha
Do what? Do what? Do what? Do what?
Now I’m losing, losing, hahaha,
Such a fucking crutch…
Use me, use me, ahhhh,
What’s wrong?
[STOP]
Down and out on the wall,
Right side stuck to the floor,
Dripping down to my core,
Time keeps chasing itself,
Clipping cards cut your nut,
Mouth counterclockwise and shut,
Open your eyes to this counter disguise flutter,
Gut stutter cut me up covered in gut butter,
Back up and rack up for fun,
Rack up and line up the gun,
Dripping down to the sun,
I keep molesting myself,
Hell fuck no yeah that’s where it is,
Deep round the centre of the ribs,
With the telephone poles,
(the counting crows),
The black and the break and the wake tomorrow,
I know one, I know two things about it,
In all the time I’ve had I’ve still just used more without it so,
Saving the peripherals and shelving the bells,
On sides of the heels and the wells and the wheels,
At this point we pretty much know the score,
What little that’s there has been gone before,
(I think I see it clearer, with less light to show it),
Better in the night with less fight to know it,
100 dead and not one ghost.
25 wild smiles at the most.
A thousand teeth in just one mouth.
A million ways to die in the south.
Blah,
Blah blah,
Blah blah blah x4
Out by the banks,
In it's youth,
Hail mary,
What's my name -
In it's entirety again?
I saw them all.
shivers, shivers it's youth.
Hail Mary.
She makes me shiver,
She makes me shake,
There strapped with their hands in my mouth,
They light the fires to burn the devil out,
I see it,
Through the black of the break,
She gives me shivers,
She makes me shake,
N0, No-one's ready, x3
No-one's ready,
No-one's ready,
No-one.
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Neckless
03:16
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Sick of the sight of the firefighters in my fireplace,
That’s where my wood goes, not you.
And sick in spite of these kind of kiters that counter me,
I’ve been lost in my good bones and bad news.
SHEBANG, SHEBANG, SHEBANG, SHEBANG, SHEBANG,
WHAT'S WHAT? CUT, STRUCK, DIVE
SHEBANG, SHEBANG, SHEBANG, SHEBANG, SHEBANG,
At least that’s what I heard.
There strapped and sacrificed,
Lying hands hold my throat closed,
Crossed, Stuck
(I’m waking from dreams where I,
Die when the teeth sink in.)
There, standing with the man and the dog,
And the girl and the man and the drink in the hand,
They’re, they’re speaking a different language,
I’M SPEAKING A DIFFERENT LANGUAGE
BA BADA BA BADA BA BA BA.
Born in accident bar buying backlash,
I spin my way round and wretchedly open my
Bite as my teeth abide, yeah - back me up Dan
[wasting away and I]
Beauty I forget, body I forget, god - let me forget.
[won’t] woah [go]
i would die, I would go to sleep - ba bada ba bada
Why won’t you go home?
It’s all in your head,
Why don’t you go home?
This ain’t over,
Thunder, rain, teeth, together,
This ain’t over.
I’m winning the tools I use,
I’m hearing the sounds I move,
I’m standing in where I sat,
I know I’ll be one two,
I’m distilling my foresight wooze,
You know I climb the more I lose,
You got me getting my hook, reading my book,
I’m already one two
This ain’t over.
This ain’t over.
This ain’t over.
...over.
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Bloodhoney
04:26
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Abstract, pass out
Face, Fact, pass out
Sit Back. pass out
Clean Cut, pass out
Taste Blood, pass out
Pull Back, eeeuuuggghhhh
Dark cicada amaze in my ground,
They spin me all the way round.
(Tell me if you really want it)
[I can tell you really want it]
Really really, do it, kill me,
Really really, do it kill me.
Abstract, pass out
Face, Fact, pass out
Sit Back. pass out
Clean Cut, pass out
Taste Blood, pass out
Pull Back. pass out
Once More
Lust it,
Fuck it,
I need to break it.
Be It,
Take It,
Make Me Fake It
Claw Marks Help it.
Take Me Apart,
Pull On My Golden Strings,
And Put Me Back Together, Please.
Five white miles, hit the ground
Pick me up, spin me out
Ten white miles, LOOK AT ME NOW
Lick my teeth, spit me out
Sail Down My Chord.
Back burners on the front of my car,
Judge says I am free to applaud.
He told me straight we’d just let ‘em swing.
FUCK YEAH, THAT’S MY KIND OF KINK.
Fucker, I've been waiting for weeks.
Let's open her up, let's see what she's got.
Out inside I like it biting out, I’m undecided -
I might fight it for a minute but it gets under my skin, it’s innards
Getting a part of me, could I but kick it down.
It’s holding so fast m-manic static c-c-crown.
They call it dramatic/addict/synthetic kinda get it
But I don’t never forget it cos I don’t never regret it.
So when I punch in my ticket, I always try and stick with it
Though the road is overgrown with ferns and high thickets.
I should stick to what I know
But in the darkness and the sound
I hear the voice
I hear the voice
I hear the voice
I hear it now and in this -
Metric egocentric electric heart attack -
AS I STARE INTO THE DARK, THE DARK STARES BACK.
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