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I-i
05:04
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I can feel a footbreeze
drifting out of a dust
One who's eyes characterize
juice that's been smashed from fruit
Recognize and perspire
'cause your lid is too new
Get a gig on a cruise ship, and
everything will fall apart
Honey you blew up the kids
because you hail from Utah
Halloween time isn't yet
so let's go to Sidebar and have a bar
I can speak good english
I learn it from a book
And though I may be a moose
I am not a crook
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2. |
I-ii
04:12
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3. |
I-iii
05:34
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You need a fad for you math, I hope it tastes Gadd
'cause there are 50 ways, to eat from a chapstock
so send it in the mail
There's an automatic seat, made out of concrete
and I'll kick you in the seat, a couple of times
Where's my squid sandwich? Send it in the mail
What am I even trying to say?
Damanstration, damage trashcan
I will bottle you along with Kate Chopin
and attach you to an E-mail
Vomet has come to recover
the Chenglle Tower and the Greenl Sanke
while we drink hot sake attached to an email
Up and down and left and right
I think I smell a bonegas
And I hear it warning me
not to drink the cartilage juice
unless you're Proust
Jaundiced eyes catch a fire
on Lucifer's nutrient
My lightbulb fills up with dust
'til I take it away
it's gone to pray
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4. |
II-i
03:18
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5. |
II-ii
04:00
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6. |
II-iii
03:55
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7. |
III-i
04:38
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Tu's juevos son gatos
y sus ojos son Jesus
Los abrigos dle sol
tienen sus cebollas
Quite frankly I don't appreciate that,
Quite frankly dye won't depreciate fat
Gaseosa del jueso
corre en el mar
Jugo de sangre esta en me cunado
perro no le gusta alla
Schrenschnafales the beloved has rusted to dust
and though you think that he's going to bust
he stays very well fed
because he's dressed in fleas
There's an automatic bleat that's made out of quick-crete
and I'll punch you in heat
There are 20 days until Schrenschnafales will kick you in a blaze
Bread bowls fly around in nitrous
headdresses and polar skaters eye them
Julius crawling under white mares
offer frozen kisses for your soul
Hans of late has tried to drop out
I don't mind, I think that she is wasting
my time now I'm glad she works at Wendys
serving frosty deserts for parole
I'm six feet tall you're very small your folder is hid
But I've seen it you dressed in only sanskrit
and it's your droze I'd had had slid
Dudufu wants to talk to you because unlike drew
you're worth talking to but when he's through with you he'll pound you into a goo
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8. |
III-ii
04:21
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9. |
III-iii
05:53
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The ancient ghost put to rest
would like a sip of your coat
One who's blind and catalyzed
by Negro Modelo and Artois
Tim E. Hat is a jerk
because his name is Tim
Perhaps if it were John
he could spread water
Thank you for listening
this has been our album
Other albums are not yet
please stay tuned for Oats and Thrett
I can feel a footbreeze
drifting off of his clothes
While they're sittin' there on my chair
I'd had had slid his Droze.
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