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Sitting for lunch in a square in this town
(this town that I'm new to), new fellow from my new town sat me down and explained it to me: how when I spin from him I spin from myself, the center can double the speed of the crust. Thank you, my treacherous friends. I'm cringing for myself when I cringe for you. Hello, my treacherous friends, and thank you for joining me here tonight. I brought you all here to discuss, as I must, how grateful I am for your insights. With regard to my newborn arachnid kids, there's something we must discuss: perhaps we should sit them down and explain how not to be saved. Perhaps you could help me to demonstrate how your center can keep up its sickening spin. Thank you, my treacherous friends. Perhaps for my children your surface will smile. Hello, my treacherous friends, and thank you for joining me here tonight. I brought you all here to discuss, as I must, the fate of my children, the spiders. Hello, my treacherous friends, and thank you for joining me here tonight. I brought you all here to discuss, as I must, how pleasant has been this demise |
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Come on in, sweetie-pie! Have an apple, have some lye...
Leave your friends, righteous and pathetic, standing at the door. On the books, all your bets favor head-bands and cassettes, cigarettes, suffragettes, and bores. What to do? Sweetheart, you'll find mediocre people do exceptional things all the time. Oh, the ruin will do in your talented mind... could've been a genius if you'd had an axe to grind. When we moved to the city, it seemed the competition got so much less pretty but the,the, mirror's never failed you like this before. So your revenge on the world will be pencils through your curls and if wanting ever taught you anything, it's wanting more. (and more and more and more...) What to do? Sweetheart, you'll find mediocre people do exceptional things all the time. Oh, the ruin will do in your talented mind... could've been a genius if you'd had an axe to grind. What to do? When that day finally nears, you'll at least have made it clear that compassion's just a nicer way of looking down your nose. It seems that all the people want to do is crowd the streets of Amsterdam (Pamplona, too), but the bulls have already come and gone and bellowed all their lows. Now nobody knows what to do. Sweetheart, you'll find mediocre people do exceptional things all the time. Oh, the ruin will do in your talented mind... Could've been a genius if you'd had an axe to grind. What to do? |
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Well I'm standin' here, looking at you.
What do I see? I'm lookin' straight through It's so sad When you're young to be told But, you're havin' fun So unplug the jukebox And do us all a favor Oh, that music's lost its taste So try another flavor Ant Music (oh, oh oh oh oh oh) Ant Music (oh, oh oh oh oh oh) Ant Music (oh, oh oh oh oh oh) Ant Music (oh, oh oh oh oh oh) Oh, when I'm standin' here, what do I see? A big nothing, threatening me It's so sad When you're young to be told But you're havin' fun So unplug the jukebox And do us all a favor Oh, that music's lost its taste So try another flavor Ant Music (oh, oh oh oh oh oh) Ant Music (oh, oh oh oh oh oh) Ant Music (oh, oh oh oh oh oh) Ant Music (oh, oh oh oh oh oh) Don't tread on an ant, he's done nothin' to you. There might come a day When he's treadin' on you Don't tread on ant, you'll end up black and blue Oh, cut off his head, legs come lookin' for you So unplug the jukebox And do us all a favor Oh, that music's lost its taste So try another flavor Ant Music (oh, oh oh oh oh oh) Ant Music (oh, oh oh oh oh oh) Ant Music! (oh, oh oh oh oh oh) Ant Music... Oh, unplug the jukebox And do us all a favor The music's lost its taste So try another flavor... Ant Music |
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