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if you thought it was boring in Jordan
then come out here for a day and by the way the name's Marcus but if you like you can call me sensei well the emperor's in the pigsty and the geisha's in the shack and you better believe I'll hold em there till the feds they pay me back kamikaze backbone nine iron spitfire continental samurai o my lord brown sugar, sweet potato sour mash, baby back redneck romance bless my soul hari cari and combines come dancin with me hari cari and combines won't you come dancin with me yes I'm a new world samurai and a redneck nonetheless yes I'm a new world samurai and a redneck nonetheless yes I'm a new world samurai I can read your mind check it out I'm like a buzz bomb yes I'm a new world samurai check it out I'm like a buzz bomb so beebopaloobopawhopshamboo and domo arigato if I got to beebopaloobopawhopshamboo and domo arigato if I got to beebopaloobopawhopshamboo and domo arigato if I got to beebopaloobopawhopshamboo and domo arigato if I got to |
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| 2. |
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Like a fly to doo doo
You need me like a bird needs wings Or little bunny fufu who needs to bop the field mice So all the kids can sing They call me El Jefe El primo de los matadors The master of the metaphor, A chaw chewin' trubador The one you've come to love and adore, And I've come to take you away Take you away Take you away Take you away Take you away Take you away Take you away I'll make you go goo goo Like a baby that sees candy right before its eyes I'll kiss your little boo boo Make it better than it's ever felt before They call me El Jefe El primo de los matadors The master of the metaphor, A chaw chewin' trubador The one you've come to love and adore, And I've come to take you away I'll take you away now I'll take you away now Can you do the two step fleshtone slide? Well I'll teach you Can you do the achy breaky eyeball dance? Well I'll teach you Can you do the two step fleshtone slide? Well I'll teach you Can you do the achy breaky eyeball dance? Well I'll teach you They call me El Jefe The boss and the point man And I've come to take you away They call me El Jefe The boss and the hit man And I've come to take you away |
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Perhaps it's just the way the light falls
But everything looks like a target to me And I don't know where the gun is But I'm certain that it's pointed at me And in the jungle, retched jungle They say the lion eats tonight And all around it is a colliseum Dripping with a voracious appetite I say hey there, fella Whose soul are you tormenting now? Hey there, fella Whose soul are you tormenting now? In the course of all the previous events It is evident that something's bound to happen Come on, rear your ugly head to me I've got nothing to lose but my apathy The root of the problem has been isolated The root of the problem has been isolated The root of the problem has been isolated The root of the problem has been isolated Come on, motherfucker Come on, motherfucker Come on, motherfucker Let's throw down Come on, motherfucker Come on, motherfucker Come on, motherfucker Let's throw down Just try me Just try me What are you waiting for? Come on, motherfucker Let's throw down Come on, motherfucker Let's go Just rear your ugly fucking head I'll put it on a platter Just rear your ugly fucking head I'll put it on a platter Come on, motherfucker Come on, motherfucker Come on, motherfucker Let's throw down Come on, motherfucker Come on, motherfucker Come on, motherfucker Let's go Hey there Hey fella Hey there Hey fella Come on, motherfucker Come on, motherfucker Come on, motherfucker Let's throw down Come on, motherfucker Come on, motherfucker Come on, motherfucker Let's throw down Just try me Just try me What are you waiting for? Come on, motherfucker Let's throw down Come on, motherfucker Let's go I'll make you wish that you'd never been born I'll make you wish that you'd never been born I'll make you wish that you'd never been born Come on, motherfucker Let's go Hey there Hey fella Hey there Hey fella |
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This was always the last place
I expected to be Once upon an apocalypse So better make the most of it So I said to the horsemen Have a Coke and a smile So I said to the horsemen Why not stick around for a while? But they said You Got The Wrong One Baby The New Generation is pushing up some daisies And by decree of Rapture Inc. We're closing this here market permanently Coming down like a ton of lead More bang for your buck More pangs for the dead Coca Cola and Armageddon I like it, like it, yes I do So they Tried to teach the world to sing In perfect harmony But it was way off key So here comes the big RC The melting pot boils The bible belt breaks And young America begins to sing Coca Cola and Armageddon We like it, like it, yes we do Coca Cola and Armageddon It's The Real Thing now Come and get it |
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| 4:12 |
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Temptation of Indulgence
Divides and conquers my mind An elegy for fading youth Welcome to mankind If you provide the spleen Then I'll provide the ideal If I provide a puppet Will you provide the strings? Revel in the glory Of a coming of age Decades of suppression Released in a rage Have mercy How can I seize the day when it is dusk? You provide the pull, and I'll provide the thrust Romance is nothing but a sack of lies But it is truth which I have come to despise Bacchanal If I provide the scene Will you provide the ordeal? If I provide a crown Will you provide a queen? |
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Fine swine, wish you were mine
Bite the apple of my eye This little piggy never made it home Helter skelter, run for shelter Can't escape the boiling swelter Beat you like the dog that you are Oh, I could kill you if I wanted Kill you with my own two hands Oh, I'm so happy I could kill you Kill you like a sacrificial lamb Because you, you are nothing but an animal With a branding iron on your back A sight so obscene, a sight so absurd So many ways to skin a cat All cut up All cut up Everything tastes better now My hands, these tools, the fatted cow The swine, the wine, the coming feast Your Jesus Christ has canine teeth Fine swine, wish you were mine Bite the apple of my eye This little piggy never made it home Helter skelter, run for shelter Can't escape the boiling swelter Beat you like the dog that you are Because you, you are nothing but an animal With a branding iron on your back A sight so obscene, a sight so absurd So many ways to skin a cat All cut up All cut up Everything tastes better now My hands, these tools, the fatted cow The swine, the wine, the coming feast Your Jesus Christ has canine teeth |
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| 2:46 |
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Rats over the dishes
Rats over the dishes Please tell me what the ratties say Please tell me what the ratties say Rats over the dishes And God was certainly a genius To expose this human weakness Rats over the dishes Please tell me what the ratties say Please tell me what the ratties say Rats over the dishes And to think that this was once my home But now some sick bastard's pleasure dome They say to build a better man trap the rats, Will lead a path to your door Build a better man trap And the rats will beat a path to your door And the doorway is a cutaway of flesh and bone Lay me down upon a bed of roses |
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| 4:31 |
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Now all will be sanctified
And now all will be purified And now all will be rectified And now all will be rectified And now you will be purified So you writhe in the deep fry Squirm like the Earthworm In that mud called love That you justified That will be purified Whether you like it or not So you leap from the dung heap Squirm like the Earthworm In that mud called love That you justified That will be rectified Whether you like it or not |
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| 3:43 |
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Well I crashed a Cadillac through the Gates Of Hell
And returned with a Fist Full Of Dollars And Evel Knievel, like Virgil Was a gentleman as well as a scholar I fly like a Retro-glide buckshot And you know I hang like a hex on a barn Grind the guardrail like a nail on a file Above and beyond the hole nine yards Well I rolled Jesse Helms like a cigarette And smoked him higher than the highest of the minarets Jesse James couldn't even handle it Started looking at me like I was Sanskrit 'Cause in the Great Shining Path of the Great Monster Trucks There's no such thing as beginner's luck I'm the Dirty Dozen for the price of one Get it while it's hot, going, going, going, gone It's about time you started learning Started learning to come to where the flavor is Flavor is It's about time you started learning You started learning to come to Where the Flavor Is Flavor is The skies are always sunny in the heart of Flavor Country Where the washer's stuffed with money are growing like grass Junk bondage racks never cut you slack But that's the way the racket goes when rounding up green backs Don't hate me just because I'm beautiful You'll find that it's really not unusual When you're raised with The Good, The Bad, The Ugly A holy trinity in Flavor Country It's about time you started learning Started learning to come to Where the Flavor Is Flavor is I got spurs that jingle, jangle, jingle I got spurs that jingle, jangle, jingle And you are my happy trail You are my happy trail You are my happy trail You are my happy trail |
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Behold the man, a living example
In his likeness sacred profane Behold the man, what I have done? The path to hell is paved With least resistance But those less traveled by Shall make a world of difference Beating myself to a pulp Extracting from my skull All those things I've learned to live with All those things I've loved All these things are killing me A perpetual fall from grace But the hand that feeds Is the hand that beats me Fiercely in the face So I will build myself an effigy No longer mope in mediocre hell Behold the man, a living example Behold the man, what have I done? Behold the man in his likeness Sacred profane Behold the man, a living example Behold the man, what have I done? Behold the man in his likeness What have I done? Effigy Effigy Effigy Effigy Behold the man Behold the man The icons, betrayal, and guilt The icons, betrayal, and guilt The icons, betrayal, and filth The icon, what have I done? |
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