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day before the fires of hell
You let me in your house You let me in your house You let me in your house with a hammer Set to tile or set to stone Tit for tat and bone for bone I'm goin' to set fire to your glamour Well now rock that candy shop Rock that candy shop Rock that candy shop set it on fire Run away and watch it burn I've got to set fire to your glamour Bah da dee' Rock that candy shop Rock that candy shop Rock that candy shop set it on fire Run away watch it burn Smell the ashes in the air Of this silly game we're sure to tire Well, you let me in your house You let me in your house You let me in your house with a hammer Set to tile or set to stone Tit for tat and bone for bone I'm goin' to set fire to your glamour Yes to your glamour Yes little mama, to your glamour To your'. Let it rock Listen to me now let it rock, let it rock now Rock that candy shop |
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Wishing for contentment, hoping for relentment
venting my resentment on the happy few Awaiting resolution, and dreams of restitution finding retribution's just another thing to do You've got to keep yourself busy, visit Aunt Lizzy just see how she's been But when you're making a late run two judgmental matrons retort, see what I mean? A seeming reprobation, perhaps it's my vocation a nauseous elation comes to mind but it fades so soon |
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Wait, don't go too early
you're tired but everyone's tired but no one is tired enough only wait a little and listen music of hair, music of pain music of looms weaving all our loves again be there to hear it, it's your only chance hair will become interesting pain will become interesting second hand gloves will become lovely again wait, wait for now distrust everything if you have to but trust the hours haven't they carried you everywhere up to now |
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There was a time when I enjoyed vidalia
there was no other fruit I dared my lips to touch my grandad he prescribed vidalia "for whatever ails ya" - heart disease, the grippe and such But to yourself this medicine you'll properly expose the benefits of health, wealth, and respect Eat it like an apple of a deep-colored rose sweet victory will be yours to delect But how my palate grows tired so sweet, so sweet, so sweet no thanks I'll take defeat I remember a dark and smoky den Cheeks of roast beef bloody rare Oh, whiskey-edged faces of barrel-chested men And I'm feelin' small, weak and scared I remember that nook, the way I shook pain hurts innocence be damned red with shame and red with pain we all sit down to eat our leg of lamb our leg of lamb... we all sit down to eat our leg of lamb |
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Step right on up, take a good good look
at the latest pie that fate could cook this is no phenom, so supermarket guru just a revelation from me to you So don't believe a thing that you might hear at least from the last 30 - 40 years cause it wasn't long ago just before the reign of Nero we had no concept of zero So beware, children beware, the devil may care six little soldiers with stripes on their shoulders never with a thought to dare So take aim, children take aim the drill sargeant sang with ample perspiration ordered stop your respiration and end the flow of oxygen to the brain So wake up sleepyheads, listen what I have to say as you near your independence day just keep in mind, in time your find so few so few have your best interrests in mind so don't believe a thing you might hear at least from the last 3 - 4,000 years 'cause is wasn't long ago just before the reign of Nero we had no concept of zero so beware, children beware the devil may care... and maybe he's the only one |
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She's got a ham in her handbag, a pig in her purse
She's got two-ply no-fly baby buggers She's got a burlap sack, she's on a voter parade She's gonna get some carob cigars and some lemonade No need to put your ear to the ground Dora Munch is coming to town She puts eggs in her orange juice, coffee in her tea Puts olives in her jelly, says that's the way it's gonna be Ashes and mashes and dust and mustard Creamed spinach sandwich and she cuts the crusts off Don't let it show that you wanted some Dora Munch is coming to town She's got a ham in her handbag, a pig in her purse She's got two-ply no-fly baby buggers She's got a burlap sack, she's on a voter parade She's gonna get some carob cigars and some lemonade No need to put your ear to the ground Dora Munch is coming to town She puts eggs in her orange juice, coffee in her tea Puts olives in her jelly, says that's the way it's gonna be Ashes and mashes and dust and mustard Creamed spinach sandwich and she cuts the crusts off Don't let it show that you wanted some Dora Munch is coming to town, yes sir Dora Munch is coming to town, you heard me the first time Dora Munch is coming to town |
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Feetlips, why do you do that way?
You know you'll have to pay for your making us nauseous Feetlips, you know today's the day you turn the other way and you eat your galoshes you thought Somepeople was a tragic name he was the easiest one to blame his weather systems tempered and tame till you catch wind of... Feetlips...you're so brash waltzing around talking your trash no, you haven't been drinking you just talk without thinking it's what got you this far but it's not worth one dollar no it's not a boy quiet...quiet...quiet...quiet...quiet...quiet...quiet... Feetlips, why do you do that way you know you'll have to pay... Feetlips |
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Don't tell me anything...anyhow
your contribution, proposed solution fails for now cause I can see your house from here now the leaves have fallen, dear you're such a little privateer as your confession draws mor enear Don't sell me anything...of any kind your one time offer is so uncalled for you call it piece of mind but I don't want your life insurance home auto health fire insurance just make this basic inference employs a little common sense Time and again I find I'm listless or rather fistless in time that's what I find Carry me to Mecca with what you may devine take me with you, take me with you, don't leave me behind Don't tell me anything...anyhow your trite donation, commercialization won't hold water now 'cause I can see your ship from here now the weather's bright and clear you're such a little privateer as your confession draws near |
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Step right on up, take a good good look
at the latest pie that fate could cook this is no phenom, so supermarket guru just a revelation from me to you So don't believe a thing that you might hear at least from the last 30 - 40 years cause it wasn't long ago just before the reign of Nero we had no concept of zero So beware, children beware, the devil may care six little soldiers with stripes on their shoulders never with a thought to dare So take aim, children take aim the drill sargeant sang with ample perspiration ordered stop your respiration and end the flow of oxygen to the brain So wake up sleepyheads, listen what I have to say as you near your independence day just keep in mind, in time your find so few so few have your best interrests in mind so don't believe a thing you might hear at least from the last 3 - 4,000 years 'cause is wasn't long ago just before the reign of Nero we had no concept of zero so beware, children beware the devil may care... and maybe he's the only one |
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