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Come on,
I was born underwater, I dried out in the sun, I started humping volcano's baby when I was too young, I started surfing the madhouse, and I decided to stay, I got an itch in my cosmic pocket and it won't go away, Instead of dragging your swamp for your lost love Come to me I'm your living crop circle, yeah Like a lamb to the slaughter, like a peach in the sun, I'll curl you up in my flame pit baby until your way over done, I came up from the ground, I came down from the sky, And I'm grabbing her knees like a worm with a mission, Cause I'm made out of salt and I'm made out of coal, And I live like a king in a ? Instead of 'make you a man', 'make you a monkey' Throw your head in the living crop circle Let me tell you about it Let me tell you about it, come on, Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I'm your living crop circle Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I'm your living crop circle Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I'm your living crop circle Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I'm your living crop circle |
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Who's gonna teach you how to dance?
Who's gonna show you how to fly? Who's gonna call you on the lame-dope-smoking, Slackin' little sucker you are? Who's gonna get you from behind? Who's gonna ring your little bell? Who's gonna con you into buying a television set revolution they sell? When are you gonna blow the game? When are you gonna blow the screen? When will you tell them that the crap doesn't last And you found a way to make your own dreams The crap doesn't last and you found a way to make yourself scream Well I died a million times And I picked my culture well And I built myself a gate They can all now go to hell I'm never gonna work another day in my life The gods told me to relax They said I'm gonna be fixed up right I'm never gonna work another day in my life I'm way too busy powertripping But I'm gonna shed you some light Get down! Who's gonna teach you how to dance? Who's gonna show you how to fly? When you get tired of the crap baby move over here and maybe buy some of mine I'm never gonna work another day in my life The gods told me to relax They said I'm gonna be fixed up right I'm never gonna work another day in my life I'm way too busy powertripping But I'm gonna shed you some light I'm never gonna work another day in my life The gods told me to relax They said I'm gonna be fixed up right I'm never gonna work another day in my life I'm way too busy powertripping But I'm gonna shed you some light |
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I been stuffed in your pocket
For the last hundred days When I don't get my bath I take it out on the slaves So grease up your baby For the ball on the hill I'm polish them rockets now And swallow those pills And say oh... Space Lord Mothermother There's a car in the field Now in a column of flame With two doors to choose But only one bears your name You been drinkin' my blood Well I been lickin' your wounds Well I'll shave off the pitch now And the scope of your tune You'll sing oh... Space Lord Mothermother I left my throne A million miles away I drink from your tit I sing the blues every day Now give me the strength To split the world in two yeah I ate all the rest And now I've gotta eat you Well I say Milkin' my nightmares And usin' my name You're strokin' my cortex If you know I'm insane I'm squeezed out in hump-drive And I'm drownin' in love Encompass immortal Position above And sing oh... Space Lord Mothermother I left my throne A million miles away I drink from your tit I sing the blues every day Now give me the strength To split the world in two yeah I ate all the rest And now I've gotta eat you Well I say I lost my soul when I fell to earth My planets call me to the void of my birth The time has come for me to kill this game Now open wide and say my name Space Lord Mothermother Space Lord Mothermother Space Lord Mothermother Space Lord Mothermother Space Lord Motherfucker (fading out) |
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Wake up baby 'cause I'm coming to you from the future.
Don't be surprised when I'm sitting at the foot of your bed. I bring you a light you could never see in the daytime, Planting the seed of my perfume in your head. Well I've wasted enough of my time on the edge of forever. And I've paid all the god damn dues that I want to pay. Never let them hear you beg. Never let them know. Your pillow nest of a dripping god Is a place you go alone. But late at night I hear you cry. Your taste for dirt just makes me smile. My purple tablet turns to goo. Have I got something warm for you. Well I've wasted enough of my time on the edge of forever. And I've paid all the god damn dues that I wanna pay. If I can't slip into the 13th house of your twilight, baby yeah. I'll plant a bomb in the temple of your dreams. I'll plant a bomb in your temple of your dreams yeah. Wake up baby 'cause I'm coming to you from the future. And don't be surprised when I'm floating above your bed. I bring you a god you could never love in the daytime. Nailing the seed of my perfume in your head. Well I've wasted enough of my time on the edge of forever. And I've paid all the god damn dues that I wanna pay. If I can't slip into the 13th house of your twilight, baby yeah. I'll plant a bomb in the temple of your dreams. I'll plant a bomb in the temple of your dreams. Temple of your dreams. Temple of your dreams. Temple of your dreams. |
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You're looking for the one who fucked your mom
It's not me It's not me You're looking for the one who made you cry That's not me It's not me If you want to stuff your garbage in that hole Oh, baby I'm your man of the hour You think the world's got the evil eye on you That's not true That's not true The only one I see causing major pain Is just you It's just you If you want to spank your demons and make 'em pay Then baby I'm your man of the hour Some people go to bed with Lucifer Then they cry when they don't greet the day with God I know life's a bummer baby But that's got precious little to do with me You think you've found the one most like yourself And that's me Yeah that's me You're sure we've known each other all our lives That could be That could be If you want to spank your demons and make 'em pay Then baby I'm your man of the hour Some people go to bed with Lucifer Then they cry, cry, cry when they don't greet the day with God I know life's a bummer baby But that's got precious little to do with me I know life's a bummer baby But that's got nothing at all To do with me I needed a small vacation So they put me on a train They called it "rehabilitation" Oh, but here I am again It's against my second nature Not to to chase you down that hole I need a fistful of medication Just to keep it in my pants Ain't nothing like it You're looking for the one who fucked your mom It's not me It's not me You're looking for the one who made you cry It's not me That's not me If you want to spank your demons and make 'em pay Then baby I'm your man of the hour Some people go to bed with Lucifer Then they cry, cry, cry when they don't greet the day with God I know life's a bummer baby But that's got precious little to do with me I know life's a bummer baby But that's got damn nothing at all To do with me |
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I read a book today
It made me think of a life I led It seemed so far away, but then I wouldn't call it dead I see a name or two and the ghosts just start to roam I had 'em locked away It seems they've cut their own parole Now face the music, son Some people live to remember when But you're no storage space You've lived a dozen lives since then So what would Modok do if his memory got too full? He'd find a powersource and then he'd pick what plugs to pull I looked in the mirror and somebody blew up I turned on my TV and somebody blew up I learned how to lie well and somebody blew up I learned how to live true and somebody blew up My brain was still today Just taking a little death Just like the doctors say: I never get that kind of rest The movie's on again They got me nullifying ghosts I'm better dead than red I guess I'll never get off the boat I looked in the mirror and somebody blew up I turned on my tv and somebody blew up I learned how to lie well and somebody blew up I learned how to live true and somebody blew up |
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You're floating there, you're handing me a snake inside a jar,
It's just too cool not to believe you're what you say you are, How many days was I in that psychotic submarine I stumbled out, I took my turn, and now I've made your scene An iron cross, a sacrifice, and born in Vietnam, You'll take me home in your machine and tell me about your plan Come on in Come on in And put your hands on me Come on in Come on in My love will set your free I said woa, ho, ho, I'm in love again Woa, ho, ho, you're so strange I said woa, ho, ho, I'm in love again Woa, ho, ho, you're so strange...so very strange They'll hang me here, they'll make me pay, if I do what they don't like So cast your sin quick and bite my lip, and screw my brain up tight Come on in Come on in And put your claws in me Come on in Come on in And tune up my machine I said woa, ho, ho, I'm in love again Woa, ho, ho, you're so strange...so very strange Strange little baby...strange little baby... |
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Come on, Baby, skim the top with me
I'll tell you stories 'bout victory I used to be a dreamer just like you And then my pocket told me what to do All things are looking good from where I sit Or in the United States of who gives a shit Sucking love from wherever I can Cashing Satan's checks with my dick in my hand Talkin' 'bout a free ride I'm talkin' 'bout a landslide You wanted all the 3rd eye, Baby I'm talkin' 'bout a landslide Yeah, talkin' 'bout a free ride I'm waiting on a landslide You wanted all the 3rd eye, Baby I'm talkin' 'bout a landslide Now I'm living on top of it I'm living on top of it Sweet little slive, I'll give you what you need Just give your court and your soul to me Talkin' 'bout a free ride I'm talkin' 'bout a landslide You wanted all the 3rd eye, Baby I'm talkin' 'bout a landslide Now I'm living on top of it I'm living on top of it |
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A little room on 7th street is getting cold
And secrets sing like mescaline They don't get old I saw a pattern on a blanket just the other day It looked just like the pillow you threw away You were like a zombie When you told me what you did that day And I drove out to the meadowlands To throw our baby away What time and snow couldn't bury Years of forgotten guilt That little body's calling, rising up From under a Jersey landfill I just woke up the other night And now I know what to do I just woke up the other night girl And now I know what to do I guess I'll see you in hell A creature's waitin' for a battle in the ancient swamp Your pissing on the pyramids Ain't gonna move things along So pack your scars and your makeup And give your money to the poor Cos you've been riding a twenty gauged ticket Into reality's door The TV's gone and you've been half an hour paid And your punkrock band still sucks anyway I was talking to Jesus through a hole in the floor He said our time is up, we can't stay anymore No more A little room on 7th street is getting cold And secrets sing like mescaline They don't get old I saw a pattern on a blanket just the other day It looked just like the pillow you threw away I just woke up the other night And now I know what to do I just woke up the other night girl And now I know what to do I guess I'll see you in hell |
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Well my buddy Jo gave me a laughing pill
Well it tasted like shit and it gave me the chills I saw his girlfriend's face in a bucket of water He said a buck for the snatch and a nibble a quarter Well I'm telling you freaks, I've eyes in the back of my head And I can hear you laughing at me when I'm lying in bed You better be righteous when you're cutting me up Cause you'll be doing it (wrong) and I'll be fucking you up I got a nail in my head and I know that I'm gone When I'm driving the tractor on the drug farm Got a knife in my back got a hole in my arm When I'm driving the tractor on the drug farm Got a nail in my head and I know that I'm gone When I'm driving the tractor on the drug farm Got a knife in my back got a hole in my arm I'm driving the tractor on the drug farm, get down I got a nail in my head and I know that I'm gone When I'm driving the tractor on the drug farm Got a knife in my back got a hole in my arm When I'm driving the tractor on the drug farm Got a nail in my head and I know that I'm gone When I'm driving the tractor on the drug farm Got a knife in my back got a hole in my arm I'm driving the tractor on the drug farm, all right |
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The moon crashed into the desert
It gave me my brand new home These souls gone to feed in my crater I eat 'em as fast as they come I dig your love and affection I dig your voice on the phone So pour some coins in my crater I spend 'em as fast as they come A greased up atomic pavilion A great way to swallow my time But I do think I need a stronger witness To watch me blow my mind You ain't digging on my questions And I know I ain't digging on your lies Keep on selling me my future And I'll keep on wearing my disguise Bullshit may last forever But my fuse gets shorter every day I'd be glad to take your money But gladder to burn it all away So won't you put my dick in plastic And put my brain in a jar If there's something left of my spirit It'll find you where you are Still so goddamn hungry I'm feeding off my own bones So lay me out in my crater And nuke me 'til I glow |
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How did I get here without you?
It's a miracle we're all sane You're kinda like sucking a vacuum Or booking a flight on a doomed plane Well you claimed you could read the future And I'd say that you've nailed that down Still want everyone to love you Well here's the tip of my hat to your big brain Do you really believe they can't see through A circus punk playing a foul game Let me cast you in light that's natural And with me you can strike that pose, yeah And you melt for the camera 'Cause your lies become you Yes your lies become you Yes your lies become you After all How am I living without you? I'm not even sure now that I'm sane But this little dog's got enough sense To know not to sleep in the cold rain Yeah Yeah Yeah How are you doing without me? I'm sure you've found some new game I never wanted to miss you But then I, I never thought I could dig pain Hope it's warmer for you Princess I in fact, hope it's hot as Hell, yeah And you get what you ask for 'Cause your lies become you Yes your lies become you Yes your lies become you After all |
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