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from The Other Side Of Pink - A Tribute To Pink Floyd [omnibus] (2006)
I am just a new boy
A stranger in this town Where are all the good times? Who's gonna show this stranger around? Oooh, I need a dirty woman Oooh, I need a dirty girl Will some cold woman in this desert land Make me feel like a real man? Take this rock and roll refugee Oooh, babe set me free Oooh, I need a dirty woman Oooh, I need a dirty girl Oooh, I need a dirty woman Oooh, I need a dirty girl |
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from Penal Colony - 5 Man Job (2006)
Kings and queens on Vaseline
Kill the jar that christened me Lost in thought? Open up the straightcoat! Edward Kelly's in the corner on No-Doz Nights and days fall one by one Inch by inch, you're a hit and run As the truck careens, sight unseen Angels coming at a quarter to three So don't go, no Hey don't go, no We are the sons The 23 sons The freemasons of Enochian magick We are the sons The bastard sons The freemasons of Enochian magick (Now what do you think about that?) Cleaned and pressed and in duress Don't know if we can finish the rest Place the sign in a vat of cat juice Jason on the trap, here comes the deuce deuce Spoke to angels through a big clear rock Talked in tongues, do you give a toss? I wrote a book that Jesus took Built a pyramid and took the rook Checkmate, y'all! Checkmate, y'all! I know they are following I know they can hear me I know they can touch me I know they are following I know they are following |
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from Penal Colony - 5 Man Job (2006)
Roadkill fascination
Isn't that the way to do it Wanted to be "free" Like Tommy falling through the window Upchuck: thrown against the wall Braided arms swallowed my troughs Heard the hypocrites all sing "You're no better, none the wiser" I've got a third life Lookout I've got a third life, a third life I've got a third life, a third life Bile ducks the fermentation Slams the door on children waiting Selective deafness hastens Cameras flash and steal my life Dragged out into the car Skinheads whistle from afar I want to see them pick me clean Crack the ribs and pop the spleen I've got a third life Lookout Wanted to be naked In front of them to boost the ratings Wanted to be naked Regret is here, now I can't see Now I've got a third life, a third life I've got a third life, a third life Responsibility Don't want a third life, a third life My kids and me Don't want a third life A third life A third life, a third life |
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from Penal Colony - 5 Man Job (2006)
I want a second chance
With the dog I gave birth to Was a junkie then Couldn't feed it the dog food On methadone And now I'm fine And though I took her to market The family's a stand in But she'll understand Conjecture's the fool's line Ruled the transmission I feel like I'm in Simstim, paralyzed in Movement Watching the shock set in Umbilical trauma Black robe gang bang A jury of rapists Alcatraz fashion Emotional attachment cyanide Genetic redemption 12 steps to penitence Are there no blankets? Social triage Fortran look for your lap to rest Tungsten filament Morphing butane In the light of it I found the back door Perhaps she'll do the same Give her a name, reinitialize It won't hurt her, she's just a dog A dog inversion, a dog inversion |
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from Penal Colony - 5 Man Job (2006)
Understand the reality of the frame
And the need to pull in all that exists to it Listen to the world's hum And the serial killers that heard it Stay alive for the colors that have no name Circumvent, breathe in the sulfates Test the threshold The envelope of pain Blue nine Pulling me down again Blue nine Penetrate the matrix of the senses Falling through the neon and the carbon Realized the horror and the loss Succumbed to the id and the grandeur Only seconds before you do it again Only minutes until the gas caresses Test the threshold The envelope of pain Blue nine Pulling me down again Blue nine It's only a tic |
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from Penal Colony - 5 Man Job (2006)
Confessions, they're in line
Cut through the tape, say all the right words Skin: lies wide open A crimson savior became his god Don't ask for my pity For those who give in give in to the torment Of what we must live with Still the hand comes down As I wait to be baptized By the son of Salome I'm just a son of passive resistance If you think I'll be lowered, you're sadly mistaken I'm "just a chore," "no reason to be here" You think I'll be lowered, you're sadly mistaken "Be like me," no thank you I'd rather remain among the living "Get out the belt," I'll take it I'd rather remain among the living "It's all your fault," sorry, unbroken I'm among the living Procession has arrived Pointing their fingers, shaming their young Smell the hate, all that I stand for Feel the sores open like hell's doors Feel the fear As the hand comes down As I wait to be baptized By the son of Salome |
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from Penal Colony - 5 Man Job (2006)
The situation brought on
Your ego reared its ugly head Pointed your finger at me Void of redundant excuse Can't seem to make things all right Two words: you're halidified Instead you sent me away You chose to create this chaos Halidified Burnt RAM Halidified Burnt RAM Castrated from the receiver Annoyance, no need for you Shears fly: cloth delivered Malocclusion, malocclusion Painted into a corner Just like Little Jack Horner Looking for justification Guess what, we've come up with it You see, we're halidified Five years and a massive degree Dilated and jacked on E So don't call us anymore We're halidified Burnt RAM Halidified Burnt RAM Castrated from the receiver Annoyance, no need for you Shears fly: cloth delivered Malocclusion, malocclusion |
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from Penal Colony - 5 Man Job (2006)
Roadkill fascination
Isn't that the way to do it Wanted to be "free" Like Tommy falling through the window Upchuck: thrown against the wall Braided arms swallowed my troughs Heard the hypocrites all sing "You're no better, none the wiser" I've got a third life Lookout I've got a third life, a third life I've got a third life, a third life Bile ducks the fermentation Slams the door on children waiting Selective deafness hastens Cameras flash and steal my life Dragged out into the car Skinheads whistle from afar I want to see them pick me clean Crack the ribs and pop the spleen I've got a third life Lookout Wanted to be naked In front of them to boost the ratings Wanted to be naked Regret is here, now I can't see Now I've got a third life, a third life I've got a third life, a third life Responsibility Don't want a third life, a third life My kids and me Don't want a third life A third life A third life, a third life |
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from Penal Colony - 5 Man Job (2006)
Understand the reality of the frame
And the need to pull in all that exists to it Listen to the world's hum And the serial killers that heard it Stay alive for the colors that have no name Circumvent, breathe in the sulfates Test the threshold The envelope of pain Blue nine Pulling me down again Blue nine Penetrate the matrix of the senses Falling through the neon and the carbon Realized the horror and the loss Succumbed to the id and the grandeur Only seconds before you do it again Only minutes until the gas caresses Test the threshold The envelope of pain Blue nine Pulling me down again Blue nine It's only a tic |
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from Penal Colony - 5 Man Job (2006)
Kings and queens on Vaseline
Kill the jar that christened me Lost in thought? Open up the straightcoat! Edward Kelly's in the corner on No-Doz Nights and days fall one by one Inch by inch, you're a hit and run As the truck careens, sight unseen Angels coming at a quarter to three So don't go, no Hey don't go, no We are the sons The 23 sons The freemasons of Enochian magick We are the sons The bastard sons The freemasons of Enochian magick (Now what do you think about that?) Cleaned and pressed and in duress Don't know if we can finish the rest Place the sign in a vat of cat juice Jason on the trap, here comes the deuce deuce Spoke to angels through a big clear rock Talked in tongues, do you give a toss? I wrote a book that Jesus took Built a pyramid and took the rook Checkmate, y'all! Checkmate, y'all! I know they are following I know they can hear me I know they can touch me I know they are following I know they are following |
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from Penal Colony - 5 Man Job (2006)
Sinus signs us
Pulled back and let it all go You just couldn't say no You're mine, all mine Told them to call me the extremist And fought to come between us Malathion stain The principle cause I'm the DDT kind Asphyxia in tow Saw the suit through the door Cracked like a 2 X 4 All numb and catatonic Bang! goes the symbiotic Swing low, lines go Off camera on death row You all never got the joke And you're mine, all mine Told them to call me the extremist Knife coloured intravenous Sensenet I want you near It's a riddle, it's a riddle Saint's law Taste fear It's a riddle, it's a riddle Oh no, oh no Inhibitions moan And call to the fifth circle Rats abandoned your soul See the urethra burn Hidden behind the ring Pneumatic sisters sing Did Thyphoid Mary lash And rub salt into the gash? La la, la la Never trust a man With red on his face Never trust a man With red on his face La la, la la |
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from Saucerful of Pink: A Tribute to Pink Floyd [tribute] (1997)
I am just a new boy
A stranger in this town Where are all the good times? Who's gonna show this stranger around? Oooh, I need a dirty woman Oooh, I need a dirty girl Will some cold woman in this desert land Make me feel like a real man? Take this rock and roll refugee Oooh, babe set me free Oooh, I need a dirty woman Oooh, I need a dirty girl Oooh, I need a dirty woman Oooh, I need a dirty girl |
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