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Adjective Animal.
Verbing on my noun... Yeah!
Eating horse meat in the halls where whores meet
That's where you will find me 'cause that's where I will be
Kicking back with the cats in the Vatican
That's where you will find me 'cause that's where I will be
Yeah. Yea-ee-yeah. Yeah. Alright.
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I can be found, making my home underground
Naked and crawling around
And I cannot see but I know that I must be
Shining like a star in the mud
Give me your time, I'll give you my word and my rhyme
Poetry wrought from the grime
The song I will sing shall eventually bring
Dignity to all of my own kind
Disregard my infertility
As a worker I service my Queen
My body is lacking in Substance P
Yes I feel no pain
But still all the same
It hurts when you disregard me
I can be found, making my home underground
Naked and crawling around
And I cannot see but I know that I must be
Shining like a star in the mud
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(Ad-lib)
When you look beneath you and see the cities made of flesh, rotting in the sun, so take a knife to cut through the doors but your non-existent eyeballs fall to the floor and roll South to the walls of a coffee-shop where freedom fighters make plans to arm the common man for revolution because they were promised something for everyone but in the end there was nothing for anyone. You've watched mountains move faster as the rust grows on the cars abandoned in the streets and it goes from Blue, to Red, to Green. The things you've seen they wouldn't understand. The greatness of a man is the greatness of an insect that crawls up a tree that falls into the sea and the sea boils into the sky and the mountains crumble and we all fade away. When you look beneath you and see the cities made of flesh, rotting in the sun, so take a knife to cut through the doors but your non-existent eyeballs fall to the floor and you think it's just another endless bridge to cross but in the end nothing's real but the Pan Galactic Albatross.
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I play the game, are you the same?
I hate to say it, but it's so generic...
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Fake Alpaca (24.03.13)
04:51
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Well I'm thirty-blue years old
And I just don't care
I've got a beautiful woman
And I've got all my own hair
I'm the king of the cynics
I can see through your lies
You can fool your public
But the truth is in your eyes
All your credibility has long gone away
I'm gonna tell you where to go 'cause you can't stay
You're acting like this is real but it's all fake (so fake)
I really can't believe a word you say
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Outside Dog (31.03.13)
02:15
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I'm an outside dog
I'm outside night and day
And I'm the master of all that I survey
I'm an outside dog
I'm outside in the wind and the rain
And I'll defend my territory time and time again
And I know that I'll never be lonely at night
with the stars and the moon as my friends
You won't find me trapped between four walls
My living room it never ends
And i watch you return to your home every day
You're as safe and as warm as can be
Well sleep well and don't worry about me my friend
In the morning, you know where I'll be
'Cause i'm an outside dog
I'm outside night and day
And I'm the master of all that I survey
I'm an outside dog
I'm outside in the wind and the rain
And I'll defend my territory time and time again
I'm an outside dog
I'm an outside dog
I'm an outside dog
I'm an outside dog
I'm an outside dog
And be that as it may
I wouldn't mind if you let me inside one day
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I said they should have sent a poet, not a man with a gun
Deadbeats lying wasted in the heat of the sun
Tripping over dead melodies and broken chords
This catastrophic fail won't win any awards
Imagination gone wild and roaming free
Setting fire to the sky and polluting the sea
Screaming I will show you the way
I am the way
Get out of my way
There's a window inside my head
To all the things that I have seen and all the things that I have read
When I feel like the world is dead
No I won't go outside
I'll just introvert instead
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I was waiting for your call
Ready to sacrifice it all
I was standing in the rain
Waiting for the sun to shine again
Call me and I know I'll go to you
Forget the freak show, I'm coming too
Call me and I know I'll go to you
Open the window, I'm coming through
And all the days go drifting by
Time after time you're on my mind
Now that the summer's almost here
It's time to fly away my dear
Call me and I know I'll go to you
Forget the freak show, I'm coming too
Call me and I know I'll go to you
Open the window, I'm coming through
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When I asked my lady to marry me
She said...
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Asphalt Rhino (28.04.13)
03:11
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Budda budda budda budda
Budda budda mudda fudda
Budda budda mudda fudda
Mudda fudda RHINO!
(And repeat)
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Hey man, where you going with that hair gel and that spray tan?
I'm going to the party, going to the party
Hey dude, where you going with those tattoos and that attitude?
I'm going to the party, going to the party
Get in the taxi and go to the party
Get in the taxi and go to the party
load up on chemicals and rock out like it's your last day
Gonna get messy and go to the party
wild like an animal and drinking my brain cells away
(I am an orange porcupine, although I think my colour's fine, there's those that don't think I'm divine, they don't like orange porcupine)
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A small idea
Became a master plan
To write a new song every week
Just to see if I can
I got my guitar
I got my microphone
Got the technology
To do this all at home
Yeah, who knows how it will be
You have to wait and see
Predictability
Is not what I'm going for
I sang about a dog
I sang about an albatross
Did one about an alligator
And one 'bout a rhinoceros
And now it's three months on
And I've made a dozen songs
I think it's gone okay
I think I'm going to carry on
Yeah, who knows how it will be
You have to wait and see
Predictability
Is not what I'm going for
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