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"Ok Punch It"
01:45
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...are you alone?...
...are you alone?...
...are you alone?...
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Brain On A Hanger
02:42
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I got my brain on a hanger
And the pain gives me swagger
When I'm suckin' chest wound
I got a hideaway head
With nothin' inside
But a wild wild wind
And a spider bride
Got my brain on a hanger
Ooh baby you're my spider bride
You got my brain on a hanger tonight
Ooh baby you're my spider bride
You got my brain on a hanger tonight
Got my brain on a hanger
If I were a spider
I'd climb a little higher
Than all the other spiders
I'd be higher than them
But it 'aint no fun
Bein' higher than the others
When the others are suckin'
chest wound in the sand
Ooh baby you're my spider bride
You got my brain on a hanger tonight
Ooh baby you're my spider bride
You got my brain on a hanger tonight
Got my brain on a hanger
I got my brain on a hanger
I got my brain on a hanger
I got my brain on a hanger
I got my brain on a hanger
Brain on a hanger
Watch out, watch out!
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3. |
Night Trooper
02:56
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Night Trooper
Sneakin' 'round
Underneath the bridge
Underneath the skyway
Night Trooper
Night Trooper comin', comin' 'round
Comin 'round with a laser gun
He's here to kill
He's here to stay
Stayin' up all night in the night city
Night City Trooper
Night City Trooper
Night Trooper
"I've got a bad feeling about this..."
Night Trooper cruisin', cruisin' 'round
Cruisin' 'round up in the sky
Night sky comin', comin' down
Comin' down on a killer town
Night Trooper
Night Trooper
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4. |
Velvet Wasteland
02:53
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All the failed seekers are pilin' up in mounds and
I been searchin' for a velvet underground
The cattle are dyin' to call me their own and my
Soul is closin' in on the drone
With the chance of escape lookin' more and more grim
Today I find it pointless to join in the hymn
'Cause this town is eating itself from inside
And my mind is a velvet wasteland
What will she do when her play thing has died
And my mind is a velvet wasteland
My mind is a velvet wasteland
The hermit lived most when he felt he was dead
The bleeding hearts and artists came and unscrewed is head
And tied it to the back of the acid test bus
Where it spent the bumby ride collectin' magic dust
That clogged up his hears, went to the depths of his brain
And that was the day that the head embraced the pain
This town is eating itself from inside
And my mind is a velvet wasteland
What will she do when her play thing has died
And my mind is a velvet wasteland
My mind is a velvet wasteland
Well your face is so fine
You're rawness divine
Why don't ya come over here
Let's catch the fear
Let's get up and dance
We'll embrace the romance
We'll be in over our heads
And then we'll cut all the threads
A lonely wanderer above the sea of fog
Stands atop the rocky cliff, his brain is a bog
The path was in sight, but has evaded his vision
His genius and artistry may never know precision
The horizon has faded, the goal is ever clear
He gotta embrace the weird, man, he gotta get outta here
'Cause this town is eating itself from inside
And my mind is a velvet wasteland
What will she do when her play thing has died
And my mind is a velvet wasteland
My mind is a velvet wasteland
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5. |
My House
02:11
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My house was built on a rolling stone
My house was built on a rolling stone
My house was built on a rolling stone
My house was built on a rolling stone
Let it roll
Let it roll
My house was built on a rolling stone
My house was built on a rolling stone
My house was built on a rolling stone
My house was built on a rolling stone
Let it roll
Let it roll
Let it roll
Let it roll
Let it roll
If it's raining then the streets are wet
If it's raining then the streets are wet
If it's raining then the streets are wet
If it's raining
Let it rain
Let it rain
If it's raining then the streets are wet
If it's raining then the streets are wet
If it's raining then the streets are wet
If it's raining
Let it rain
Let it rain
Let it rain
Let it rain
And let it roll
Let it roll
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6. |
Vamp
03:09
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7. |
Thin Like A Man
01:43
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Every day the rain pours in
And a woman is a man is a woman is a man
Every day the rain pours in
And a woman is a man m-man m-man man
Every day the song is written
By a single solitary young woman
Every day the song is written
By a single solitary young woman
I got moves like a woman
But I'm thin like a man
I got moves like a woman
But I'm thin like a man
I got moves like a woman
But I'm thin like a man
I got moves like a woman
But I'm thin like a man m-m-man m-man m-man man
m-m-man m-m-man m-man m-man man
m-m-man m-m-man m-man m-man man
m-m-man m-m-man m-man m-man man
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8. |
Blunt Force Trauma
01:14
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I got a pet rock
His name is Blunt Force Trauma
I got a pet rock
His name is Blunt Force Trauma
I got a pet rock
His name is Blunt Force Trauma
I got a pet rock
His name is Blunt Force Trauma
Outta the way
Your mother's name is B.F.T.
Outta the way
Your mother's name is B.F.T.
Outta the way
Your mother's name is B.F.T.
Outta the way
Your mother's name is B.F.T.
I got a woman
Her name is Alterity
I got a woman
Her name is Alterity
I got a woman
Her name is Alterity
I got a woman
Her name is Alterity
I got a pet rock
His name is Blunt Force Trauma
I got a pet rock
His name is Blunt Force Trauma
I got a pet rock
His name is Blunt Force Trauma
I got a pet rock
His name is Blunt Force Trauma
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9. |
Doppelganger
02:38
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Whose that comin' down the hall
That specter oh so tall
They call him Mr. Free
They call him Me
He wears a long black coat
He wears it while I choke
He wears it with my style
He wears it with a smile
Hey Doppelganger
What do you want?!
What do you need?!
Hey Doppelganger
I think I'll kill you now
You see it just as loud
You slimy cut of me
My Doppelganger
Let's go out to the lawn
Where the Wild Boys have their fun
Where I can kill myself
My Doppelganger
And now I've killed myself
Inhaled that malted milk
My dagger is unfurled
I hail from the underworld
It's magic in my room
I cannot laugh to soon
I'll wait 'till the magic goes
Then I can light my nose
Hey Doppelganger
What do you want?!
What do you need?!
Hey Doppelganger
Hey Doppelganger...
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I’m a pilgrim, I’m a stranger
Cast upon the rocky shore
Of a land where deathly danger
Surges with a sullen roar,
Oft despairing, oft despairing,
Lest I reach my home no more.
Misty vapors rise before me.
Scarcely can I see the way.
Clouds of darkest hue hang o’er me,
And I’m apt to go astray
With the many, with the many
That are now the vulture’s prey.
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I'm pointin' my finger
pointin' my finger
pointin' my finger at you
pointin' my finger
pointin' my finger
pointin' my finger at you
And it's still nice to kiss you
Still nice to look at you
Still nice to curse you
Still nice to lurk on you
I'm gonna take your nails
Bite them in two for you
Motorcycles in your eyes
Motorcycles in your thighs
Motorcycles in your eyes
Motorcycles in your eyes
Black moon engines in your thighs
Motorcycles in your eyes
Pointerfingerfingerpointerpointerfinger...
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