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Barbarella, leave me on the bar now.
I said I paid for the whole damn stool
but with ya spinnin' I can't keep still.
Fire your daggers at me.
Are you staggered when you see them saying
"Hey ya, Barbarella can ya keep me going?";
hey ya, Barbarella can ya keep me out of it now.
And I'm feeling ok
ever since your fingers withered away from my
neck in the socio-stratospherical space I trek.
For once, I don't feel dead but
hey ya, Barbarella can ya keep me going.
Hey ya, Barbarella, really need some more of that
fake shit you've been dishing 'cause the beats fade quick and I'm slipping baby.
Hey ya, Barbarella can ya keep me out of it now.
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2. |
Scott Rambling
02:12
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Well he said put her on a plane
to Puerto Rico.
"Everyone expects snakes because of that damn movie, no!
Poison dart frogs, problem solved."
She said get bent,
well her head's from 1996
with the sadistic momentum of all the love she lost
with her poison dart frogs.
No more
dream eater,
just sleep theater
with Simon and Yoko, no Ono, no more;
Wa
da da da.
Wa
da da da dah.
Wa
da da -
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3. |
Kaijuice
02:50
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I talked to Brandon in the car,
he said I was covered in claws.
I talked to Lucas, he was sure,
yeah they were both sure I should take my monster body to the sea.
Covered in scales my skin keeps dry, think I've
stockholmed myself to think I like it, but I don't like it anymore.
Because I'm a kaiju
who never speaks in metaphor.
I'm right behind you,
I'll burn your city down.
Covered in scales my skin keeps dry, think I'll
go home because I don't like it.
Because I'm a kaiju
who never speaks in metaphor.
I'm right behind you,
I'll burn your city down.
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4. |
Aubrey Plaza Fan Club
02:24
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Dread witch, stitch me in the folds
of every trim grimace. I dim lights
like Romeo and Hitchcock before
and whisper "Someday everyone will die."
I'll take you to the Halloween store
and you can be the mummy if I can be the gauze.
I'll take you to the Halloween store
and you can be the Downey if I can be your cap without a cause!
I wish you were away now,
cause I can't stand the way you are now.
If it answers your question, I think you should move on.
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5. |
Iguana Donna Pinciotti
03:27
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You're just a lie, you're just a lie,
you're just a lie, foreign, in the form of whatever suitor's
eye you befall before sink your claws in, just to watch them.
You're wearing skin, fair skin and hair like fire as you sleep,
just a wolf among the sheep watching them.
He's just a guy, he's just a guy,
he's barely left for a minute. You're mess, he's just a
guy you befell and now you think about him while sharpening your scythe.
Don't let him in, (him in) and yet he haunts you as you sleep.
Just a wolf among the sheep watching them.
Hello, you know it's his time to go
and if you don't then we will
remove him from the problem
and you will go down with him.
Hello, it was always just an
alien affair, you know.
As you would say, it's all so typical.
As if I thought that, frankly you could be my home
when mine's got death over my head,
at least we can both die by my own hand
and we'll dream of growing old.
It's not a lie, it's not a lie.
Well I guess I'm back for a second helping,
for another helping of carnation instant
bitch, get a taste of my shotgun from the grave
I will not make the mistake of letting anything
go again. Go again.
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6. |
Spider Song
01:51
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I want more tattoos,
drinking booze, and you are cute.
And I am red, wine red, baby.
Everything tastes like Faygo and sushi, and the world
is beautiful like
You better be careful not to cause some
climate change with all that chill it's
rad, rad, rad the way you're
just spiders in the shape of a human;
gets under my skin.
Well I've got no way other than to go and say
that I want to, I want to.
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7. |
Acid, Dude, In A Dress
03:33
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I've got sticks in my
hands I cannot lie, you've got
nothing but the claws
made up of the junk that you're on.
I'm in between a love song and a ballad about reptilians.
I know you lack cognizance but baby, step down.
Get your hands off me now. I don't care you're on
acid, dude, in a pink tutu. You're kind of
gross and I think you should get away from me right now.
Realistically, I hope you're ok. We've got a show to play and you're on
acid, dude, in a pink tutu. You're kind of
gross and I think you should get away from me right now.
Well he's got a fix in mind; stand and I will find
a spot for gnawing with your jaws to the side where I'm not jamming.
I'm in between a love song and a ballad about reptilians.
I know you lack cognizance but baby, step down.
Get your hands off me now. I don't care you're on
acid, dude, in a pink tutu. You're kind of
gross and I think you should get away from me right now.
Realistically, I hope you're ok. We've got a show to play and you're on
acid, dude, in a pink tutu. You're kind of
gross and I think you should get away from me right now.
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8. |
Kind Of Serious
02:37
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I don't want to write something too
serious. I like to be
facetious most of the time, baby, but
I can't keep quiet about
how I think I'm right being so
curious. I like to be sure
when I'm losing my mind girl because
I can't quite keep quiet about
it. I can't keep quiet.
Well I am drifting away
in my feelings. I'm ok
and if you want
to try keeping up you can but
I am floating all day,
all Summer I will stay
inside my head
waiting up until I'm dead, but
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9. |
Super Space Odyssey 9
02:52
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Punch it, It stitch tire tracks.
Paint the void with tread marks, leave
scars on black canvases.
Nothing like crushing space,
my homemade sudowoodo keychain.
Strings in the trunk and the
feeling nothing can go wrong.
Kill it, Misfits
on and smoke from within
the hood, I should have made
room in the trunk but with everything we brought along,
no toolkit in sight.
But I feel alright, I feel alright.
Old hands are running us out. I
feel the sand is running us out, we'll all die out here
but I feel alive out here so I'm ok.
Old hands are running us out. I
feel the sand is running us out, we'll all die out here
but I feel alright so I'm ok.
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10. |
Team Purple
03:16
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You're deja vu from years ago
and girl where are you going? I was second guessing but my
apprehension was but an apparition 'cause I am
feeling so tsundere
again. Don't let it sink in.
Where for art thou, Alaska child?
I'd bar blood and brethren from their trenches if
you'd glance my way with your
hair looking so wild like that.
I get mad in a good way.
<explicit>
I've got a crush on you.
You make me laugh, I like the things you say. I think they're
funny and that's all I care for anyway.
That and a nice set of morals.
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