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On this european night out on the brink The cafes and the bars still stink The air is much too thick for seeing But not......
First: i tried to kill it with a hammer Thought that i could lose The head Sure! we've eaten off the silver (when even food......
This time it's the truth This time nothings gonna fall on through These books Are broken up Blast off! Wham! bam! Right off the shelf......
Dead joe joe... joe joe Oh-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho dead joe Oh-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho dead joe Welcome to the car smash Welcome to the car smash Welcome to the car......
Gun wears his alcoholism well Finger in bottle and swingin' it still From bed to sink and back again Clock is crawlin' round the same......
Worn and gnawn A little hole Just a small hole Letting in a sick wind In a small puffs Yo-ho-hole Yo-ho-hole Through which blow A......
Well i love that kewpie doll Well i love that kewpie doll Well i love that kewpie doll Yeah i bought her in a show......
Now look out I took a record of pretty music I went down and baby you can tell I took a record of pretty music......
Bu-u-u-u-u-u-rn! pop! pop! Bu-u-u-u-u-u-rn! pop! pop! I reckon i'm a bit too close to this one I reckon if i touch it might just burn......
Turn to my eyes so i may still you Snatching such a vision burns a shape into me Yet another hole, yet another hole in......
Wow! uh oh I am a figure of fun Obsessive, dead-pan and moribund [creantic girl] seasick I am the figure of fun [?] i baked......
This is true oh! this is true it's true Mister forever said nothing said I can sing Hit it! make it a dead one With......
What has not got my heart in it shall we be dubbed sir names Wither million blither tongues mounting bristling guilt frames In the fake......
The light from the window Falls on the floor And after it breaks I cut my feet On the little bright pieces (i glow in......
H! a! m! l! e! t! yeah... Hamlet's fishing in the grave A-fishing in the grave Thru the custard bones and stuff He ain't got......
I am the king. i am the king. i am the king. One dead marine through the hatch Scratch and scrape this heavenly body Every......
King ink strolls into town He sniffs around King ink kicks off his stink-boot Sand and soot and dust and dirt and He's much bigger......
Well ah jumpt! and fled this fucken heap on doctored wings Mah flailin pinions, with splints and rags and crutches! (damn things nearly hardly flap)......
This place is hell to me With the devil in my bed And the devil in this bottle And the devil in my head I'll......
There is woman - pie in here Mr. evangelist says she's hit The best cook ya ever had Ya can't blame the good woman now,......