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Baby Machines
03:16
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Hey there lovely
How'd you get so ugly
There's an Inky effervescence
On your lower body's presence
And it's not turning me on
You look pretty
But how'd you get so gritty
With a will of the worlds
You've achieved so much
But you're not turning me on
Ba Ba Ba Bada
Bo Den Da Den De Dela Dendo
Ba Bow De Bo
Bo Den Da
Baby machine
You're all baby machines
and it's all I'm seeing
Butterflies, above the thighs
Dark eyes, but there's no disguise
There's nothing of any worth
Your main function is giving birth
Likely, it comes to pass
That knowledge is a thing of the past
Ba Ba Ba Bada
Bo Den Da Den De Dela Dendo
Ba Bow De Bo
Bo Den Da
Baby machine
You're all baby machines
and it's all I'm seeing
Hey there stretchy
You've done too much fetching
Now your belly's made of rubber
And I'm waiting for the blubber
I am deffinitely not turned on
You look crazy
But I think you're fat and lazy
You know you fell so far
From the days gone by
When you just looked kind of dumb
Ba Ba Ba Bada
Bo Den Da Den De Dela Dendo
Ba Bow De Bo
Key Change!
Key Change!
Stop!
Ba Ba Ba Bada
Bo Den Da Den De Dela Dendo
Ba Bow De Bo
Bo Den Da
Baby machine
You're all baby machines
You're all baby machines
You're all baby machines
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2. |
3rd Generation Aracknid
03:28
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Snapshot
A colliseum
An entanglement
A structure of intricate
And terrible proportion
Pan back, a city, an elegance
A dark net of murderous fashion
Lense change
An irradescence
Layer after layer
Of multi-spectral multi-levels
A nature's logic
Zoom in an agrophobic
An utter dread formed through this structure
The pain gained if collided with
An utter dread formed through this structure
The pain gained if collided with
A hundred poisonous puncture wounds
The body tied down with the thinnest wires
Tiny predators crawling on your chest
A thousand hatchlings in the womb
A man of a thounsand miles in length
A victim of poison fire
He hurts the nest
He hurts the nest
He hurts the nest
He hurts the nest
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Cosmetic Feet
04:27
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Call her in
The one I must modify
To make her feel
That she fits in
Prep her bed and tell her
The way she was will never be again
With this new procedure
I am paid to mutilate
The outer form
They see it in the media
Women must perfect
And so my job is born
Cosmetic feet
Now we're getting face-lifts on our toes
I know we're de-evolving
Cosmetic feet
Accessorize or be denied
The simple joys of modern life
What a modern world we live in
Where beauty is all
We want to see
How forgiving a society
Flaws are unacceptable
And sex is never free
Cosmetic feet
Now we're getting face-lifts on our toes
I know we're de-evolving
Cosmetic feet
Accessorize or be denied
The simple joys of modern life
I'll change your face it's easy
Sterilise your form
Re-make you how they want you
So that you can be a whore
Why do you want to be the same
Can't you see it's sad to mimic fame
You say you want to feel precious
You want the boys to tell you you're delicious
Seems to me your problem isn't image
Now I'll tell you what it is
The human race
Cosmetic feet
Now we're getting face-lifts on our toes
I know we're de-evolving
Cosmetic feet
Accessorize or be denied
The simple joys of modern life
Cosmetic feet
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4. |
Glassy
03:39
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Run for every glass you've missed poor girl
Dodge grown children as you reach the door
Carve some turkey for disgruntled guests
Blow your pay on another year of tests
I've never met a nicer glassy
I've never met a nicer glassy
I've never met a nicer glassy
I've never met a nicer glassy
Run for every spec of self respect
Cloth your children so that they don't freeze
Fend off perverts with a broken chair
Now you've been fired so you start again
I've never met a nicer glassy
I've never met a nicer glassy
I've never met a nicer glassy
I've never met a nicer glassy
Run for every glass you've missed poor girl
Dodge grown children as you reach the door
Carve some turkey for disgruntled guests
Blow your pay on another year of tests
I've never met a nicer glassy
I've never met a nicer glassy
I've never met a nicer glassy
I've never met a nicer glassy
A nicer Glassy
A nicer Glassy
A nicer Glassy
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5. |
Hangover Music
06:21
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6. |
Dangerous
03:13
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You said that I was dangerous
You did mention my eyes were dangerous
And I felt so at home
With every touch of my skin I felt less alone
Amongst the lies
You're a beautiful suprise
And I can't think of anyone
I'd rather sit with
You can break my scowl
And inside I howl
A creature made so strong
By the way we get along
I feel so dangerous
I'd warn you away
But I'm selfish today
I don't care for what I should
But I would be good if I could
It feels so nice
When Someone sees through my disguise
And though the context might be lost
I feel I know yours too
Beauty lies
Is your attention mine
I can sing a song each day
For you if you like
I feel so dangerous
I feel so dangerous
Dangerous
I feel
Ohwhoaohooo
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7. |
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Wide eyed, jumping around
I'm feeling a thrill for every tiny sound
Sun-down and they come around
With a sticky voice they all make this sound
Slow day and while they're away
I find myself enjoying the day
Hold me, it's not my choice
But sooner or later you will hear my voice
Big batch, so many hats
The next one to touch me s' gonna get a scratch
Wet fur, covered in beer
Seems about time for me to disappear
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8. |
The Peter Pan Complex
04:40
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I don't like the rain
I don't like the cold
I don't like the feeling of getting old
I don't feel excited
I don't feel enthralled
I don't think I'd like to relearn how to crawl
I'm sure that those before
Had a greater appreciation
Of a world that ends each day
For some people who got in the way
I don't understand the grown-up land
Why can't we just live like Peter Pan
I don't like to yell
I don't like to shout
The subject matter's shady
What's this fight about
Do we go to war
Do we stay at home
To many grown-ups thinking
And now we're all alone
In a world that ends each day
For some people who got in the way
I don't understand the grown-up land
Why can't we just live like Peter Pan
I can feel the end
Comin' every day
It's feeling like forever
Since I went out and played
Now I'm of age
The child's in the cage
And everyone seems
To act the same
I can do what I want
When I choose
I even have the option
To buy my own booze
I'm sure that those before
Had a greater appreciation
Of a world that ends each day
For some people who got in the way
I don't understand the grown-up land
Why can't we just live like Peter Pan
I don't understand the grown-up land
Why can't we just live like Peter Pan
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9. |
S(a)tan
04:50
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The time of the jackal is close at hand
All will be judged
And red horns will come back into fashion
The final hour approaches
And on the eve of your destruction you will see me
And I will scare you shitless
You will know me
And I will be made flesh
And I will be called
Stan
And I will rise up
And make you my children
I'm stan
And here's my plan
I'm gonna drink
And fuck you up
Cause I'm a man
Bring forth the puppies
And the newspaper covered in carbon tape
Fetch me my woman
That I may emphasize that I'm a jerk
And suck all the breath
From those on earth that aren't like me
I am stan
And here's my plan
I'm gonna drink
And fuck you up
Cause I'm a man
Cause I'm a maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan
Give me a subject
And I'll twist it till you cringe
Tell me your opinions
And I'll punch you in the face
It's a long road to intelligence
And I'm the last one in the race
I am stan
And here's my plan
I'm gonna drink
And fuck you up
Cause I'm a man
Cause I'm a man
Cause I'm a man
Cause I'm a man
Cause I'm a man
Cause I'm a man
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10. |
Foggy Noggen
02:30
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Tell me my companion am I dreaming of this freshness
Cleanse me of this wretched fore-thought fogging up my noggen
I remember dandylions soaking up the sun
Withered in a smoky room, Having lots of fun
Thank the over-stated gods that oxygen is gone
Let me in on something, does a breeze believe in home
Or does it wonder on alone, seeking cleaner places
Crimson eyes of fog and many many greasy faces
That's got to be an oil stain adorn your brand new laces
A metophorical god of waste is pissing on your faces
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