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So go ahead and try to be Gimme a ticket defy to be Nobody said to cover me with tartar Go outside and visit the ground Imagine demanded to smash in the mouth About to smash in the mouth

Get up, jump out, don't wait, gotta get away Hop off, roll down, spring up, live another day

I can smell the colors Outside on my lawn The moist green organic That my feet tread upon

Fat bulk expanse mass lump block clod Rabid victim martyr stranded Level headed boy, ya better bend

Don't ask him what it was tell him what it is Don't ask him what it was tell him what it is

Came from the baby's mouth We follow the lines going south Please me, have no regrets Came from the, came from the, came from the... baby's mouth! We follow the lines going south!

There ain't no time to stash the gumbo Or rattle around in a cage The sacrificed child's made bubbles And spittle is everywhere in rage

I never ever saw the northern lights I never really heard of cluster-flies I never ever saw the stars so bright In the farmhouse things will be all right

Blue, splinter and grow New crystals of snow Seen several kinds Through seven below

Home on the train Why'd you send my monkey on a train? The day that you arrive My sleeping monkey is revived But you sent him home on the train

I would choose my own religion and worship my own spirit but if he ever preached to me I wouldn't want to hear it

And mindful of his larval craze The rhinotropic micro-gaze Ignored it and to my amazement Rode to Paris in twelve days

I'm looking through And it all would be So crystal clear If it wasn't for the foam But the foam keeps getting thicker And it just keeps getting harder And I'm falling Into a deep Well

I always wanted it this way I always hoped it'd be this way

If life were easy and not so fast I wouldn't think about the past. I can't forget to turn the earth so both sides get their share of darkness and of light

Listen as she speaks to you hear the voices flutter through the barriers arranged by you

Time, it seems In broken dreams To sleep beside the stair

They will come On pillow jets of sound The proof of wonder Celestial starlight gowned The ghost enchanter The eagle guide Beautiful and brown

What's that rubber bottle doing here? How's that napkin for a roof? Ten cents to a dollar now for a shelf of pregnant hens Robert Palmer is a plorb and gams, and gams, and gams

Jumping in the tub with your cousin! Somebody's definitely jumping in the tub with your brother Uncle!

Fluffhead was a man With a horrible disease Could not find no cure Won't you help him if you please?

If I could touch the stars with my finger tips The doors would open all around me Gonna escape from this prison of lies And swim in the ocean up above my head

There're certain things my mind must do And even though they're very few The image glistens like a gem Repairing is not one of them

And gliding away, you fly where you choose There’s nothing to say, and nothing to lose Time to put your wingsuit on

Oh tequila I turn to you like a long lost friend I want to kiss my Mexican cousin once again We'll cover every emotion from happiness to sorrow And the conversations I forget you'll tell me about tomorrow

Boy Man God Shit

Poster is dead Poster is dead Poster's Soooooo dead How about a goldfish? I don't want a goldfish I don't want a goldfish I don't want a goldfish I want.... a dog... A dog... a dog

Perhaps you'll receive invitations for tea Or perhaps you will laugh and you will make them all smile Or maybe you'll join them 'cause it had to be Perhaps you'll forget you forgot for a while

Now I'm letting it all roll by I can see, I can see A life beyond the dream I'm watching it all roll by I can see, I can see A life beyond the dream

Walkin cross a lawn, lawn, lawn, lawn, lawn, lawn, lawn Walkin cross a lawn, lawn, lawn, lawn, lawn, lawn, lawn Walkin cross a lawn Walkin through the dawn dawn dawn

My glance is always darting, when I stroll the avenue Avoiding all the obstacles that terrorize my view If you are here with me, I trust you to lead the way When you're not I follow you, and always go astray

Twenty-eight teeth inside of my head Grind three types of things and I'm sad that they're dead

I figured out what you whispered last night Somewhere the clouds touch the mountains just right Somewhere we're dancing and you're singing the tune South of the border and over the moon

Danger I've been told to expect it I begin my descent Down the cold granite steps

When I wake up in the night (I'm pulled from my dreams) Well, when something's not right I try not to look (but the curtains pull open its breathing I hear) For there is the shape That I fear And I'm fully woken I saw it again

I feel I've never told you the story of the ghost that I once knew and talked to of whom I'd never boast

The moment ends though I feel winds The moma dance, the moma dance The moma dance, the moma dance

We breathe deep in a steam dream and plunge below the water line down, down, down between beams to the gloom room among the seaweed and the slime down, down, down Melt

Suddenly he heard the crack of thunder And the rocks began to crumble overhead And tumble down the mountain to the Dismal swamp that lay beneath the jagged cliffs Through which his path had led

They call me the sloth (Way down in the ghetto) Italian Spaghetti (Singing falsetto) Sleeping all day (Rip Van Winklin') Spend my nights in bars (Glasses tinklin')

Back to the animals you know now you forever sing your song with the wolves where you belong now quite alone I often dream I hear you singing through the steam

I was riding down the road one day and Someone hit a possum I was riding down the road one day and Someone hit a possum The road was his end His end was the road So they say

You never get too sad, you never get too blue It must be all the chemtrails raining down on you The justice of the peace can't help you anymore And they just took the covers off the justice of war

Piper, Piper, the red, red worm woke last night to the sound of the storm her words were words I sailed upon

Meatstick 時間だ Meatstick 隠して Meatstick 取り出して 時間 とうとう 頭が ショック

If children playing all around To you is noise not pleasant sound And you'd be lost on the playground Then this one is for you

Ha ha ha ha

All my friends Come backwards down the number line

Oh, to be Prince Caspian, afloat upon the waves Oh, to be Prince Caspian with nothing to return to but the demons in their caves

So now I lay me down to sleep I pray the lord that I might keep my soul for one more night or two and hope the creatures never do