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PAWP
03:03
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I invited the spy to invade my cave.
Tells me what to buy and how to behave.
If by the time I die I ain't been saved -
Then the spy will know why -
I unfriend you from the grave.
Are you free from the stench of an independent press?
And is wanting more the same as not settling for less?
It's red pill time in your neo-wild-west.
Or has it always been
A trick to box you in?
Get you playing a game you can never win.
Get on the carousel
That's headed straight for hell -
As you sit and you spin -
And you sink or you swim -
And you twist and you spit in the wind.
Jump on the carousel
That's running straight to hell -
To underserve all the non-essential personnel.
They got you tagged and tracked
And now we've all been hacked -
So you can't even tell
That you fell down a well
And you're under the spell of the spy.
Ooh -whatcha watchin'?
Whatcha wearin'?
Ooh -whatcha watchin'?
Whatcha wearin'?
All you -
Rotters gotta stop all your spying on me.
It's not enough you take all my money.
All you rotters gotta stop all your spying on me.
It's not enough you take all my money.
You rotters gotta stop -
All you rotters gotta stop.
A re-stocking fee charged to my account -
Only costing me a nominal amount.
Die, Dynata -
Die, Dynata, die.
Die, Dynata -
Die, Dynata, die -
And take the spy with you.
Everybody's got all my money but me.
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The shadow knows
It's only the wind.
It comes and goes.
There's no one there
To go bump in the night.
No nightmare there -
No not anywhere.
That phantom drinks -
The apparition snores.
My specter sings.
The spirits bring
Visitations bright.
I'm in their care.
Every home should have a ghost.
Every home should have a ghost -
Or it ain't no home at all.
The shadow knows
It's only the wind.
There's no one there.
My seance girl
Paranormalizes
My Ouija world.
You got to have a ghost -
Every home should have a ghost.
Every home should have a ghost -
Or it ain't no home at all.
Not at all -not at all -not at all.
Every home should have a ghost.
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3. |
One Of The Women
04:41
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I'm not prone to ponder
All the love I might have squandered -
'Cuz that's a scene that makes me oh so sad.
When my heart starts growing fonder
My eye -it starts to wander,
And you know it's something special that we had.
You're one of the women I want,
So, pretty baby, don't you cry.
You're one of the women I want -
That's both a promise and a lie.
I know I should have called her
When I left her at the altar -
With all her pretty maids all in a row.
I may play my passion
In a rather shabby fashion -
But there's one thing about you you should know.
You're one of the women I want,
So, pretty baby, don't you cry.
I swear -
You're one of the women I want -
That's both a promise and a lie.
You think you've got my number
I get right out from under.
No blonde, brunette or red head could compare.
Nothing could come between us,
'Cuz I'm thinking with my -----
It would be so selfish not to share.
And you're sure enough -
One of the women I want,
So, pretty baby, don't you cry.
You're one of the women I want -
That's both a promise and a lie.
You gotta believe me, Baby -
You're one of the women I want,
Cross my heart and hope to die.
You're the only woman I've got -
That's both a promise and a lie.
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4. |
Jet Before The Angels
03:38
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Sharing my solitude
With the Big Flats and a mystic mood.
Can't let any light intrude
Or the dream might drown.
Not worth all the mentioning
While you fight on for some awful thing.
Live dive in the boxing ring -
'Cuz, baby, that's my round.
It's getting more contagious by the pound.
Jet before the angels run aground.
Love -love once was the word,
But now it's ground down like a flightless bird.
I cry out to be sight unheard
From a black hole of sound.
Now I languish in my failed state
With my nine lives and my stalemate.
Carved up on a spinning plate
Like a cash-only clown.
It's getting more contagious by the pound.
Jet before the angels run aground.
We don't do anything by chance.
We pay the bailiff in advance.
We don't do anything but dance.
I just laugh at happenstance.
Now it's getting more contagious all the time.
Jet before the angels lose their mind.
In the early stages -
Everyone's contagious.
Jet before you -
Jet before you -
Jet before you...
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Surrounded
02:22
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Who are we?
Where am I?
What is this?
Who am I?
Where are we?
We got you surrounded.
We got you surrounded.
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6. |
Cool Or Unusual
05:51
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Nothing cool or unusual
Going down 'round here no more.
My friends they went with the rising rent,
Castaways on a distant shore.
Nothing cool or unusual
Going down 'round here no more.
Boarded up or just broken down -
Sell me off or put me in storage.
I'm the crosser of the line.
I'm the fodder on the Rhine.
I'm the victim and the crime.
I'm just watching for a sign.
I'm forever working overtime.
I'm a dozen for a dime.
I'm nothing of the kind.
I'm nothing of the kind.
REPETE 1ST VERSE
Won't you get back to me.
Waiting for the rain to save me.
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