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Ode To Caliostro
04:05
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A skunk and a spider are sitting up in their loft
Ya, they're looking down, but they're thankful for what they got
They spot the ol' raccoon rummaging through the alley
Tipping over trash cans and filling up his belly
Well the skunk turned to the spider and said, "Would you look at that? "He's letting himself go, he's getting so damn fat!"
Well, the spider took a drag, shook his head and said,
"Garbage, garbage, garbage, it'll kill him one day."
Chase found his place and Brian's got his swagger,
Cherese is chasing dragons, hard to tell what she is after,
There's never a good reason, to ever feel alone
Just climb the 21 steps to the Desert Stone.
Ya, the band is smoking hot, they play 5 times a week
There's always a place to fill your cup and a spot to rest your feet
We live the life of simple luxury
Good joss and white light, there's no better place to be.
Now winter is approacing, Jack Frost is creeping in,
The crows left home 2 months ago, they foresaw the sin
That the fat cats get their raise, big business has no soul
Where will those boys play their rock n roll?
Everything must come and go, everything must pass
So get it while it's hot, lap it up while it lasts
Be grateful, Be Honest and it will help you grow,
So thank you very much, Mr. Caliostro.
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Bedroom Window
02:28
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Cloudy eyes get hypnotized by most the pretty things they see
Like spinning tops and soda pops, mostly anything for free
But that don't matter much to me
I can take it or it get get up and leave
Perfection is chaotic bliss and it happens naturally
I look to the sky and lose my mind it happens frequently
My mind goes riding on a breeze
Rests my body and puts my soul at ease
Now I'm staring out my bedroom window
Cloudy skies and I see shadows
Storms as far as my little eyes can see
and it's still beautiful to me
Blind faith can put restraints on our responsibility
It's god's will that we fulfill our preferred destiny
Death don't bother me
It's just a matter of what we perceive death to be
Now I'm staring out my bedroom window
Cloudy skies and I see shadows
Storms as far as my little eyes can see
and it's still beautiful to me
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3. |
King of the Underground
04:02
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I feel handcuffed inside a dream
I'm living a life that's not for me
It broke me down and made me cry
I'm living a life that was a lie,
I'm living a life that was a lie,
I'm living a life that was a lie....
There's more to life than these four walls
There's more to working than shopping at malls
Guilt and fear will drag you by a string
Break the rules and become your own king
Now i'm the king of the underground
I got this guitar for my wedding ring
On a pawn shop deal with some other things
Now I make you dance, I make you sing
In some parts of the world they call me a king
Now I'm the king of the underground
Troubles, they keep me down
Troubles they keep me down...
There's more to life than these four walls
There's more to working than shopping at malls
Guilt and fear will drag you by a string
Break the rules and become your own king
Break the rules and become your own king
Break the rules and become your own king
Now I'm the king of the underground
It feels good to be king
You know that it's true!
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Born Loser
04:47
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For miles and miles and miles I roam
Forever searching for a home
The further I got the less I know
Forever searching and feeling alone
Oh what a shame
The toils and tribulations are the name of the game
Oh what a shame
I'm another born loser who don't know his name
Now I'm battling egos but how would I know
The only one I battle is really my own?
It's time to leave all this pettiness behind
But this fucked up competition has been the key to my drive
Oh what a shame
The toils and tribulations are the name of the game
Oh what a shame
I'm another born loser who don't know his name
As I sit by the fire and tell you my thoughts
The burning out embers resemble my heart
I just want to feel god's love again
And share all of her blessings with all of my friends
Oh what a shame
The toils and tribulations are the name of the game
Oh what a shame
I'm another born loser addicted to fame
Oh what a shame
It's the same old bullshit again and again
Oh what a shame
I'm another born loser who don't know his name
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Well a dollar and a half on a Saturday night
Is just not enough to go around
So I took out my little colt .45
Headed out on the town
Took out my little colt 45
I robbed me a liquor store
It was so goddamn easy
I robbed me a couple more
Well, I graduated into banks
To get a stake in life, you see
Then I graduated in to
Respectability
Now I'm the head of a major corporation
And I'm feeling pretty high
To think that it all started out
With my little colt .45
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Death Tomb
02:40
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Nowhere to run
No place to hide
You better say your prayers
There's no chance to survive
Throw you in the casket
Nail the coffin closed
Open up that gates of hell
The demons take control
Death tomb!
Muahahahahahaha
Now you're running out of air
Clawing to get out
Realized you've lived a life
Shrouded in fear and doubt
Let the lightning flash on the casket
The damage has been done
All unclaimed souls will fall to hell
The reckoning has begun
Death tomb!
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Workin' All Night
05:44
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lyrics by john dale
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T.V. Eyes
04:13
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1000 lies TV eyes
Recipe for our social demise
Moving pictures to immobilize
A scheme devised by an evil mind
It's in our bars, our stores and schools
And almost one in every living room
It's a weapon of mass distraction
A mind numbing, brain dead, corporate contraption
Only after the last tree is slaughtered
And toxic sludge fills our waters
And the air is so thick that it can't be breathed in
Only then will we know money can't be eaten
1000 lies TV eyes
Infomercials funded by dictators lies
Paints a picture to polarize
The whole human race is jeopardized
It ain't fair but once we our born
We're forced to slave for money, consume and conform
And lead a life devoid of purpose
Because our corporate gods demand they are worshiped
Only after the last tree is slaughtered
And toxic sludge fills our waters
And the air is so thick that it can't be breathed in
Only then will we know money can't be eaten
1000 lies TV eyes
Stop buying what they're selling and open your minds
Quit the obsession of collecting possessions
A drone for money is an empty profession
Don't put a price on nature or price on yourself
Know who you are it ain't sold on no shelf
Live in a world where we love one another
White light, one love, we're all sisters and brothers
Only after the last tree is slaughtered
And toxic sludge fills our waters
And the air is so thick that it can't be breathed in
Only then will we know money can't be eaten
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The sausage-like ladies were out on the prowl
They were right in the prime of a sexual time
They were looking for men who could howl
Well just around the corner and a little down the street
Came Ed McMasher and Joe Quick Hands and Feet
They were looking for victims and they thought they were the best
Then the sausage like ladies came in from the west
Sausage-like ladies in red
Oh yeah!
It was splat splat and then it was face on the ground
In the next 50 seconds they were hand and foot bound
To the horror and amazement of Big Ed and Joe
The sausage-like ladies removed everyone's clothes
Sausage-like ladies in Red
Oh yeah!
Three and a half hours later as they babbled and they begged
The sausage-likes ladies gave up on their leg
As the ladies got dressed they hummed a little tune
They couldn't wait till next month at their time of the moon
Sausage-like ladies in red
Oh yeah!
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