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Intro
00:21
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2. |
Waterproof Is Lightfast
02:47
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WATERPROOF IS LIGHTFAST
The snow white man keeps knowing my brain
He uses the telepathic the magical pain
Leaving my damn house only to forget my keys
The pen eraser starts shrieking please
There was a man, and his rifle
Near San Diego crime
Oh, I saw it! No, you didn't
So it was a pleasure but not mine
I think he uses the leak and the carrot wine
The buffalo bread and the silk worm line
I'm water proof I can clear my sight
Maybe with the bag I'll win the fight
Leaving my damn house only to forget my keys
The pen eraser starts shrieking please
There was a man, and his rifle
Near San Diego crime
Oh, I saw it! No, you didn't
So it was a pleasure but not mine
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3. |
Snailspotting
03:28
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SNAILSPOTTING
The Finnish singer spat on the ground
Abbey Echo that typical sound
The underground choir, the psycho beat
It's something you don't hear when you normally seat
The tuna tin
The trumpet sin
All the snake's skin
Let the snail race begin
The coffee sugar took the lead
I've lost the race really 'cause I can't read
There's a seagull flying and is like a gun
She throw garbage just for the fun
The crumb you gave to the innocent lark
The one you withdraw from the dark
Made it flabby started to fizz
And it just came out with the usual sneeze
The tuna tin
The trumpet sin
All the snake's skin
Let the snail race begin
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4. |
Trade Sex For Love
02:55
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TRADE SEX FOR LOVE
I've tried to reach out and I've failed
Now my head is blowing
You've trapped me in the past girl
That's why I hate you darling
If you wanna be bad
First you gotta
Trade sex for love
I don't know why I love you
You're so full of buts
I'm like a toy in your hand
Life really fucking sucks
Why are you hiding from me
I've been learning to live
But my heart is so crazy
Why won't you believe
If you wanna be bad
First you gotta
Trade sex for love
Maybe I'm changing inside
Maybe I'm just foolish
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5. |
The Train Robbery
03:01
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THE TRAIN ROBBERY
Ware your feet after the cat
But don't let the carpet get on the trap
There is a mainland on the pirate train
They have your hat man, you can use my crane
The train robbery
Good looking misery
I've got skills, no sympathy
You'll see the naughty poem down the corner
You are quite a feat man just don't bother
You can run, can you cut the rope?
Sorry big man only buying your hope
There is a rat who used to be polite
Now he's a rebel getting on the fight
The magic box started the transmission
Where's the yellow girl, the science fiction?
The train robbery
Good looking misery
I've got skills, no sympathy
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6. |
Baked Beans
03:20
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BAKED BEANS
Isn't your house near the great spoon town?
Don't you know your floor is hiding the crown
The radio line keep it warm inside
Isn't the dog swimming in pride?
Chess titans playing like creeping dogs
Isolated rooms, no sneaky fogs
If you don't have the walking finger
You'll have no nuts, no singer
The beast ate the parrot voice
Baked beans to cure the choice
Call the viking, the medieval source
The dynamic case saved to the bone
The suit, the glove, and the freaking phone
The man, the can and clicking stroke
Don't let the dog freeze give him the coat
Throwing all the kid's stuff to the ground
Walking like dogs spinning around
Leggings like legalized marching bands
The scotch pipe to enjoy the fans
The beast ate the parrot voice
Baked beans to cure the choice
Call the viking, the medieval source
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