1. |
Get My Giggles
03:03
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Get my giggles in the heat, yeah
Have you had a go?
I’m letting you
On the edges of your seat
Getting vertigo
But my lord the view!
It’s a miracle, glowing in the dark
But never getting cynical
Of a Noah’s Arc party in the pool
But what can you do?
How d’you let up on the Sweet Freaks
It’s another way of not stacking them shelves
Get your booty to the beach
There’s a hell a lot of tails ain’t chasing themselves
And I hover down to the freak show
It’s a mode of transport never yet flawed
Well I know you’d rather have a cheap bro
It’s a no brainer when you’re stoned
Somewhere to go to get easy
I get my giggles in the street, yeah
Have you had a nose job recently?
On the corners of the wheat field
I can see a weird America
Faster than a locomotive asteroid
For a royal abuse
You flatten out a new found island, yeah
Somewhere to go to get easy
You get easy
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2. |
Smegma
02:01
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Blood, dripping down my septum
Blood, Noah is around me but
The weak blow his arc and stole
Mud, filling up my brew
Tip top, kissing on a whistle stop tour of your insides
Smegma pidgeonhole
Got an old Smegma fridge and all the trimmings and gold
Women and mould
Bin man bold lettering
Shimmering seashells on a sea shore
But they never get sold
And it never gets cold in hell
Cos the lava won't rebel
Greek Birdy with a Mozambique
Asleep in a new green Jeep
What is the answer to life?!?
Mud tripping on my doldrums
Sudden gore, blood and all that guff
What a little pinprick
You're at shindig
You got your brand new ear wig
Smegma pidgeonhole
Got an old Smegma fridge and all the trimmings and gold
Women and mould
Bin man bold lettering
Shimmering seashells on a sea shore
But they never get sold
And it never gets cold in hell
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3. |
Liver Damage
01:18
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You can't get old
In Bolder City
You can't get rich
Without a gun
Well I try, to avoid
The blackout...
It's a true
I've only had a few
But everyday
I keep on getting liver damage
You can't get off
For love nor money
You just got on
To ride the wave
Even if the drugs lack flavour
They're going up or down that same hole anyway
It's a true
I've only had a few
But everyday
I keep on getting liver damage
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4. |
I Eat Gravel
01:08
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Wake up
Have a rollup
Gotta get myself a zoogie
You're Hank Marvin
Have a guess
I eat gravel when I haven't got anything else to eat...
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5. |
Funny How It Seems
02:22
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Change the time, no
Your watch is working backwards
If you wind, oh
If you wind the hands in the opposite direction will it grow?
The answer’s yes but… the answer’s no
What d’you deduce from that?
Change the time, no
Your watch is working backwards
If you wind, oh
If you wind the hands in the opposite direction will it grow?
The answer’s yes but… the answer’s no
What d’you deduce from that?
Funny how it seems like everything’s obscene
Like you just have to go
Funny how the man can ruin a good plan
And take away your soul
Fuck your wife
Fuck your husband later on
Who says that you gotta pick a favourite?
Well if the man is a woman and the woman is a man is a woman and the woman is a man
You fuck head
Funny how it seems like everything’s obscene
Like you just have to go
Funny how the man can ruin a good plan
And take away your soul
Funny how it seems like everything’s obscene
Like you just have to go
Funny how the man can ruin a good plan
And take away your soul
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6. |
Popup Moaning
02:25
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We got no popup moaning
Bored and in a steep decline
You know
Your friends are your foes
And when the pope goes to bed
I can't get that toupee off his head
That's when you know you're fucked
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