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Intro
There is no culture is my brag,. Your taste for bullshit reveals a lust for a home of office. This is the home of the vain!. This is the home of the vain!.
Intro (in Album Totale's Turns )
There is no culture is my brag,. Your taste for bullshit reveals a lust for a home of office. This is the home of the vain!. This is the home of the vain!.
Industrial Estate
Yeah, yeah, industrial estate. Yeah, yeah, industrial estate. . Yeah, yeah, industrial estate. Yeah, yeah, industrial estate. Yeah, yeah, industrial estate.
Interlude/chilinism
The chiselers. He is desperate. Passed on. The 9th richest, bar none. The chiselers. . He is short. They are short. The Stones are short. Mr Grumbly, with a white Ferrari, is short.
In These Times
A flat season - vision gone. Picture frame it, and say so long;. My Aqua-cat is where it's at and new to mammal range. Buy you know it would never suit, territories Alpine.
In The Park
Night though I do not sleep. I dream of the park up the road. I open the bushes, a couple of lovers. Trying to be [lust-rockers]. And although my spouse is in the other room.
Impression Of J Temperance
Hate wide for dog breeder. in the town of purport. A never seen dog breeder. This is the tale of his replica.. . Name was J. Temperance. Only two did not hate him.
In My Area
The dwarf plays pool to prove his height. People play games when they lose at life. There's no sport, lad, just acid tension stomach flared.. A madness in my area.
Idiot Joy Showland
Idiot groups with no shape or form. Out of their heads on a quid of blow. The shapeless kecks flapping up a storm. Look at what they are: a pack of worms.
Immortality
You try and change it. You try and arrange it. You try and shape it. But it's immortality, yeah. It's immortality. . You cannot change it. Or rearrange it.
I'm Not Satisfied
Got no place to go. I'm tired of walking. Up and down the street all by myself. No love left for me to give. I try and try. But no one wants me the way I am.
Iceland
A plate steel object was fired. And I did not feel for my compatriots. Hated even the core of myself. Not a matter of ill-health. It was fear of weakness deep in core of myself.
I'm Into Cb
Well I've never had a car. Never been near a lorry. Got a nasty habit of scratching my nose. My codename's Happy Harry. I'm Into CB. I've done loads of jobs.
I'm Frank
Now I've got a lot to say now baby. But it doesn't concern me today now baby. Hello. . Gimme gimme gimme it slowly baby. Gimme gimme gimme it slowly baby.
I'm Going To Spain
I've sold my car, thrown in my job, I'm 34 years old. I think it's time I saw the world, and not Australia. I've sold my car thrown in my job I'm 34 years old.
I'm Bobby Pt 2
They say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery but that fraction small missing is sometimes the most important. We give you I am Bobby.. It's gotta be the same.
I'm A Mummy
I'm a Mummy. I scare people. Look what happens when I walk up to somebody. I'm a Mummy. I was born one thousand nine hundred and fifty nine years ago.
I'm Bobby Pt 1
MES: What I want to know is why don't real bands with real singers that don't go round explaining themselves. That's right go ahead, get ahead with your puerile slurred word rigmarole and put it out on the lids it's down congealed both the rest of your post nearly half realised birdlike thoughts clogging the solo seventies or new intellectual skinhead morass a shad mock whistle honestly professor competing with it observing scientifically brains are in that need maths to understand chords missing slide back to bottom of ravine while they catch up freezing outside contained thrash about. Thinks prescription wait a minute I need time my irritability you will pay for until you realise that it is you that are dumb. It's you keeping me in this bird cage screen. You don't work out go away stage cage move..
I Come And Stand At Your Door
I come and stand at every door. But no-one hears my silent plea. I knock and yet remain unseen. For I am dead for I am dead. I need no fruit nor even rice.
I Feel Voxish
A pillbox crisp. . Offer, offer, it was not an unreasonable offer. . A pillbox crisp, that French git. The spikes he left in the bathroom. And I never heard from him again.
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