bu-u-u-u-u-u-rn! pop! pop!. bu-u-u-u-u-u-rn! pop! pop!. I reckon I'm a bit too close to this one. I reckon if I touch it might just burn. flesh-heads like me just wax and melt.
insect insect insect insect incest insect incest insect. . Nick The Stripper. a-hideous to the eye. a-hideous to the eye. well he's a fat little insect.
I have a friend in you, oh Mr Clarinet. you make me laugh, and then cry like the song of the clarinet.. marry me, marry me alive O. I put on my coat of trumpets.
Well, I, jump and fled this fuckin' heap on doctored wings. My flailin' pinions, with splints and rags and crutches. (Damn things nearly hardly flap).
now look out. . I took a record of pretty music. I went down and baby you can tell. I took a record of pretty music. now I'm putting it to you straight from hell.
hey-hey-hey-hey. now they put the stink on us. throw us to the sucubus. fed us to the incubus. and brung in the Saprophagus. c'mon and kiss me black. black as the pit in which you found me.
King ink strolls into town. He sniffs around. . King ink kicks off his stink-boot. Sand and soot and dust and dirt and. He's much bigger than you think.
well I love that kewpie doll. well I love that kewpie doll. well I love that kewpie doll. yeah I bought her in a show. I dressed her up in a cheap red cotton dress.
First: i tried to kill it with a hammer. Thought that i could lose. The head. Sure! we've eaten off the silver. (when even food was against us). And then i tried to kill it in the bed.
Kathy's kisses, they fall out of. . her mouth onto the floor, collect dust. . and sweep them under the door. . Related. . 27 Best Ever Songs From Movie Soundtracks.
I am the king, I am the king, I am the king. I am the king, I am the king, I am the king. I am the king, I am the king. . One dead marine through the hatch.
Lisa. Miscellaneous. The Block Party. The Block Party. Lisa. (Supernova). Uh, uh, shake, uh, shake it down now. Uh, uh, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah one time.
it's a very happy day. we are at lots of fun fun fun. and it's ice-cream and jelly. and a punch in the belly. how much can you throw over the walls?. .
worn and gnawn. a little hole. just a small hole. letting in a sick wind. in a small puffs. . yo-ho-hole. yo-ho-hole. through which blow. a small sick wind.
H A M L E T, yeah. Hamlet's fishin' in the grave, fishin' in the grave. Through the custard bones and stuff. He ain't got no friend in there, no he ain't got no friend in there.
Gun wears his alcoholism well. Finger in bottle and swingin' it still. From bed to sink and back again. Clock is crawlin' round the same. He's bustin' clock (he hates its face).
wow! uh oh. . I am a figure of fun. obsessive, dead-pan and moribund. [creantic girl] seasick. I am the figure of fun. . [?] I baked in the sun. I have no luck in love.
on this European night out on the brink. the cafes and the bars still stink. the air is much too thick for seeing. but not thick enough for leaning. I leave in a catatonic crawl.
mmmmmmmmmm.... . the woods eats the woman and dumps her honey-body in the mud. her dress floats down the well and it assumes the shape of the body of a.
The light from the window. Falls on the floor. And after it breaks. I cut my feet. On the little bright pieces. (i glow in the dark). But only when night falls.