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White Girl (remix)
Yeah, ay yeah, boi, ah yeah. Ay yeah, boi, ah yeah. Ay yeah, boi, ah yeah, ay yeah, boi. . You know we keep that white girl, Christina Aguilera. My jewelry too loud, baby girl, I can't hear ya.
White Girl
Yeah, ay yeah, boi, ah yeah. Ay yeah, boi, ah yeah. Ay yeah, boi, ah yeah, ay yeah, boi. . You know we keep that white girl, Christina Aguilera. My jewelry too loud, baby girl, I can't hear ya.
Uh, Zoom Zip
Uh, zoom zip and uh, wake up, uh, zoom zip. Uh, zoom zip and uh, wake up, uh, zoom zip. . My eye like a noisegate, the number 8 frustrate. And I roll to the floor fruit to the fruit.
True Dreams Of Wichita
Signal got lost to the satellite. Got lost in the, ride up to the. Plunge down. Man sends the ray of the electric light. Sends the impulse through the air.
Supra Genius
Something I can't comprehend. Something so complex and couched in its equation. So dense that light cannot escape from. . In the dark your brain glows.
Sugar Free Jazz
Normalize the signal when you're banging on freon. Paleolithic eon. Put the fake goatee on. And it booms as cool as. Sugar free jazz. . Schools he bombs, he bombs.
Screenwriter's Blues
Exits to freeways twisted like knots on the fingers. Jewels cleaving skin between breasts. Your Cadillac breathes four hundred horses over blue lines.
Murder Of Lawyers
(note: these are not the lyrics of the recorded version, but of an ealier version the band once performed live. I do not have the lyrics to the recorded version).
Mr. Bitterness
There is a bar they call The Bitter Sea. And she sits and drinks a velvet crush--that's. Kool Aid and gin--casing the clientele. Like a relentless cameraman. She is.
Moon Sammy
Moon Sammy walks across the floor. Below the floor, there is a wall. Behind the wall, there is a chair. Moon Sammy knows, the chair is there. . But that's okay, that's okay, you can do that.
Is Chicago, Is Not Chicago
A man drives a plane. Into the Chrysler building. A man drives a plane. Into the Chrysler building. . Saskatoon is in the room. Poulsbo is in the room.
City Of Motors
Three times dark, first in the mind. Second on Java Street, the dead car there. The hood blown out with a BB gun. Manuela said she saw the brakes fail.
Casiotone Nation
The five percent nation of corduroy. The five percent nation of Marlboro. The five percent nation of pay-per-view. The five percent nation of nipple clamps.
Bus To Beelzebub
Get on to the bus. That's gonna take you back to Beelzebub. Get on to the bus. That's gonna make you stop going rub a dub. . Your words burn the air. Like the names of candy bars.
Buddha Rhubarb Butter
As for my single self, I had as life not be as live. To be in awe of such a thing as I myself. . As for my own concern I had as think to think. As keep on thinking not so hard as for the brain to burn.
Blue Eyed Devil
Blue eyed devil. Blue eyed devil. . Born to be a God among salesmen. Working the skinny tie. Slugging down fruit juice. Extra tall extra wide. . Blue eyed devil.
$300
Lifting me up. Lifting me up. Lifting me up. . Lifting me up like a garage door. I need to feel it when the drug starts coming on. I know you Lord are a jealous Lord.
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