The Birthday Party Artist
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turn to my eyes so I may still you snatching such a vision burns a shape into me yet another hole, yet another ... |
on this European night out on the brink the cafes and the bars still stink the air is much too thick for seeing ... |
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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 ... |
well ah jumpt! and fled this fucken heap on doctored wings mah flailin pinions, with splints and rags and crutches! ... |
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this is true oh! this is true it's true mister forever said nothing said I can sing hit it! make it a dead one ... |
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I am the King. I am the King. I am the King. one dead marine through the hatch scratch and scrape this heavenly ... |
truck love! right here! truck love! right now! bewitched by pure power. that's truck love! in the gully of your ... |
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H! A! M! L! E! T! Yeah... Hamlet's fishing in the grave a-fishing in the grave thru the custard bones and stuff ... |
hey hey I am the stow-a-way hey hey I am the stow-a-way my girl turned as blue as an iceberg do and me I'm totally ... |
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I stuck a six-inch gold blade in the head of a girl she: lying through her teeth, him: on his back hands off this ... |
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 ... |
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what has not got my heart in it shall we be dubbed sir names wither million blither tongues mounting bristling ... |
I, cigarette fingers puff and poke puff and poking the smoke touches the ground you, your lungs and your wrists ... |
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it's a wild world it's a wild world hey! it's a wild world hey! hold me up baby for I may fall hold my dish-rag ... |
Dead Joe Joe... Joe Joe oh-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho Dead Joe oh-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho Dead Joe welcome ... |
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King Ink strolls into town he sniffs around King Ink kicks off his stink-boot sand and soot and dust and dirt ... |
they're working us like dogs around here 'cause pleasure is the boss and I'm the happiest slave alive around here ... |
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Zoo-Music Girl, Zoo-Music Girl (x4) Our life together is a hollow tooth spit out the shells, spit out the shells ... |
this time it's the truth this time nothings gonna fall on through these books are broken up Blast off! wham! bam! ... |
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