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Safe Ghost
04:46
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Look: I found a quake that really shook,
A recipe you wouldn't cook,
And now it's time the world took notice of this fucking disgrace!
So put your fanny in my face,
I like to eat your satin lace,
So let's get outta the gym, chances are slim but we'll try anyway
This motion will lie to you,
They carry the words to sweeten lies
There seems to be a haunting in my mind...
The ghosts of the past help me rewind;
There's so many things to do,
But all things can rot inside a mine
This ghost he wants your hole, you better protect your soul...
Tight: too many puppies in a fight,
A lady-pussy takes delight,
Because tonight's the night for her to pick and choose.
Another jockey on the cruise, a penny when he plays the blues,
For all the guys who missed the race by.....
And when we die, where do we go from here?
Nobody knows. And I don't care what happens to me,
As long as she is there.
Did you know there's no place to go, here's the ghost, the fucking ghost.
It's a path you can't control....
I feel you near... this ghost won't go away.... haunting my dreams,
We're never alone, the ghosts are here to stay, reigning supreme
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Om Saranam Gacchami
04:15
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Sunday Marmalade
03:13
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Es Geht Mir Gut
03:14
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My Pledge
04:05
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Jaya Gopal
07:36
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Hot Spring Party!
05:18
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Ich kann diese Stadt nicht leiden,
Ihr könnt mich alle mal.
Leider lass ich mir das nicht gefallen,
Diese Tolleranz ist reine Qual.
Die Veganer schmeissen die Fenster vom Metzger im Bauernhof.
Er versteht die Welt nicht mehr, Konkurrenz mit Qinoa-flair,
'Was zum Teufel mach ich blos?'
Summertime is one that I'll miss...
Jeder Mensch der mir begegnet kann ich sofort nicht ausstehen.
Die Leute sagen, hey, dass liegt doch an dir!
Doch auch das wird vergehen.
Uberall rechts-radikale Patrioten, und dazwischen angepisste Links-Idioten;
Gibt es überhaupt noch jemand der für sich denkt
Und nicht vergessen hat wie man sein Schiff lenkt?
Blinded by passion, in hindsight all seems right,
Your feigned compassion left your wisdom far behind;
This operator is the one who left you sick...
Oh no! So many people on the subway, although this town don't have a subway,
It seems as though it actually did...
Look here: you're not the owner of my rental,
You're just the scrubber of my mantel,
So hurry up.
This sex electric, like lightning through the plug:
Head under feet you fall, short circuit pulls the rug.
This magic that is cloaked within our deepest fear,
Freie Liebe gilt auch als Neugier.
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Come inside and we'll have coffee and cake,
But don't take your shoes off!
Stinky meat, she needs a bath, or shower, pedicure, perfume.
I'm knockin' the bate, the vegan bacon is fake,
And I will never debate having that fake shit, think:
This household is sacred and pure motherfucker!
The gals ain't takin' their shoes off if their feet stink.
Let's be reminded of summertime!
When the yard was green and the sparrow did chime.
I'll invite you in but you must not sit on my bench,
cos the way you do it makes my ass clench....tightly.
I used to be a mucka, deliverin' Coolerators,
But now I'm just a trucker, a sack o' ol' potatoes.
She said I'll see ya later,
I don't want nothin to do with sack o' ol' potato.
So bring the percolator and stop the masturbator,
We got coffee for the haters!
Yeah!
Scktbam, scktbambom bom, ah-au!
It's the word on the street!
A woman so pure, new manicure, perfume like a cow....
She just got stinky feet.
Wunderbar, es geht mir gut, so ein Paar vertreibt Tollwut.
(Incredible but it's true, I'll deliver them all to you,
I'm a top-of-the-range crystal-meth kangaroo).
Let's be reminded, yeah /
I used to be a mucka, deliverin' Coolerators,
But now I'm just a trucker, a sack o' ol' potatoes.
She said I'll see ya later,
I don't want nothin to do with sack o' ol' potato.
So bring the percolator and stop the masturbator,
We got coffee for the haters!
Balls to the wall man, balls to the fuckin' wall!
Scktbam, scktbambom bom, ah-au!
It's the word on the street!
A woman so pure, new manicure, perfume like a cow....
She just got stinky feet.
She just got stinky, stinky, stinky,
She just got stinky feet!
Stinky feet, ouh! Stinky feet, ouh!
Stinky stinky stinky stinky feet
Ouh! Perfume like a cow, sooooo serious!
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No Laughing Matter
03:58
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Au! Matilda
04:44
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Skirt Brighton, UK
Skirt hail from Brighton, UK and are composed of a Swede, a Dane, an American and a Czech. They tend to stay in a large bedroom studio whence from they produce some of the world's finest surfadelic grunge-pop postcore metal
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