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S.N.A.X
03:12
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I am a fancy boy with my plate piled high
I have the power to devour everything that I spy
I return to form when it's my turn to eat
I'm raving with my cravings and I keep the receipts
And I say oh, ho, here I go
I'm snacking and attacking with a hero flow
I'm physical, I'm lyrical
I've got a meal to go, it's good you know
Imperial, ministerial
It's no no no to a finished show
I like protein, carotene, vegetables
It's all so good to go, oh ho ho ho!
I don't know, I don't know, I don't know
Where it goes
I don't know, I don't know, i don't know
Where it goes
I don't know
I am a fancy boy accumulating the goods
I wine, dine, and recline with a selection of foods
I return to the table for the second round
When snacks are concerned, I am wearing the crown
And I say hell yeah, hell yeah
It's a helter skelter funfair
Out of kilter bed hair, it's a hard stare for the car share
On my card, yeah, fond regard care
Grab one then grab a pair
I go 1 then 2 then 3 then 4
I don't know where it goes oh no no no
I don't know, I don't know, I don't know
Where it goes
I don't know, I don't know, i don't know
Where it goes
I don't know
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2. |
Nasty Pharma
04:03
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I've got a long way to get home
(It's in the headlines now, it's in the bloodstream now)
Not gonna sit here bitch and moan
(It's in the headlines now, it's in the bloodstream now)
Say have I met you here before
(It's in the headlines now, it's in the bloodstream now)
Are you the reason my head's sore?
(It's a best-seller now, a poison paradigm)
1, 2, 3, 4
Free from seconds, redefine your power
1, 2, 3, 4
Break the yoke and plough, design your power
Eye of newt and oil of krill
(Austerity, prosperity)
Your magic spell a bitter pill
(Austerity, prosperity)
I tell you things I wish I told myself
(Austerity, prosperity)
It deepens like a coastal shelf
(You give an inch and they’ll take a mile)
1, 2, 3, 4
Free from seconds, redefine your power
1, 2, 3, 4
Break the yoke and plough, design your power
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3. |
Le Singe
05:03
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I cover my eyes with my hands
Ill omens, birds in flight
I cover my ears with my hands
Your hands washing over me
I have a firm grip on everything
They pick at bones in the fore
I can turn around anything
White surf, beckoning
Oh man, that sea is coming in!
The sea is coming in! The sea is coming in again!
Oh man, that sea is coming in!
The sea is coming in again, again, again
I sing a song of nonsense
Flightless balls of feathery fur
Take solace in my ignorance
Defend the ways of men to birds
Oh man, that sea is coming in!
The sea is coming in! The sea is coming in again!
Oh man, that sea is coming in!
The sea is coming in again, again, again, again
Ba da da, ba da da, ba da da, ba da da
Ba da da, ba da da, ba da da, ba da da
Le singe, le singe, le chanson du singe
Le singe, le singe, le chanson du singe
I draw a line in the sand
Disappear like a mirage
I have the waves at my command
Winged deities in homage
Oh man, that sea is coming in!
The sea is coming in! The sea is coming in again!
Oh man, that sea is coming in!
The sea is coming in again, again, again, again
Ba da da, ba da da, ba da da, ba da da
Ba da da, ba da da, ba da da, ba da da
Le singe, le singe, le chanson du singe
Le singe, le singe, le chanson du singe
Ba da da, ba da da, ba da da, ba da da
Ba da da, ba da da, ba da da, ba da da
Le singe, le singe, le chanson du singe
Le singe, le singe, le chanson du singe
Le chanson du singe!
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Detritus
04:40
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What are you tea?
I am not pleased, you make me wheeze
Just dusty leaves
I'm not obsessed, your murky depths
Stained mugs, once clean will soon reveal
Some dregs, some leaves unfold
What's left, a future to be told? Some grimy scum
Detiritus of the day, long since drunk.
Some hot brown leaves
You represent
Those things unsaid, those stupid thoughts
And every time
I turned you down, I saw those frowns
Stained mugs, once clean will soon reveal
Some dregs, some leaves unfold
What's left, a future to be told? Some grimy scum.
Detiritus of the day, long since drunk.
Some hot brown leaves.
What's left, a future to be told? Some grimy scum
Detiritus of the day, long since drunk.
Some hot brown leaves.
Detiritus of the day, long since drunk.
Some hot brown leaves.
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