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I aint quite right |
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gonna bury me at night |
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I was never very bright but this I know |
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its a mighty plan |
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way to stick it to the man |
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in this tragic little span |
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you cant say no |
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see the whole dam' street |
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start to give in to the meat |
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watch 'em underneath the sheets |
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they're all aglow |
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We're action packed try and catch us in the act |
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some distortion to the facts |
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(the strain dont show) |
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running with themothmen mothmen mothmen |
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running with the mothmen (half-incinerated) |
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running with themothmen mothmen mothmen |
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running with the mothmen (over stimulated) |
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come feel the fear with the liquid engineer |
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if he's all that he appears |
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why not say so? |
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quite precise |
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that unnatural device |
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was a so much nicer way to go |
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'do what the voices say |
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down where the light dont shine |
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mad as a bag of cats |
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down where the dogs wont stray' |
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the truth we can reveal |
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has a very wide appeal |
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like a human conger eel |
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that don't let go |
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tried to colonise the place |
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with marzipan and mace |
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we will get right into your face |
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but it's all show |
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the Gaderine swine are favourites of mine |
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you gotta recognize the signs |
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and just say no |
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I dont know how |
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it's contaminated now |
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its an aspect of the Tao |
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for all I know |
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you gotta shed that dread |
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as the Revelator said |
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you're a long time dead |
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and he should know |
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'do what the voices say |
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down where the light dont shine |
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mad as a bag of cats |
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down where the dogs wont stray' |
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running with themothmen mothmen mothmen |
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running with the mothmen (half-incinerated) |
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running with themothmen mothmen mothmen |
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running with the mothmen (over stimulated) |