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Beck |
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Miscellaneous |
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In A Cold Ass Fashion |
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Fly like the eagle |
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Fly like the eagle |
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Fly... |
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Squeegee |
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Ah, you got it |
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When we get down to the shrink-wrap on my grave |
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You know the nitty-gritty never looked so safe |
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You get whipflash under the bridge |
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Like a cold-ass lover with the buckskin |
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Get the squeegee and it's easy to be me |
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Clean my boots and i'm still feelin' homeless |
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Your brother is deader than a phone machine |
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With a bucket of green piss |
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And i'm tryin' not to look at satan making love to a dishrag |
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So load up the gimmick wagon, get out of town |
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Do me a favor -- don't stick around |
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'cause my kneecaps are turnin' slightly brown |
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Let's be doin' it right |
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Comin' down in a cold ass fashion |
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And the people don't breathe |
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Comin' down in a cold ass fashion |
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Steppin' in the beefsteak |
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Comin' down in a cold ass fashion |
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And the mayonnaise comes |
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Comin' down in a cold ass fashion |
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Black twinkie |
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Gettin' all caught up in a taste test |
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An' it all basically tastes like crap |
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I can shake my own hand, give myself a grin |
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I can pick my own nose and put it back in |
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I can squeeze the breeze, drink a bottle of lice |
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Smoke a pack of whiskey with jesus christ |
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I got options, i got cop shows, i get nauseous |
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And the sweat is day-glo |
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Went to sleep, woke up in a coffin |
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Took out my eyeballs an' put 'em in a condom |
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Your daddy's got laxatives on his brain |
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Gettin' sappy in the back of a train |
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Mojo weedwhacker cuttin' yer space |
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Hot dogs rottin' in the bottom of a suitcase |
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And your mouth, it smells like hair gel |
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I love you but you don't know how to spell |
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Where can you duck when they shoot you full of pigeon holes |
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And there ain't nothin' like the real artificial |
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O.g. -- original glue-sniffer |
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Comin' down in a cold ass fashion |
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And the people don't breathe |
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Comin' down in a cold ass fashion |
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As you're biting my sandwich |
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Comin' down in a cold ass fashion |
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Smear me sauce [?] |
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Comin' down in a cold ass fashion |
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[???] donut [?] |
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Uh, wait... |
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Talkin' about a cold ass fashion [x16] |
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[the following four lines are spoken at various times over the |
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Above:] |
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Cold ass fashion, cold ass fashion, squeegee, i just took some acid (?) |
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[backwards:] [???] up your ass |
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[backwards:] [???] hot dog |
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It's like forty pounds of avocado sauce |
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Smeared across your boss |
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You know what i'm sayin'? |
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You dunno when it's comin' |
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You know, it's like forty-five horses |
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Runnin' through the graveyard |
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In yellow panties |
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That is cold fashion |