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Renaissance Animals
04:11
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I got this friend, he's good with the sticks.
His long hair and blue eyes get him all the chicks.
And then I got this friend, he's strong as an ox.
He'll make ya scream with his guitar and feed ya whiskey on the rocks.
Looky over here. Ya like what ya see?
Good at what we do and we'll do it to you
cause we're the animals. The Renaissance Animals.
I got this friend, he's amazing playing bass.
Ya know what else he is? He's a jack of all trades.
You'll want me as your friend when you see the way I move.
Just gimme that mic and watch the ladies groove.
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2. |
Spider Ambulance
04:55
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100,000 stories.
He tells em all for free.
Them details wrapped up tight.
For me it's too much to believe.
Have a listen to his stories
and I think you will agree.
We got a liar, liar, pants on fire
let's send his burning seat to the sea.
Who you think you're fooling with that farfetched garbage?
Who you tryna impress when you're talking all that mess, boy?
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Los Padres Pelligrosos
02:25
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Burning up blacktop in his '92 Carrera.
Dropping off his 3 boys at the local skatepark.
His king cobra tattoo wasn't meant to scare ya
but if you ain't acting right, that snake will bite.
Boy, ya better say your prayers.
Dangerous Dads.
Danger, danger.
Catch him in a denim jacket at the PTA meeting.
Impressing all the soccer moms, speaking up against the school board.
He's an airplane mechanic and been all around the world
but his favorite place is lounging on the couch with his boys and his punk rock girl.
Dangerous Dads.
Danger, danger.
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Lazered Remains
05:38
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A routine mission,
Sent to rescue the crew from a malfunctioning security brainframe.
Lasers positioned,
and set to fire at will.
Demolishing any organism brave enough to budge.
Communication
Sent thru the radio waves,
Confirming lives were spared but buried under lazered remains.
I'm navigating
My way deep into the brain
Of this shitty space station fucking mistake.
I heard them screaming..
We've been here too long.
Where is our ride home?
Will space consume us?
Is this a final sign off?
My motivation,
Came in the form of a babe,
With a pixie haircut and engineering degree.
Sheer concentration,
I'm tossing plasma grenades
As I pulled Sarah from a pile of lazered remains.
Cries from the captain,
He said screaming we should just go
And leave at the station all alone.
The pressure chamber
Is ready to burst.
So we take my solar surfboard back to Earth.
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Plague Bubonika Maryland
Average height. Dominating prowess. Impressive swing.
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