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Monster Magnet
Monster Magnet


Background information
Origin New Jersey, United States
Genre(s) Heavy Metal
Stoner Rock
Hard Rock
Psychedelic Rock
Space Rock
Years active 1989—present
Label(s) A&M Records
Napalm Records
SPV GmbH
Website Website
Members
Dave Wyndorf
Garrett Sweeny
Phil Caivano
Jim Baglino
Bob Pantella
Former members
Ed Mundell
Joe Calandra
Jon Kleiman
Michael Wildwood
John McBain
Tim Cronin
Tom Diello



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Monster Magnet Album


Spine Of God (1992)
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Sin's A Good Man's Brother
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Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Yeah
Your feet, the hamster wheel, run like hell, go like hell
Yeah
So scream as loud as you can, I'm not here, man I'm gone
Well i stand on the mountains of Mars, sparking up, man I'm gone!
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Yeah

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Place the stones in a circle of twelve
Give my night to brother of the bell
Rise from the light
That swallows me whole
Dig yourself
Dig yourself
Sun comes up
One great day
Foil of the cobra
Dries the sweat off my face
Righteous meek
Righteous brown
Yeah
Dig yourself, baby
Dig yourself, baby
Down that medicine now
Yeah baby
Down that medicine now
My my my baby
Down that medicine now
Yeah baby
Down that medicine now
Yeah baby
Bloods' got soul
Invade the town
Your loves got lazy
Took the world from behind
Life is sweet
As sweet as hell
Dig yourself, baby
Dig yourself, baby
Alright
Down that medicine now
Yeah baby
Down that medicine now
My my my baby
Down that medicine now
Yeah baby
Down that medicine now
oh, baby
Make no mistake
Your violation will be televised
Muds got soul
Muds got soul
Muds got soul

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Bought another copy of fragile
Seeds were bustin' up the spine
I think I cracked my skull doin' airplanes
Not too many but it's just fine
Pussy scratching sniff in a playboy
Christ i'm a good looking man
Fifteen miles to cop on a stingrays
Boys will gonna ride tonight
Goofball's in the 70's nipples
Gotta get our heads just right
Sit me on the lap of the god's babe
Cover me with skin and hair
Bought another copy of zoso
Seeds were bustin' up the spine
I think i wet my pants doin' whiphits
Not too many but it's just fine
Sit me on the lap of the god's babe
Cover me with skin and hair
Ride a number one on the home train
Screw you if you think i can't ......... smoke

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Oil of love, swimming in a zodiac
Lion's den, pig juice, crown on the dingo king
I got a line to the stars, i got wire to my self
I'm gonna use all you pigs for something else
Yeah
Suffi's in the penthouse nailed to a wall of flesh
Yeah, superjudge rolls up on every pussy-fool in town
I got meat in my hands, I got an eight in my head
I'm gonna bleed on this town until it's red
Oil of love, swimming in a zodiac
Lion's den, pig juice, crown on a dingo king
I got a line to the stars, I got a wire to myself
I'm gonna use all you pigs for something else
Yo man, what you need ?
Nickle bag, fuck that I don't work that small
Yo how about an eight ?

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The shape of a zodiac lung
Is beckoning like a bad christ
It hovers above your head
It's pulling the world over my life
If you don't hear a word I'm saying
You can't cover it with your hair
You can't hide it in your army coat
You've got the miltown demon stare
You forgot all the letters that you wrote
You can't hear a word I'm saying
No you can't hear a thing at all
When I die, it'll be because of you
There I'll lie and it'll all point to you
It's fuck ups like you that always seem to take it all
It's fuck ups like you that never seem to go away
The shape of the zodiac lung
Is like the shape of the back of my hand
And I'll knock you across this room
And I'll bury my head in the sand
You won't feel my love type baby
No you won't feel a thing at all
When I die it'll be because of you
There i'll lie and it'll all point to you
It's fuck ups like you that always seem to get it all
It's fuck ups like you that never seem to die
I don't know why

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I just had to get nice last night
My mind is so free
You wouldn't believe
You wouldn't believe
I just had to gas a pig last night
My world is so full
You wouldn't believe
Nature's got a way, brothers
of scraping the bowl
eye of the hurricane
I sold a hundred hits to a hundred heads
that will never come back
You know what i mean
Peace is what you get from the Chemical King
yeah, yeah
You don't yank on the Spine of God
You get what you give, you know what I mean
Don't be suprised there's a bug in your eye
There ain't no pioneers
I just snort what i like
from what's already there
See Aggie, she's just a whitered old hag now
Unreachable, unfuckable
So ride me, baby, in my bed of sweat and truth
and babble and groan words of praise and love
and fry like a pig
in the hart of the sun
I sold a hundred hits to a hundred heads
that will never come back
You know what i mean
Peace is what you get from the Chemical King
Yeah, yeah
You don't yank on the Spine of God
You get what you give, you know what I mean
Don't be suprised there's a bug in your eye
Why don't you see it for what it is, a fuckin' freakshow
If you will take a lot it will kill you
The Center of the Universe
The Center of the Universe
I love everyone
I love everyone
Yeah everyone
I love everyone
I love everyone

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Earspot in a cornfield
We got a girl in an army coat
Pull up the Gran Turino
And play some music for the holy ghost
Go go go
Yeah baby smoke them bones
Praise me the Bullgod
She got fleas stuck all over her skin
Take a dive in the nose bleed
And let the snake dance begin
She licked a sheet of water
Now she's breathing through her teeth
Hissing like a snake with tits and
Squirming up to me
Go go go
Yeah baby smoke them bones
Go go go
I'm so fucking stoned
If Satan lived in Heaven he'd be me
And acid dirty doves and stupid sheep
That bone did triple I can make you see
Rub that naked belly up to me
Go go go
Yeah baby smoke them bones
Go go go
I'm so fucking stoned
If Satan lived in Heaven he'd be me
And acid dirty doves and stupid sheep
That bone did triple, I can make you see
Rub that naked belly up to me
Up to me yeah
Up to me
Up to me, yeah
Up to me

. . .

Sin's A Good Man's Brother

[No lyrics]

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I'm up to my brain in the mire of an ancient swamp
Pteranadon smiles at me and flies up to god
baby let me drink deep from your globes of reality
Writhe your naked ass to the mindless groove
Baby give your tongue a taste and follow me up to my room
the Bullgod has your head, and baby that's just fine
now it is time, we became the mighty cell
wrap those hungry jacks to the mindless groove
They say we've got a lifetime, but we know that ain't true
I will not be denied, I will not be denied
Baby, the faster you gyrate the faster we'll be there
Arms up overhead, a goddess in the ancient song
work that mighty world to the mindless groove
They say we've got a lifetime, but we know that ain't true
I will not be denied, I will not be denied
They say we've got a lifetime, but whe know that ain't true
I will not be denied, I will not be denied

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