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Title TK (05/20/2002)
05/20/2002
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Round up, holler girl. Ah, I will sing.
Title TK, if I don't black out.

Dumb made for fucking and missing from the party.
That boy spun out.
Hold what you've got.

While Xenia twists up the sky,
Akron flakes out.
Grindcore, little fury,
I feel hot tire.
Why is it floating in my beer?
Hold what you've got.

My big drum on your big face,
The one-eyed jazz as hickeys fade.

Round up, holler girl..
We'll all need bigger uniforms.
It's been a few days
And I know I will have spun out.
Hold what you've got.

My big drum on your big face,
The one-eyed jazz as hickeys fade.
Grindcore, little fury, if I don't black out.

Hold what you've got


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Victory's a blue and bruisin' voice.
I'm leaking pure white noise.
Mercy here gets meaner overnight.
It's Jersey sheer, it's outta sight.
Misery's fun, I'm kissing everyone.
I gotta hold my tongue


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I've laid this island sun a thousand times.
I'm on it, but I'm going strange.
This island's chills and shell cover me
With winded rock
And skies I've yet to see.
I tried!
I even sent in friends.
They did it as a favor 'cause I'm not that way.
I am the autumn in the scarlet.
I am the make-up on your eyes.

I land to sail, island said.
Yeah, we're movin'. Yeah, we're movin'.
This island's sun I've laid a thousand times.
Fortune me, fortune me of all my mistakes.
I think I lent you late.

But I've never seen a starlet or a riot or the violence of you.

I land to sail, island said.
Yeah, we're movin'


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Ripped off, you smoked the Bible.
Rolled it up, your last breath hot on my back.
You get me started, try to get somewhere
You move so slow, you're not even here.

Dear traveller,
It's my death, my rhythm, my arithmetic.
I got used to nobody riding in the back.

Sorrow blowin' through the vents,
I'm over Houston.
You're over the night we met.

Dear traveller,
The she scared electricity
Where no human carries a map.
You say you gotta burn to shine,
But every prism unwinds.
A road to ruin and this ticket's mine.

Dear traveller


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I took off!

When will will make no way steal it,
Like I found speed on the mic.
I can't shut up.

We're street illegal.
Red hot in ports, swinger.

The thoughts of scene a crime,
Steal and all race out of my mind.
I give up!

We reckless op'ed and in a hot import,
Now words I'll always say.
Since I found speed on the mic, I can't shut up.

To girls that love to haunt, the U.S is made
To streak her letterman back and forth


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I got an empty case of wip-its
No more time on the meter.

Daybreak, about face, I think I'm comin'
Cross another county line
Are we there?
Convertible cooking with nitrous,
Crackin' in the air.
I am the sign of Go.

While last nights stars were high,
Now they're popping in the sky.
And the band is jammin' in.

Daybreak, I don't like it.
Better tonight, better for you.

Buzzing with flourescence,
I don't know what it wants from me.
If I find the door,
I am the son of Go.

And the band is movin' in.
That's what you get.
That's what you get
When there's no time left on the meter.

You get an empty case of wip-its
And a boyfriend with a beeper


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Better I
Better I stayed up
Better mono
Put on A side


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Say you're one man's taste
"Want what?" Fall and break
We've seen the dream, folks, in our day
What? Fought The Father the Pope
Finally sent away

Warden, lock it
Free love's fought our battles thru the day
We were full on idle,
A lot of them say,
"Obey your colorist,
Bleach it all away

Free reign, good rest
Break, every brunette in the way
When we're full on idle,
A lot of them say,
"Obey your violence"
Well, It's kinda late

Say you're one man's date
LyricsWant WHAT? fall and break
We were full on idle,
A lot of them say,
"Obey your violence,

Look close
Hate
Tide all white
Row on the glass surf
He pulled the paddle
Okay with me
In silence
What I'd like to do
With your violin
And it's bow


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No one break for me,
I just go life.
I'm in beer class every Thursday night.

I was choppered out of sea life,
Bad advice filled the air.
Valour, ready, right?
Go on, get the mayor.

Jumped tank and leavin' broth of thieves.
Has anyone seen the iguana?

No one broke for me,
I just o life.
I'm in cedars every single night.

Swarmed and choppered out of sea life,
Bad advice fills the air.
Has anyone seen the iguana?


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Life forced to drive us,
Spent the whole trip
Tryin' to go my way.

Pity for me, tattoo a wow.
What a mile!
Where are tonight's crimes going?

Innocent, I caught a lawman's daughter
Who tried turnin' it up to unwind.

Between the soles, under the stories,
Waiting below - a star-hit clock.

If I
Offer to drive,
Just know where your lifeline's going


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Instrumental


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Na na na na na na
Ta ah ah ah ah
Ah-ah ah-ah ah-ah
Da da da da da da
Dada dada da

Toil toil toil til I get sick
I try reverse, but I'm not that quick.
Chained to the ground, no flyin' for you.
If you want it bad, you gotta steal your own fuel.
Torn, toiled, and troubled.

Da da da da da da
Da da da ah ah
Ah ah
Ah ah
Da da da da da da da da
Da ah da da da!

Toil toil toil til I get sick
I try reverse, but I'm not that quick.
Chained to the ground, no flyin' for you.
If you want it bad, you gotta steal your own fuel.
Torn, toiled, and troubled


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