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You'd think she took me for a ride
she held it all way up inside
she held her breath and turned her face all red
that's how they found her in her bed all dead and this is what I said
She's a mixed up son of a bitch yeah yeah
She's a mixed up son of a bitch yeah yeah
air ball punch line delivered with a twist and
she's a mixed up son of a bitch
you'd think she had me in a cage
like a bird on fire she flew into a rage
her eyes are permanently crossed
once you won her you could swear
she made you feel like you already lost because,
She's a mixed up son of a bitch yeah yeah
She's a mixed up son of a bitch yeah yeah
air ball punch line delivered with a twist and
she's a mixed up son of a bitch
go now go!
desperate living so divine
a sugar cube empire could be all mine
she's stuck in gear its justt too bad its reverse
you say i've seen bad well i've seen worse
see the tv glowing life is walkin by
hear the music flowin life is walking by
see the lovin tree growin life is walking by
an empty boat startsrowing thats when you're knowin
life is walking you by
life is walking you by
i could never tell you thruth about her
cause shes so mixed up i could never tell you thruth about her
cause shes so mixed up i could never tell you thruth about her
cause shes so mixed up
She's a mixed up son of a bitch
she's a mixed up son of a bitch
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Ladybug ladybug poke your head out of the rug
and you come see me and bring your jug
cause when you come see me thats when you get your good love
down below the fuzzy lawn there's some romance going on
you been steppin round with a beetle named john
i can tell case you got your little long dress on
boil weevil linin in the flour cold tuxedo in the shower
gonna cross the room in about an hour
maggot do a dance on the meat when the meat go sour
maggot do a dance on the meat when the meat go sour
common!
centipede centipede hit the disco half past three
gonna crack that spine party in a pine tree
the DJs grooving and you're moving to a broken beat
dragonfly dragonfly stuck at the truck stop you can't fly
you got mud on your wing clouds in the sky
you're pretty and lucky that we did happen by
troglodyte troglodyte didn't make it to the party on a saturday night
well we waited up late and we left on the light
were hopin that you wont keep mopin
but we think you might yea
were hopin that you wont keep mopin
but we think you might
ladybug ladybug poke your head out of the rug
and you come see me and bring your jug
cause when you come see me thats when you get your good love
when you come see me thats when you get your good love
when you come see me thats when you get your good love
when you come see me thats when you get your good love
when you come see me thats when you get your good love
when you come see me thats when you get your good love yea!
good love you are my ladybug now
good love you are my ladybug now
good love you are my ladybug now good love!
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He's the boy with the messy mind
its hard to find the time to clear it
he's the boy with the broken brain
not insane but never happy
sharpen up those fangs
not insane but never happy
shes' got those rock star girlfriend eyes
the kind that fry the back of your skull
shes' the one with the skinny face
shes' got an ace with sleeves stuffed up it
sharpen up those fangs
got an ace with sleeves stuffed up it
and its no surprise no surprise
the fangs aren't sterilized
i'm too weak for curled fingers
too tempting to pass by
no surprise no surprise
the fangs aren't sterilized
i'm too weak for curled fingers
too tempting to pass by
She's the girl with the chocolate heart
she turns up the heat and melts her target
stumbles into a poisonous thing
she feels the sting but it dosent matter
sharpen up those fangs
she feels the sting but it dosent matter
pull the spider out from under your boot
the venomus tooth will make you smile
let it bit cause it so damn cute
let it bite and drain you empty
sharpen up those fangs
let it bite and drain you empty
and its no surprise no surprise
the fangs aren't sterilized
i'm too weak for curled fingers
too tempting to pass by no surprise no surprise
the fangs aren't sterilized
i'm too weak for curled fingers
too tempting to pass by
sharpen up those fangs
sharpen up those fangs
sharpen up those fangs
sharpen up those fangs
sharpen up those fangs
sharpen up those fangs
sharpen up those fangs
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1, 2, 3, 4
You never had rabies
You never gained weight
You never drank poison
You watched what you ate
You never came home with a terrible scar
You never so much as put a scratch on my car
You never got measles
You never got gout
You never got dizzy
And you never fell out
You never suggested we all play charades
You never picked up any live hand granades
You twisted your ankle
I carried you
You got a divorce
So I married you
You fell off a cliff
So I buried you
I wish there were more bad times to see you through
I wish there were more bad times
Wish there were more bad times (x4)
I wish there were more
You never lost contact
You never leaked oil
You never drank cleanser
And you never ate foil
You never got hurt by sticks and stones
You never choked on any big chicken bones
You never got mauled by a mad baboon
You never lost all the air in your balloon
You never got poked in the eye with a spork
You never got sick from all that leftover pork
You twisted your ankle
I carried you
You got a divorce
So I married you
You fell off a cliff
So I buried you
I wish there were more bad times to see you through
I wish there were more bad times
So many things did go wrong
But the list is not long enough
Not enough bad things to fill up a song
Wish there were more bad times (x4)
I'd rather gather your bones
Than mop up this mess
If I scrub us all spotless
I'll wreck our success
I was holding your hand
When it fell on the floor
When you left you broke the knob on the door
I wish there was more
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French girl has a problem
French girl has a problem with the world
She sees it as a black place,
a place that wants to strangle her good time
Don't ever get involved with a french girl
French girl has a reason
French girl has a reason for hurting boyfriend
who is strangling her good time,
in this black world
Don't ever get involved with a french girl(Don't ever get involved with a french girl)
No,
I always fall in love with the french girl(I always fall in love, I always fall)
Hey, hey, hey
She'll make your life miserable
She'll make your life miserable
She'll make your life miserable
French girl pouts and wonders
French girl pouts and wonders about the world
She blames the darkness
for wearing scratchy wool in the sun
French girl spends her free time
French girl spends her free time deep in thought
She worries about what she has to go through
just to get to a place where she's happy
Don't ever get involved with a french girl(Don't ever get involved with a french girl)
No,
I always fall in love with the french girl
(Musical break)
No,
I always fall in love with the french girl x5
No
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Ghosts are everywhere
Flying through the air with the greatest of ease
And landing here and there
Never ever ever missing a beat
As they pound with some bones on a phony chair
Na na na na na
Ghosts are everywhere [x4]
Everywhere
They're in the drain
They're in the sink
They're in between all the thoughts that you think
They're under my shoe
And in garbage sacks
In the middle of a mountain
In space where it's black
And they're everywhere
Wondering free and brushing by me
Late at night at the Store 24
Picking up a box of customized cookies
And disappearing through the door
Na na na na na
Ghosts are everywhere [x4]
Everywhere
Over There
Under There
Everywhere
Over There
Under There
Everywhere
Over There
Under Where?
Everywhere
Ghosts are everywhere
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Bird, you made me walk on dirt
My fin got all hurt
But I didn’t care because I had it in for you
You met me in the mud
We got as close as we could
And that is why I swim and swim down the drain
If I could walk and breathe air
I’d be too scared
I’m back in my pond
And now I feel so…
I’m so low and so high
I swim low and wonder why
Just a fish that wishes he could fly
I’m so low I’m high
I’m high
I’m high
Fish, you made me do the twist
But I almost drowned
The stereo you gave me only made a gurgle sound
When we talk, I blow bubbles
We meet up in puddles
You pour me pond water and I sip it like champagne
I’m pulling out weeds
From my claws and round my feet
I’m back in my tree
And now I feel so…
I’m so low and so high
I fly low and wonder why
Just a bird who wants to learn to swim and dive
I’m so low I’m high
I’m high
I’m high
So low I’m high
So low I’m high
So low I’m high
A fish that can fly
A bird that can dive
I’m so low I’m high
I’m so low, so low that I am high
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