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Mit Gas (2003)
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I'll feed you now, whisper low in your ear
The way you look at me when you're hungry
Lay your head down, shoot a load in your ear
The way you look at me when you're hunted
On the slow drip down, from beak to mouth
Spit it up, it'll drown
I need it now

You've got me sick
You lie and feed
I completely need
You know I know you want it
Say you want it, pray you want it
Say
Say it!

You've got me sick
You lie and feed
I completely need
You know I know you want it
Say you want it, pray you want it
Say
Say it!

. . .


You're the only one
I've ever told
That I will rape this day
Got a barking dog
And a smile to tell
And I will hate this day
Sporting the name brands
Clothes make the man
And I will rape this day
Guess a heart won't break
That ain't pumpin' Kool-Aid

I've got a fighting chance
You know you promised me the last dance
A micronaught in time
This fat 24 is all mine
Nothing but moans and blood
And so my blood counts my loss
You cannot eat just one
A diaphragm revelation

Just want to get some disease
And get your stampin' heart the hell outta here
I'm gonna rape this day
I'm gonna rape this day
I'm gonna rape this day

This is the real mouth
Sew it up and fly south
And I will rape this day
I'll blow with you on the ground
Or leave it til the leaves turn bround

And I will pinch and tear
I'll pull and kick you right there
I'll prod and jerk and stretch
Into a pretty bruise, a cat scratch
Put a rake on your neck
But who would cry or complain
Compared to the pain of your sorry white vein

I'm gonna rape this day

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If you wanna bleed, then come along with me
We're only half breeds but we'll be home free
So mark your territory, 'cause it's on

Put your badge on, we're gonna mow 'em down
We've got a feelin', it's even and breathin'
We know how cheap our freedom is

Put on my best white shirt, walkin' down the street like a speed ball
Purrin' like a cat out on early parole
Well I'm taking them on, 'cause it's on

And every power abused, and every item consumed
Now it's on, 'cause it's on
The laws of history never led me on 'cause they're clear
'Cause it's on, and it's on
(It's on)

We are the police and now we're gonna start a riot
(It's on)
Now you'll see just how we're gonna start a riot
We are the police and now we're gonna start a riot

Don't know where to begin, we'll start all over again
And it's on, it's on
And if you think you're free, then you'd better believe
That it's on, and it's on
And we'll drink anything if it burns and it's strong
'Cause it's on, and it's on
And the crop of the cream, ain't gonna fuck with me
'Cause it's on, and it's on
And we ain't gonna propagate for you
'Cause it's on, and it's on
We're gonna quit making money 'til it's taken care of
'Cause it's on, and it's on
(It's on)

We are the police and now we're gonna start a riot
Saw it on TV and now we're gonna start a riot
We are the police and now we're gonna start a riot
Saw it on TV and now we're gonna start a riot

. . .


Kiss kiss, bang bang
Got to have the hanging man
Shock you clean
'Til the penal hits the pentane
Free yourself
Because I could shock you down
You kill yourself please?
Because you're already gone
Now in time it sounds like I am coming
No drone that says I'm already there
I'm standing on the roof of the world

Mayday

You won't be saved
From the builder in the morning sun
You won't be spared
From keeping at your solitaire
Keep all that soul
Put the freedom in past form
The jokes on you
But now you're living in vain
I'm putting in my 2 weeks notice
As of 2 fucking weeks ago
I'm not in your ranking anymore

Mayday

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In the scrotum of your dreams
You turn your first trick for free
Cocktails, catnip and cocaine
I doubt you'll be in the hot rain

Make a thick squeal
When you cop a feel
It rots your gut but that's not enough for you

Induce the red morning sun
I spit on the cock of passion
My heart beating in your head
I leave coke in the front bed

Sweet honeycomb and lockjaw
Sting like a bee and say aah
Two cats that hung each of our lies
Build it cause soon we're more chaste

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Wake up; all the past stops are up now
I see light, must be you
Warm shared light
But it is blue
Light by life
in slow motion
Only shines
Until stars shine
Don't be afraid

What? Are you surprised?
I'm staying alive
I'll spit in your eye; drive a stake in you
Take me away, Take me away
I gave you the world, was all for you
But I'm sick and tired of wasting time
I want mine
Take me away, take me away
I gave you the world, was all for you
Stinking lies, stinking lies, stinking lies

We'll die trying to live so alone
I can wait, and i should
Leave the phone off the hook
Don't be afraid

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Hoy es un día cuando un simple beso
resolvería todo, hacernos olvidar
el rio se ha secado y esto no es un examen
por ese agujero en mi cielo y esto no es un examen
nuestros campos y bosques están en llamas de arrepentimiento
y a nadie has de culpar y esto no es un examen
los volcanes soplan alto y esto no es un examen
tu tierra sudará rencor y esto no es un examen
la marea no latira con vergüenza y arrepentimiento
y a nadie has de culpar y esto no es un examen
es el final...

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One small blind guy
Watches the other...

I'm looking for you
For it stops at you
What you said is the same thing teacher says
Down on the creek bed
In the big water
See me hide the pearls up your dress

Night crawler, midnight caller
Should've been me, baby don't look down
It should've been me
Night crawler, tightrope walker
Should've been me, baby don't look down
It should've been me

One small blind guy
Watches the other...

One for sorrow, two for joy
Three for a girl, four for a boy
Five for silver, six for gold
Seven for a secret never to be told

Night crawler, midnight caller
Should've been me, baby don't look down
It should've been me
Night crawler, tightrope walker
Should've been me, baby don't look down
It should've been me

One star...

Night crawler, midnight caller
Should've been me, baby don't look down
It should've been me
Night crawler, tightrope walker
Should've been me, baby don't look down
It should've been me

One small blind guy
Watches the other...

Hear that sucking sound?
Circus is in town
What's the lips and what you said to me?
I'm the psycho bit
Murder, admit it
The wire went around and down

Down, down, down

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I am the harelip
Give me one more kiss
We'll have a mardi gras on deserted streets
Fingers and forceps
Raw meat and muzak
The bubbles in the wine keep the nerves dead

I was awake all through the surgery
The people dancing, laughing, all for me
You sewed me up but it will never heal
Will I forget then learn to smile some day?

Potbellied sick bed
All scars and sweet breads
A lonely vacation on your own Disney parade
It's all that he has
Clamped up by Walkmans
A midnight waiting room
Hear the distant screams

I was awake all through the surgery
The people dancing, laughing, all for me
You sewed me up but it will never heal
Will I forget then learn to smile some day

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"I don't know how to read notes..."

"The Cars, Herbie Hancock, Bonnie Tyler, Stevie Nicks, Men At Work, ZZ Top, Paul McCartney and Michael Jackson, Weird Al Yankovic, Cyndi Lauper, Pink Floyd, the Pretenders, Billy Joel, Billy Idol, Elton John, Neil Young, Sheena Easton, Patty Smyth & Scandal, Fashion, Big Country, Morris Day & The Time, John Lennon, Apollonia 6, REO Speedwagon, David Gilmour, the Rolling Stones, Pat Benatar, Hall & Oates, Rebbie Jackson, Adam Ant, Bananarama...."

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Basic principles of hand-to-hand combat:
1. Be aggressive
2. Keep your eyes on the opponent
3. Distract the opponent
4. Disable or be disabled

I see what you do I keep on my way through
I'll see what you'll be, what you'll do

5. Vary the attack to fit the situation
6. Turn the defense into an unrelenting attack
7. Feel superior to the opponent, regardless of the latters' size or the evidence of strength

I see what you do I keep on my way through
I'll see what you'll be, what you'll do

You know you will have little time to stop and think,
when engaging in hand-to-hand combat.
Therefore, your actions must be automatic.
Remember, attack aggressively, with one purpose in mind: To kill.

Aktion!

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