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Veruca Salt Album


American Thighs (10/25/1994)
10/25/1994
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I'm spinning out, I can't control my car.
It doesn't matter who you think you might be you are.
I misplace it and I don't know where it's at,
And I could find it but I'd never get it back...

Don't get it back,
Don't get it back
The more you want it, the less you're gonna get back.

I'm running out, I don't know when to stop.
I thought I'd wait till I saw the penny drop.
It started raining, pennies falling in my lap.
And I could spend it, but I'd never get it back.

Don't get it back
Don't get it back
The more you want it, the less you're gonna get back.

Don't get it back
Don't get it back
The more you want it, the less you're gonna get it back. X3
I'm spinning out, I can't control my car.

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Yeah
So sorry, lady,
So sorry now,
I've killed your baby,
I don't know how.

So sorry, so sorry now,
So sorry, so sorry now.

You-so sorry mister. (oh-oh, oh-oh)
But don't look now (oh-oh)
I've got your sister (oh-oh)
I shot her down.

So sorry, so sorry now,
So sorry, so sorry now.

'Cos I'm a bad man, I do what I can.
I'm a bad man, I do what I can
I'm a bad man, I do what I can
All hail me.

So sorry mother
I've let you down
I'm soaked in blood here
I can't get out.

So sorry, so sorry now X3
'Cos I'm a bad man, I do what I can.
I'm a bad man, I do what I can.
I'm a bad man, I do what I can.
All hail me.

Ha, ha, ha, all hail me.
(oh, I'm melting)
(melt your baby)
(that did not hurt so bad...)

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Ow!
Seether is neither loose nor tight,
Seether is neither black nor white.
I tried to keep her on a short leash,
I tried to calm her down.
I tried to ram her into the ground, yeah.

Can't fight the seether X3
I can't see her 'till I'm foaming at the mouth.

Seether is neither big nor small.
Seether is the center of it all.
I tried to rock her in my cradle,
I tried to knock her out,
I tried to cram her back in my mouth, yeah.

Can't fight the seether ( Seether ) X3
I can't see her 'till I'm foaming at the mouth.

Keep her down, boiling water,
Keep her down, what a lovely daughter.
Oh, she is not born like other girls,
But I know how to conceive her.
Oh, she may not look like other girls,
But she's a snarl-toothed seether, seether!

Can't fight the seether ( Seether ) X3
I can't see her 'till I'm foaming at the mouth.
Seether
Can't fight the seether ( Seether ) X3
I can't see her 'till I'm foaming at the mouth.
Yeah.

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You're so nice, you tie me in a web,
And cradle me 'till dawn.
You're so deadly that I can see your breath
Beneath me when you're gone.
You're so windy, I'd like to pin you down
And tack you to the wall,
Spiderman, Spiderman.
Spider Sunday, you blaze up from the south
With oil on your hands.
I'm streaked in grease and grime and idle mouths.
You've spoiled all my plans,
Whoa, ho-oh
Spiderman, Spiderman, Spiderman.
I can't take more of that X4
Whoa, ho-oh, Whoa, ho-oh. Whoa, ho-oh. Ho-oh. X3
Tiny truckstop, you lay me in a towel,
And savor me like a lamb.
You smell of corduroy and lemon drops
And reds pulled from a can.
I dream in black and white,
I've long forgot exactly, who I am, am,
A Spiderman, Spiderman, Spiderman, Oh man, Spiderman.
Whoa, ho-oh, Whoa, ho-oh. Whoa, ho-ho. Ho-oh. Spiderman.
Whoa, ho-oh, Whoa, ho-oh. Whoa, ho-oh. Ho-oh. Spiderman.
Whoa, ho-oh, Whoa, ho-oh. Whoa, ho-oh. Ho-oh. Spiderman.

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Yellow baby,
A yellow baby is a bad sign.
But I don't mind, I don't mind,
Ohhh, Forsythia.

Spider monkey,
A spider monkey is a good lie.
But I don't know why,
Ohhh, Forsythia, oh-ohhh.

I don't mind sitting in the way way back.
I don't mind, lying to my friends.

One thing about Forsythia,
She comes around and I get lost
Against her yellow, I'm no longer me.

Yellow daisy, a dandelion or a pussy willow,
It's a different thing.
Oh-oh, Forsythia. Forsythia. Forsythia.
One thing about Forsythia,
She comes around and I get lost
Against her yellow I'm no longer me.
One thing about Forsythia
There's one thing about Forsythia

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That was a time for falling,
I knew you well.
There was no time for calling,
Me when you fell.
This is a time to take cover ,
In a wishing well.
Summer was blowing all over me when you fell,
Sailors can take all the breathing
Out of the sail,
I took a trip when you needed me.

When you fell,
Waters were driving me
To a deep place
I close my eyes to see,
Your sweet face,
A coke can beside me,
I slept in hell.

Angels can be so deceiving
When they love you well,
Did you think you would be leaving me
These are some lavender flowers
In a broken shell
They comfort me ever since the day when you fell.

When you fell,
Waters were dancing me
In a dark place,
I close my eyes to see
Your determined face,
My secret inside me
I slept in hell.

This is a time for believing
In fairy tales,
One in which you are brought back to me.
Wolf, I cried wolf.
Wolf, I cried wolf.
Wolf, I cried wolf.

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I wear my patent leather shoes,
And my golden fleeces,
A feather in my hair for you,
And then I fall to pieces.

At your celebration (oh-oh, oh-oh)
Celebration (Oh-oh, Oh-oh) X2
Celebrate you.

We're quiet as two mannequins
Feasting on silences.
We wait for Christmas to begin
To see the cracking faces.
I tip my glass a toast to you,
The blood spills on the carpet.

At your celebration (oh-oh, oh-oh)
Celebration (Oh-oh, Oh-oh) ( X2 )
Celebrate you.

And in the dream you held a gun,
You killed off all who hurt you,
And left me there the only one
Who would not dare desert you.
I'm safe here growing in the shade,
Away from all the brightness.
I lost my innocence today
When I learned how to write this.

Tonight my nightgown is in knots.
I toss and turn in your honor.
I'll never know just what I've got
As long as you're my father.
And I'll keep searching here for you,
I'll clean out every corner.
It's not my fault.
It's not my fault. (celebrate you) X3
It's not my fault.

. . .



Twice bitten, twice baked.
Twice led down the same mistake.
Try me on a saturday, try me, try me.

Fine fool for a holiday.
Slow sun in a spanish way
One heart for one week of may, why me?, why me

Twice given to yesterday
Right for a foray with fate.
Fly me home to heaven's gate, fly me, fly me, fly

Twice bitten, twice baked.
Twice led down the same mistake.
Try me on a saturday, try me, try me.
Try me, try me.

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Be my blind
Be it all the time
Be it night or day
Take my sun away, away

Levolor, which of us is blind
Levolor, left me in the dark
Levolor, I can't see a thing but you
Is it morning

Blind me please
I am on my hands and knees
I can only pray
Take my sun away, away

Levolor, which of us is blind
Levolor, left me in the dark
Levolor, I can't see a thing but you
Is it morning

It is time
It is time (oh-oh)
Levolor, which of us is blind
Levolor, left me in the dark
Levolor, I can't see a thing but you
Is it morning
Levolor, which of us is blind
Levolor, left me in the dark
Levolor, I can't see a thing but you
Is it morning
Levolor, Levolor, Levolor, Levolor...

. . .



You're so wonderful, I adore you,
I adore you, I adore you, Victrola.

You're so audio, don't remove me,
To a movie, I am grooving, Victrola.

Ahhh... Happy New Year
Ahhh... Happy New Year
Ahhh... Happy New Year
Ahhh... , Ahhh... , Ahhh...
Ahhh... Happy New Year , Ahhh...

You're my winter love,
I can lie here
With you so near ,
We both live here
Happy New Year,
You're my sweet dear
Victrola Victrola-ahhh-ahhh.

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Flying, when all I want to do is die
Feels like your, flyin'
Oh God, I wish that I could, fly
You want to lift me up
But you don't know, and you don't see,
I'm stuck in my ways, stuck in my ways, oh.

Breathing, when all I want to do is drown.
You keep on breathing and I keep on sinking down, oh, oh.
You want to lift me up,
But you don't know, and you don't see,
I'm stuck in my ways, stuck in my ways
I'm stuck in my ways, oh.

You want to lift me up,
But you don't know, and you don't see,
I'm stuck in my ways, stuck in my ways
I'm stuck in my ways,
I'm stuck in my ways, oh.

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This is my favorite disease,
I am sleeping in his dreams
And the TV is on ,
It is seeping into me,
It is guiding my dreams,
It is only three
So it's jeopardy
You can go and burst my tiny bubble
Blow me off without a care
But I am sleeping where I want to.

This is my favorite time
I can sleep until the phone rings
And I doubt that it will.
You can go and burst my tiny bubble
Blow me off without a care
But I am sleeping where I want to.

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