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Conscious Consumer (1995)
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Pack it up cigarettes on the counter.carrying the governer of california
And still they want the money , still they want the tax
Still they want the money still they want the tax

Why not take paper courancy and lighten up and lower the contents
And the p-p-puff
Then you could keep the money you could keep the tax.
You could keep the money you could keep the tax

Fields raisen, growin tobacco
Could be used to feed a third world country.
This is the age of democracy
Everybody's saying : vote for me...vote for me
Blind leader leading the blind
The cheaters and the cheaters who were always kind.

And still theywant the money , still they want the tax
still theywant the money , still they want the tax
THe tax
the tax
the tax

still theywant the money , still they want the tax
still theywant the money , still they want the tax
still theywant the money , still they want the tax
But the biggest serial killer is a heart attack
etc.

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Johnny's got an addiction
He's strung out without conviction
He was raised with a microwave
Sticky trashy fast food slave

He's a junk food junky
He could be a lot more spunky hunky
But he's a junk food junky
Blame it on the food yeah, you know it's bad

Mother doesn't really know
Shopping in a glossy show
Then again her budget's low
Her health so bad it makes her slow
She's a junk food junky
She's stressed and very jumpy
She's a junk food junky
Blame it on the food yeah, we know its bad
Blame it on the food yeah, we know it's bad
Jenny's in a fix
With her arithmetics
Poor concentration
Boys in the classroom cause agitation

She's a junk food junky
She could be a lot more fun

But she's a junk food junky
Blame it on the food yeah
Blame it on the food yeah
Blame it on the food yeah
You know it's bad
You know it's bad
B a d ! !

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How do you feel now? I want to know
Clear as crystal, I can see your face
In my glass of water, I can see your face
How do you feel know? I want to know
Does your love burn like a summer's day
Or is it still on hold in an ice cube tray?

Clear as crystal
How do you feel now? I want to know

Clear as crystal, I can see your face
In my glass of water? I can see your face
Winter has passed now, did you ever know?
Is your love forming like the springtime
Or is it still a snowdrop in the snow so fine?
Clear as crystal

Clear as crystal, I can see your face
In a glass of water, you can see your face
How do you feel know, I want to know
Now I can see you so crystal clear

Crystal clear

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India, India, India
India, India, clarified butter from the holy cow
India, India, India

I'm a pauper bereft of spiritual vision
Looking for a guru such a decision
India, India, India
Clarified butter from the holy cow
India, India, India

I'm a conscious consumer
but there's nothing to consume
Lotus flowers are still in bloom in
India, India, India
India, India, clarified butter from the holy cow
India, India, India

India, India
India, India

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Iggy says "I wanna be your dog."
But I want you to be a demigod

Look at my bow wow sitting there
Sniffing scratching without a care
Once upon a lifetime peroxide hair
What a heavy load to bear
What a heavy load to bear

Alcohol, drugs and rock n' roll
Come on doggy doggy let's go for a stroll
Before and after human growl so foul
And now animal and left to howl

A dog in Sweden, a man's best friend
Remember all those trends you set
And now you are a housewive's pet
Sit down bad boy, don't bow wow wow
Drink this milk from the sacred cow

Look at my bow wow sitting there
Sniffing scratching without a care
Once upon a lifetime peroxide hair
What a heavy load to bear
What a heavy load to bear

What no meat?
My bloodthirsty little bow wow
Hypnotised
Another family tree
Remember?
20th Century VIP
You may have been a king
You may have been a queen
You may have been Nehru
I'm sure there were a few smutty little scenes
Smutty little scenes

Hey doggy doggy, hey doggy doggy
Hey doggy doggy, hey hey hey
What a heavy load to bear
What a heavy load to bear !!

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You know, you know, you know you know you know
I can't go out alone
Hi chaperone, my chaperone

What you think is all wrong
'Cos you shouldn't treat a girl like a game of ping-pong
But I can't go out alone without a chaperone
Hi chaperone, my chaperone

You may say sweet dreams tonight
Blow me a kiss, well I guess that's alright, that's alright
I can't go out alone without a chaperone
Hi chaperone, my chaperone
You may say the streets are safe
In these modern days, but I'm not OK
I can't go out alone without a chaperone
Hi chaperone, my chaperone
I can't go out alone without a chaperone
Hi chaperone, my chaperone
Hi chaperone, my chaperone
Hi chaperone!

Hi chaperone! Hi chaperone! (repeat)

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I don't wanna be? I don't wanna be
A good time girl A good time girl

String you along like I string my pearls
A typical good time girl
A good time girl
A good time girl
A typical good time girl
I don't need no diamonds now
They'd seem like broken glass
I'd never wear a fur
Would seem like stepping into anothers skin
A typical good time girl like me

A good time girl
A good time girl
A typical good time girl (repeat)

A typical good time girl (repeat)

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My mother the cow who still feeds me now is being tortured
Her son the bull who the fields should plough is being slaughtered
The human child in the womb who is never born for being unwanted
Melancholy in the Age of Kali
Melancholy in the Age of Kali
Kali Kali

My mother, the earth, man treats like dirt, her resources being exhausted
Ant-like astronauts, of the human race, scratch and scar the moon's beautiful face
My brother, the sun, he still shines on
He'll continue to shine for some time to come
Melancholy in the Age of Kali
Melancholy in the Age of Kali
Kali Kali

Lamentation Lamentation Lamentation (repeat)

Heavenly Father still waters the grains
Seems like tears fall as it rains
Little boy blue come blow on your horn
The sheeps in the meadow the cows in the corn
Oh sweet friend of mine from an ancient nursery rhyme
From a distant land once upon a time

Melancholy in the Age of Kali
Melancholy in the Age of Kali
Kali Kali

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Sophia look like a witch
A beautiful witch is she
Sophia look like a witch
Hidden form in the name of chastity

Sophia wears a crucifix
Christ hung round her neck
Sophia wears a crucifix
Crucifix effect

Sophia lies between black sheets
Between black sheets she rests
Sophia rises while the cock-a-doodle-doos' a calling
And in black robes she's dressed

Sophia look like a witch
Sophia look like a witch (repeat)

Sophia rises while the cockerel's mourning
As the sun sets in the West
Sophia is a mother with a child at her breast

Sophia look like a witch
Sophia look like a witch (repeat)

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Not much difference 'tween a cow and you
Flesh, blood, bones
She cries like you do
Cries like you do

Yours is the hippest hypocritical point of view
Wake up and realise the things that you do
You're busy whipping Hitler cos he gassed so many Jews
You're as guilty of murder - look at what you chew
Everybody's worried 'bout a Third World War
Nuclear annihilation, need I say more?
While you're feasting at the peace meeting
Feasting at the peace meeting
Wake up!
Flesh, blood, bones
Peace on earth and goodwill to all men
The lower species we will condemn
While we're feasting at the peace meeting
Feasting at the peace meeting

She cries like you do
Cries like you do
She cries like you do
She cries like you do oo oo oo !!

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We got something don't you know it's true?
We got something don't feel it too?
We got something, we got something to do
Not a mushy line that I'm pushing on you
Just another blue-note sung slightly out of tune
We got something, we got something to do

Prayer for peace, prayer for peace
Prayer for peace.

It may appear that we've been sleeping through our years
And we've been living in an imaginary world
But we know what
We know what we got
And if the choice was your of love eternally
Or destruction of the world by some atomic energy
The you'd know what
You know what we got

Prayer for peace, prayer for peace
Prayer for peace. (repeat)
We got got got, we got got got, we got we got something
We got we got got got, we got got got, we got we got something
Prayer for peace,
Prayer for peace,
Prayer for peace.

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Did you enjoy the party you went to the other night?
No not really not really, no not really at all
I was bored stiff all night.
Did you find anyone you could talk to?
Anyone with a lot to say?
No not really no one, no not one not really
Just a boy who had a fixation on his body all the time.
He wanted to know if I..... he called 'making love'
I said "My dear pubescent adolescent socks
I gave up being shocking when you were getting spots
Pour me a lime and soda and I'll not tell a lie
But I've always been searching for something more sublime."

Did you enjoy did you enjoy at all? (repeat)

Then I met a Prima, Prima Donna Queen
Who wanted to have a sex change cos he thought it would be a scream
Decadence personified daddy's blood runs wild
Half the world is starving mother says, you're a spoilt hung-up child.
Then I met a guy who wanted to die
With a smack crack deathwish his T-shirt said 'Destroy'
I know I'm not this body and I'm just a fallen soul
But you have to serve some time before you get out on parole

Did you enjoy did you enjoy did you enjoy at all? (repeat)
The party's over the party's over
The party's over !!

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