1. |
Oh Hey Yo
01:29
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Oh hey yo
don't look at me
Oh hey yo
don't look at me
Oh hey yo
don't look at me
Oh hey yo
don't look at me
Oh hey yo
don't look at me
Oh hey yo
don't fuck with me!
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2. |
Living Dead
03:43
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Can you hear the roar?
Here comes the Living Dead
Trigger, razor, rope
many ways to join the gang
You said you love me, Abby
endlessly like this voyage
So tell me is it fear
or joy shines in your eyes?
It's a good night to kill
It's a good night, good night
It's a good night to kill
It's a good night, good night to kill
The Great Todd's eyes keep watching
We'll be safe on the other side
The moon is high, the wind is wild
let's watch two worlds colide
Keep this race fast, last turn is near
it will hurt just a little bit
And then the next you will see
two of us riding through eternity
It's a good night to kill
It's a good night, good night
It's a good night to kill
It's a good night, good night to kill
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3. |
Oh No!
03:19
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Our speaks on the phone
got no better
So you just burned down
our heaven
Oh no!
You did it all wrong!
Well, it's all your fault
I'll convince you
The only way I know how
I'm 18 now
Oh no!
You did it all wrong!
You'll be missing this
But I won't
I'll remind you 'bout me
So you'll know!
Oh no!
You did it all wrong!
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4. |
Personality
03:12
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"You're for me the only one"
hears everyone in town
You said your love is for free
if I beg you on my knees
You show some magic tricks
and they
offer you their shoulder
But I saw there's nothing changed
It was water to water
I don't need your love
Oh, can't you see?
It's all about personality!
You said you would die for me
but I never ask for this
You're so sweet when you're glad
You're pure devil when you're mad
You show some magic tricks
and they
offer you their shoulder
But I saw there's nothing changed
It was water to water
I don't need your love
Oh, can't you see?
It's all about personality!
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5. |
Philadelphia
03:22
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If I was a vampire
I would suck your blood
But I'm just a regular guy
So I'll beat you up
Your gut is full of gass
I'm gonna hit it
gonna hit it
I'm gonna hit it hard
Whaddaya you lookin'
Whaddaya you lookin'
Whaddaya lookin' at my gut for
Put your lips on my lips
But it's not a kiss
Just hold your nose
and get your businnes done
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6. |
Hold My Piss
02:18
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don't talk to me
I said
don't talk to me
better hold my piss
with radio on
hold my piss, radio on
better hold my piss
with radio on
don't look at me
I said
don't look at me
better hold my piss
with radio on
hold my piss, radio on
better hold my piss
with radio on
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7. |
You Make Me Sick
03:36
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You make me sick
you driving me nuts
When I see your face
I gotta punch you in the eye
Oh, I don't like you
It's not your fault
But don't be surprised
When I'm cold
You're for me just a piece of shit
You're for me just a piece of shit
You make me sick
you driving me nuts
When I see your face
I gotta punch you in the eye
Oh, I don't like you
It's not your fault
But don't be surprised
When I'm cold
You're for me just a piece of shit
You're for me just a piece of shit
Please leave me now
I don't like this feeling
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8. |
Cyrkus
02:47
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You won't believe your eyes
The girl has two legs
but ain't got no arms
Feet are better then hands
expecting not much
so you'll be surprised
Oh, I have some!
You ready to see
the another one?
He almost been killed
but started new life
The man is a hull
laying on floor
But look at his tounge
boy, it is strong!
Oh, I have some!
Here's the strongest lass in town
eight feet tall, and she's only nine
Once she lost her way home
with no money and no phone
In this loneliness she grown
wearing leather and eating stones
Now she's our special gem
see her comming straight outta hell
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