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Li'l Hellraiser
01:49
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Ooh
In the bar
You preen and flirt
Ooh
But in the attic
She'll show you what you're worth
She'll solve your stupid Rubix cube
Remind you what you are
And where she takes you
Pain and pleasure start to blur
She's a pistol
Li'l hellraiser
Ooh, heavy mister
She's not her daddy's girl
She'll solve your stupid Rubix cube
Remind you what you are
And where she takes you
Hell and heaven start to blur
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2. |
My Calastrologist
03:48
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Eager ingénue with a skull tattoo
Reads for the part of the eager ingénue
Bad boy stubble on a millionaire
Might be cops in the chopper or a B-roll crew
GIrls are young and tan and boys are rich
Cowboy gives his elevator -
Pitcher of sangria, room service cocoon
(Calastrologist)
They’re foaming at the mouth at the press conference
But one day just sorta follows the next
One day just follows the next
Oh, we’re gonna strike it rich
Says my Calastrologist
Your aura could use a facelift
Says my Calastrologist
And we walk down, we walk down
The street of love, street of love
The Ferrari is black on an empty test track
Minimalist auteur just about creams his pants
Women topless smoking on the balcony
Razors for the cockfight and a David Hockney
You can’t walk the streets unrecognized
You ain’t washed up, you’ve been -
Baptized right here in Limbo, the weather doesn’t change
Hope’s the thing with feathers floating all around the cage
Might be smoke and mirrors, you got shards stuck in your fist
Check out these Martians, they all speak English
The Martians speak English
Oh, we’re gonna strike it rich
Says my Calastrologist
Your aura could use a facelift
Says my Calastrologist
And we walk down, we walk down
The street of love, street of love
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3. |
The Z
04:05
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It feels like nothing at all
Calm, alert and logical
Are you still inside?
Heaven knows
Functioning while comatose
It feels like nothing at all
Come down slowly in highway fog
Cry for help
Muffled scream
It works like a dream
Waiting for the Z to hit
Adled urge of sour skin
They come, they come from within
Hypnotized in abandoned rooms
Torch the car and drain the pool
I can look right through the sun
I can look right through the sun
When you start to turn
It's like you've known all along
Waiting for the Z to hit
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4. |
Your Ass Is Insane
03:31
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I crawled with dagger in my teeth
through putrid bog both wide and deep
and those I met I left beneath
with pain to sow and death to reap
in tortured sleep I saw it there
I keep it's words to end my stare
when at last, I brushed,
the dust, from, the monolith it read:
your ass is insane
your ass is insane
with claw at throat and peck at eye
I rolled down hill under black sky
into the den where bodies line
the walls and where the mystics dine
blind and yet they see past sun
all and yet unto no one
with blood, for ink, they scrawled,
a script, unto me which read:
your ass is insane
that ass, is insane
was thine father a baker?
for thou hast some buns
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5. |
Heaven
03:32
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Goddamn, you're one suave fuck
I'll say it again
I know the difference
Between right and wrong
But have you ever been to heaven?
Do you, do you want to go
For a ride
Shine your light on me
The blinding light of love
In dreams, I walk with you
But now it's dark, baby
Now it's dark
Do you, do you want to go
I'm seeing something that was always hidden
I'm seeing something that was always hidden
I have your disease in me
It helps me, it makes me strong
In dreams, I walk with you
In dreams, I walk with you
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