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bluebirds are so natural
i wanna buy them for my friends.
bluebirds are so dismal
and i want to trade mine in.
and i dont go out for brunch.
and i dont go out for cunts.
and i dont go out for months
without my barnes and nobles credit
card.
cleaning out my wisdomteeth
i found a diamond in my gums.
cleaning out the kitchen
found a spoon that plays the drums.
and despite the things they say,
i gave it up that day.
i'd never go that way
unless your daddy nailed me to the
cross.
suicide. suicide.
leaning out to everyone that hides.
breaking the chains on the things
down low.
where it stops i dont know how that
goes.
bluebirds are so natural
i want to buy them for my friends.
bluebirds are so dismal
and i want to trade mine in.
and despite the things they say,
i gave them up that day.
i'd never go that way
unless your daddy nailed me to the
cross.
your daddy nailed me to the cross.
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Hard to be a girl
So nice to be a boy
In my room at night
Not a pretty sight
Here's an empty kiss
Marching to the rhythm of the payroll
I can be a good boy too
Just let me out of the stable
Sausages and eggs
And hot and sour soup
Thank me for your time
'cause I can be as bad as you
Hard to be a girl
That's what the oracle told me
I don't care what she says
I assume it's best to be lonley
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jessica simpson
where has your love gone
it's not in your music
no
you need a vacation
to wake up the cavemen
and take them to mexico
jessica, jessica simpson
you've got it all wrong
your fraudulant smile
the way that you thinked it the day
that you die
my body's in trembles
incrusted with brambles
that sharpen the air i breathe
what's on the menu
jessica can you
take down my order please
jessica, jessica simpson
you've got it all wrong
your fraudulent smile
the way that you thinked it the day
that you died
tomorrow gets closer
a purple bulldozer
is calling you on the phone
your lovelife precedes you
your son in law feeds you
injections of cortizone
jessica, jessica simpson
you've got it all wrong
your fraudulent smile
the way that you thinked it the day
that you die
jessica simpson
where has your love gone
its not in your music
so where has it gone?
then Jessica....
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Musical ladders
Leaning on mountains
Bathed in white laughter
Under the sun
Somebody's birthday
Came stumbling toward us
Wrapped in green gladness
Under the sun
We're gonna make it through this war
tonight
Someone hold this child up to the
light
Prostitute fingers
Fumbling with matches
Tucked in red couches
Under green moons
Mexican waitress
Got caught in the crossfire
Of militant families
Bursting with Jews
We're gonna break it to your folks
tonight
Kind of hope your Pops don't hear me
right
Oh, yes.
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If there's a heart inside your eye
If there's a clock inside your head
If there's a girl outside your bed
Put your face in my place
My head is falling off my head
And I don't want to see clear again
Everyone's talkin' 'bout Jesus
Everyone's talkin' 'bout Jesus
Everyone's talkin' 'bout Jesus
Everyone's fuckin' my princess
Goodnight to my new dead wife
Goodnight to my Nazi friends
I'm standing on the tip of my stinking
ship
Hey, Princess
Over there
Why you sitting over there?
When you've got a warm spot to
share
In the prince's bed, in the prince's
bed?
In the prince's bed
In the prince's bed, in the prince's
bed
Oh I know you've thought about it
And I know you wanna have it
Now I always have my camera
In the prince's bed, in the prince's
bed
In the prince's bed, in the prince's
bed
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Bind me, gag me, take me to the
bunny ranch
People dying, kill me in the packing
house
Even you have to win sometimes,
dear
Poison needles, smoker, break a
broken window, mind you.
One kiss, two kiss, how d'you make it
look like that?
Do me, doggy, rape me in the parking
lot
Even you have to win sometimes,
dear
Poison needles, smoker, break a
broken window, mind you.
Bind me, gag me, take me to the
bunny ranch
Bind me, gag me, take me to the
bunny ranch
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Can we live on borrowed time
But his head shots pretty good
I've been scheming for too long
I was star struck by your mom
We fall in love by accident
A heavenly coincedence
No matter what you think is true
Let me introduce you to some friends
of mine
oohhh.....
Friends of mine
oohhh....
Friends of mine
oohhhhh
Friends of mine
Can we break for passing cars
In the pistol ripping chase
I regret the drugs you lost
So I skipped our second date
We fall in love by accident
A heavenly coincedence
No matter what you think is true
Let me introduce you to some friends
of mine
oohhh.....
Friends of mine
oohhh....
Friends of mine
oohhhhh
Friends of mine
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We fall in love by accident
A heavenly coincedence
No matter what you think is true
Let me introduce you to...
Can't figure out this place
Guess someone hates my guts
I handed him the sign
ohhh... friends of mine
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Frozen in time, forever
Carrying that torch for so long.
Can you hear my heart? Believe it
Frozen in the index of time.
They
Singled out my tounge
In front of everyone
Who was watching my show.
They
Say that I'm no good
I'm sorry that I could
Be that way to you.
Dusting off the Roman dollar,
Searching for some work on the side.
I'm just closer to death than ever,
Frozen in the index of time.
They
Just don't have the minds
To pay me for my crimes
That they made me do.
They
Don't care how it feels
To them this isn't real
In my magical womb.
Frozen in time, forever
Carrying that torch for so long.
Can you hear my heart? Believe it
Frozen in the index of time.
Baby
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Skeleton of a smoking plane,
Catch a train to an open vein.
The smoke just cleared,
Something went wrong.
The catfish choked,
The sky is gone.
Beneath their boats,
The forecast floats.
The joystick choked,
The joystick smokes.
Mariachi clothes look good on
everyone,
Klu Klux Klans will dance around the
mountain,
Plugging up the holes in their
harmonicas.
Push away from the overdose,
Just in time for the fairy bows.
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I wanna chose to die,
and be buried with a rubix cube.
and sleep inside the big blue
buildings,
while the sweet disease drives
through.
there's a bakery in the night sky.
i wanna die because the government
lied.
she was a man with herpes,
floating in a yellow stream.
running through the windows
backwards.
kissing all the buildings clean.
you know his appetite for hardcore
taste.
and orgyastic party games.
she woke up in the highway,
with arrows pointing at her face.
later that day in gym class,
she ate a mouth full of anthrax,
go to sleep.
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In the front of the line,
And I'm back at home.
I wanna live my life
In a bathtub.
Roll the dirty dice,
And you're paying blood.
Stole a maxi pad,
As I abandon love.
It reminds me of
Salty candy,
Semen shanties.
Sailboats grinding
Up against your back.
I don't need no
Sentimental
Penis stencil.
Feelings rising,
opposites attract!
She made me feel so small,
I had no say at all.
She looked so cute, they say,
But I don't know her that way.
Heaven hold me back,
Got 20 lives.
Got my Jesus jammies,
Need some exercise.
Take a walk at night
Past the dating bar.
I wanna live my life
Like a track star.
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There's no wrong way to fuck a girl
with no legs,
Just tell her you love her as she's
crawling away.
There's no wrong way to fuck a bitch
with no face,
Now you'll never be sad again.
Loving you are the two best things in
a world that's skipping town,
Reaching, blind, into the deepest
mouth in the brownest place around.
There's something amiss in her cum-
stained lips,
So I get the first kiss,
Before she takes the last bite.
Genital outlaws in a positive way,
Ending everything able to.
Getting strangled by the junkie priest
as the boys get stoned in school,
There's a knock at the door and your
parents come in,
They thought you were a different girl.
So if you're alone and your parents
arent home,
And no one can see your
incestuoustry,
No need to contain what the
sparrows can say,
Now youl'l never be sad again.
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Picture a place that's far from danger;
A nicer place to cash your chips.
I'm not the one holding you hostage
Squeezed in between my lips.
We're not supposed to be lovers,
Or friends like theyd have us believe.
We're not supposed to know
eachother;
Accept my apology.
I was a babe stuck in a treebranch,
Banging on my rusty cradle bars.
Until I stole your middle finger.
Now who's the one in charge?
We're not supposed to be lovers,
Or friends like theyd have us believe.
We're not supposed to know
eachother;
Accept my apology.
Vein underground,
Fist,
Face
Down
Ooze as they heal my pain.
Food on the flight,
Breakfast bite
Drop from the orange juice crane.
Picture a person you've forgotten
Kissing your brother or your friend.
Picture a wounded entertainer
Cutting his hair again.
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There are men in shades just
standing around
These bleeding stars, the paradox.
Let the eyes of God be our god
To find a gentle path.
There's a broken record playing in
tune
To the floating waves of the
antennae,
And you were just a little guy,
And I was little, too.
And everything is just floating freely,
Just rocking around like a rocking
horse,
Just jiggling around like silly putty,
And who are you and I?
And you were looking at me smiling,
The aliens were just arriving,
Wherever they are heading next,
Speaking secret tounges.
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She used to live
With an Indian chief
Who gave her the clappe
That he got from a priest.
Night after night,
I would lie with her pets
Like a mail order bride
In a box by the steps.
She went bungee jumping,
One fine day,
Off the cliffs of our friendship,
And at the bottom she stayed.
When they told me
That her body was found,
An astronaut drowned
In the Long Island Sound.
I tripped down the stairs in my
basketball shoes.
And paddled downstream.
In my fathers canoe.
In the Kingdom of Bungee
The castle's been stained,
But the Kingdom of Incest
Still has a mighty fine name.
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