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The tortures, the torment
Pink noise, delicious
The danger, the victims
Demeaning religion
She rides, she rolls
Olympic control
Her bricks assaultin'
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Rowboat, row me to the shore
She don't wanna be my friend no more
She dug a hole in the bottom of my soul
She don't wanna be my friend no more
Pick me up, gimme some food to eat
In your truck, goin' no place
I'll be home, talkin' to nobody
You'll be strange, you'll be far away
Big fat moon
And my body's out of tune
With the burnin' waves
She's a billion years away
Dog food on the floor
And I been like this before
She is all
And everything else is small
Pick me up, gimme some alcohol
In your truck, playin' the radio
I'll be home with the gasoline
You'll be stoned, you'll be far away
Rowboat, row me to the shore
She don't wanna be my friend no more
She dug a hole in the bottom of my soul
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It's a cold ass fashion when she stole my passion
It's an everlasting, it's a ghettoblasting
On the wonderwheel I let my thunder peel
I made an effort to get just what I deserve
I got all maxed out, I got faxed some doubt
I was jumping around, she was a runnin' coming down
In the thick of a trick, I couldn't take my pick
Between a slime and a fist just to cool off your dog
I'm taking morphine
Now I'm rolling in sweat
With a loaf of cold bread
And a taco in my jeans
On the map if you glide
She's got such ugly thighs
I got taken by surprise
With the plate of flaming noodles
It's a cold ass fashion when she stole my passion
It's an everlasting, it's a ghettoblasting
On the wonderwheel I let my thunder peel
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I'm an alien from another sphere. The thing I like about the earth is the range
of colors. Fantastic to mundane. Brilliant to dull. As I was penetrating the
ozone, I perchanced to notice the orange peel-like
quality of the light playing upon the... the ocean. I gotta go right now;
someone is videotaping me in my spaceship.
All around a water tank
Just a-waitin' for a train
A thousand miles away from home
Just a-waitin' for'n the rain
I walked up to a breakman
Just to give him a line of talk
He said, "If you got money,
I'll see that you don't walk."
"I haven't got a nickel;
Not a penny for to show."
"Get off, get off, you railroad bum!"
And he slammed the boxcar door
They let me off in Texas
A state I dearly love
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Walkin' back to the burnin' schoolhouse
And the kids drinkin' in the park
Late at night and the spirit moves me
And I don't mind bein' afraid
Old man with no clothes
Leanin' on my fence
Tell me where the money goes
And the food don't taste the same
I'm gettin' fast at being the last
To know I don't need to waste no time
You can call me once a week
Tell me where I been
Phony lady layin' flat on the road
And the helicopter goin' by
And I'm down to the sound
Of the sky turned brown
And I'm lovin' everything you say
I don't think it's funny
When you shave both of my arms
Lately I been spittin' out things
That I didn't mean to say
But that's alright, now
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Plastic donut, can of spam
There's no kindness in this land
Better not let my good girl catch you here
She's getting all juiced up with a bottle of plain wrap beer
Coffee clothing pasted on
Clean my gravestone when I'm gone
And you better not let my good girl catch you here
She's got a whole pile of things you don't want to hear
Hitch my horse up to the town
Got my toenails painted brown
And you better not let my good girl catch you here
She'll cut you down and put the blame on me
Just a muscle in a bag
Throw my baby, don't let her sag
But you better not let my good girl catch you here
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No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
Ain't no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No honey, no honey
No honey, no money
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
One more time
Keep goin'
One more time
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
What's your name?
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It's August 6th, 1982 ... and uhh we were jammin' over at the house ... my pants
caught on fire ... we were smokin' a lotta ... whiskey and uhh chicken ... and
uhh got some food and ... I got some food and came home and got a call, uhh ...
no wait, I got some calls then, uhh, came home, then I got some food ... came
home, got some food and then [cough] got some calls, uhh ... couldn't find the
fridge for a while and ... wait, first we couldn't ... we got the food and then
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She got some soul
Yeah she got some soul
She got some soul
Yeah she got some soul
She got finger snap
She put the lit cigarette
On my birthday cake
Oh, yeah
She rock and roll
She got the soul
She rock and roll
She got the soul
She rock and roll
She got some soul
She rock and roll
She got the soul
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There's s dead hobo on the patio
And an old barbed wire on the funeral fire
Well, you roll out the carpet and it better be red
And it better be long cos the troubles in my head
Gonna be livin' one foot in the grave
Well, I was sittin' at home cookin' up a steak
Satan came down dressed like a snake
Well, he called my name as I turned up the flames
And then I realized I was out of mayonnaise
Well, you been livin' one foot in the grave
Yeah, don't go throwin' no coupons on my grave
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Amanda, light of the man's life
Make sure the faith in the light and make heard
The greatest woman
The greatest woman
To be the man's greatest wife
I thought it all over, lord knows I've tried
It's a awful great struggle in any man's life
To look in the mirror in total surprise
At the great hair on her shoulders
And the great big big beautiful beautiful eyes
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Today has been a fucked up day
Today has been a fucked up day
Today has been a fucked up day
Looks like tomorrow'll be the same old day
Today has been a fucked up day
Today has been a fucked up day
Today has been a fucked up day
Looks like tomorrow'll be the same old day
There's people runnin' up and down the line
With grocery bags on their heads
And dollar bills pasted onto their faces
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You tell no-one, nobody
Beating on you, no defenses
False faces, bloody wallet
Ripping out your head, put on my clothes
No, I wouldn't want you
Where the blood is all washed off
Where the blood is washed off
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Big pain burnin' now
Givin' me a cow
What you seem to be saying
Is you're patiently waiting
Like an ashtray for the butt
Well I'm puttin' it down
When you're not picking it up
When I'm puttin' it down
But you treat me like a clown
And I don't want to be funny
Fat chance glued to the wall
Like a centerfold
Of an old cannonball
Will you put me inside
Your tv tonight
Cos you're treatin' me like a rerun
Well I'm puttin' it down
But you're not pickin' it up
Well I'm puttin' it down
But you treat me like a clown
And I don't want to be funny
No no no no no
So what
I lost my job at the Hut
My ass got cut
But I'll be better at kissin'
When my teeth are all missin'
And the silverware's burnt
And I'm eatin' with my fingers
And I'm puttin' it down
And you're not pickin' it up
Well I'm puttin it down
But you treat me like a clown
And I don't want to be funny
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It's uhh November 6th, 1945 and we ... went up to ... and uhh, back to the house
and watched MTV ... and playin' Pac-Man ... it's all really gross and all the
kids were diseased ... giant airplanes, uh, crashing underneath ...
electro-magnetic fuse ... guys with flamethrowers ... melting ... taco trucks
were crashed... there was sausage meat all over the ... Sasquatch was eating a
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I thought I heard a chainsaw revvin late last night
I woke this morning and I knew I was right
I got the cut-in-half blues
The cut-in-half blues
Well the last thing I saw was the big long saw
I got the cut-in-half blues
I knew we were in trouble, I knew she lost her head
When she started bringin' all those power tools to bed
I got the cut-in-half blues
The cut-in-half blues
Well the last thing I saw was the big long saw
I got the cut-in-half blues
I'm laying in my grave, all I do is grunt
'Cause the undertaker got all mixed up and put my ass in the front
I got the cut-in-half blues
The cut-in-half blues
Well the last thing I saw was the big long saw
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Ozzy
Ozzy
Ozzy
Ozzy
Ozzy
Ozzy
Ozzy
Ozzy
Ozzy
Ozzy
Ozzy
Ozzy can I get a little echo on this?
Ozzy
Ozzy
Ozzy
Ozzy
Ozzy
What does it mean?
The fire is green
The demons just scraped through the window
Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy
Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy
Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy
Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy
Drinkin in bed, they'll get you instead
Gives him a point went forever
Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy
Ozzy! You're the man
How can I grasp you power?
I'm sittin' here lookin' at this keychain
And you... uh
There's mascara bleeding out of your eyes
The microphone is in flames
There's a giant chicken claw above your head
Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy
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I'm sitting on an embankment on a highway going through rural Georgia... and
there was a dead wild cat and a bottle of beer that had been... that had never
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Satan gave me a taco and it made me really sick
The chicken was all raw and the grease was mighty thick
The rice was all rancid and the beans were so hard
I was gettin' kinda dizzy eatin' all the lard
There was aphids on the lettuce an' I ate every one
An' after I was done the salsa melted off my tongue
Pieces of tortilla got stuck in my throat
An' the stains on my clothes burned a hole through my coat
My stomach was a-tremblin' and I broke out in a rash
I was so dry and thirsty and I didn't have no cash
So I went and found a hose, tore off all my clothes
Turned on the water and it shot right up my nose
Some old lady came along and she thought I was a freak
So she beat me with a handbag till I could hardly speak
I was lying there naked, my body badly bruised
In a pool of my own blood, unconscious and confused
Well, the cops came and got me and threw me in their van
And I woke up on the ceiling and I couldn't find my hand
They took me to the judge, his eyes a-glowin' red
The courtroom was filled with witches and the dead
Well, the sheriff was a hellhound with fangs and claws
The prisoners were tied up and chained to the walls
The air was gettin' thick; the smoke was gettin' thicker
The judge read the verdict: said, "Cut off his head!"
Well, they placed me on the altar, and they raised up the axe
My head was about to explode when I noticed the Marshall stacks
I noticed all the smoke machines, cameras and the lights
Some guy with a microphone, runnin' around dancin' in tights
And I noticed the crew and the band playin' down below
And I realized I was in a rock video
So I went and joined the band and I went out on tour
And I smoked a lot of heroin and I passed out in manure
I made out with the groupies, started fires backstage
I made a lot of money and I gave it all away
Well, the band got killed, so I started a solo career
And I won all the awards and I drank all the beer
I opened up a taco stand just to smell the smell
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Today's uhh August 4th, 1982 ... I'm really bored and there was some dead
animals that we played with ... there was a weed wacker ... we stole two of them
... a cop car was on fire ... my friend Scott, he was running and he uhh slipped
on a Twinkie ... and his nose was covered with blood ... the security helicopter
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I got a room down in Hollywood
Rent was cheap
It was this rooming house
There was an old man who lived in the room next to me
We shared a bathroom in the hall
Stare at me through a crack in the door
Day I moved in I was playin' my guitar
Started bangin' on the wall with a boot
Then he came out, started banging on my door
Kicked it open
Watch out son, I got a tasergun
Watch out son, I got a tasergun
He's on the loose
He's got the juice
Like a mad dog with no teeth
Spent his pension in adult bookstores
Bringin' strange young men home
He'd leave me notes in the bathroom
Accusin' me of stealin' his toilet paper
Come out into the hallway
Dressed up in a greasy bathrobe
Tryin' to start a fight
He became known as the electric old man
And I still see him with his taser
Comin' at me
Watch out son, I got a tasergun
Watch out son, I got a tasergun
He's on the loose
He's got the juice
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You came, you went
My mind it got a dent
I couldn't make my rent
Cos all my cash was lent
This town is filled
With thousand-dollar-bills
Laminated songs
Contaminated lawns
Well we eat about fifteen times a day
Starin' through a bag of Frito Lay
And I play with the fire in the stove
When my eyes peel out and my fingertips get cold
Well it's real and it's fake
And it's flamin' like a steak
And she's puttin' out my face with the rake
Oh honey you knew
That you were my one and only blur
Unglued, depressed
The meatloaf in my chest
Personality test
I failed with the best
And I stomped and I stormed
And I passed out in your dorm
Then you hustled me outside
I couldn't catch a ride
But the subway trains speak to me now
I'm browsing through the supermarket town
And the girls don't talk when I'm around
And I'm feelin' bad even though nothing's wrong
Chokin' on a breathmint
That's cool
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"Stuck out here sayin' they shot my mule and burned my wagon.
Ran out of sourdough two days ago, Ain't got no more lard.
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