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Tick The Parasite
02:00
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Eight legs, two claws, two faces,
Eight legs, two claws, two faces.
Eight legs, two claws, two faces,
Eight legs, two claws, two faces.
Bloodsucker, bloodsucker, bloodsucker parasite!
Small fry, no brains, no mercy,
Small fry, no brains, no mercy.
Small fry, no brains, no mercy,
Small fry, no brains, no mercy.
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Comes to my door,
On the third floor,
And knocks on my door.
Teacher,
Or weirdo,
Police officer,
Came from the shore,
Or office, or store,
And knocks on my door.
Doctor,
Or bully,
Delivery guy.
Here comes the stranger from the outside world!
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3. |
My Stuff
02:26
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Don’t touch my stuff with your dirty hands,
My clothes, my books, my shirt and pants.
Don’t touch my stuff, won’t tell you twice,
Make sure to follow my advise.
No-one understands,
No-one understands,
No-one understands,
No-one understands.
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4. |
Voices
03:03
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Can’t stand this voice in my head,
Those ugly things that it said.
Can’t stand this voice in my head,
Those ugly things that it said.
Don’t like this voice in my head,
My mind hangs by a thread.
Don’t like this voice in my head,
My mind hangs by a thread.
(Shut up!)
Can’t stand this voice in my head.
(Shut up.)
Can’t stand this voice in my head,
Too loud so I see red.
Can’t stand this voice in my head,
Too loud so I see red.
Don’t like this voice in my head,
I’m sure, it’s driving me mad.
Don’t like this voice in my head,
I’m sure, it’s driving me mad.
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5. |
The Best Shot
02:36
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Give me sure-shoot,
Make the bodies drop,
Make the bullets swing,
Make the music stop.
Should-a been a better shot,
Got me in a head.
Should-a been a better shot,
Got me in a head.
Give me head shoot,
Make the bodies drop,
Make the bullets swing,
Make the music stop.
Should-a been a better shot,
Got me in a head.
Should-a been a better shot,
Got me in a head.
Give me headshot,
Give me head shoot.
Give me headshot.
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6. |
Subway Train
03:18
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Riding on a subway train,
Face in the crowd, got story no name.
Riding on a subway train,
Faces in the crowd they all look the same.
Riding on a subway train,
Feeling small like drop of rain.
Riding on a subway train,
Feeling like a sheep in a haze.
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7. |
Job Interview
02:06
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My folks say,
I gotta get myself a job.
I don’t think,
They like the one they got.
My folks say,
I gotta get myself a job.
I don’t think,
They like the one they got!
My folks say,
I gotta get myself a job.
I don’t think,
I like the one they got.
My folks say,
I gotta get myself a job.
I don’t think,
I like the one they got!
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8. |
Sewer Aligator
01:43
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I’m Sewer Alligator,
Gotta eat you later.
I’m Sewer Alligator,
Gotta eat you later.
I’m Sewer Alligator,
Sharp teeth innovator.
I’m Sewer Alligator,
Sharp teeth innovator.
I like living in a sewer!
I like surfing in a sewer!
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