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Black Sperm of Vengeance
02:02
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Black sperm of vengeance come lately with the world looking over my shoulder. Only devotion'll get you a place and a time, and a seat at the worst of what we got coming.
Cold wars don't warm to face the East. That ain't the type of sweet relief or elbow grease the Russians seek. Enslave us all in the name of peace if that's the name you dare to speak. But, baby, we can still kill the white men.
Black sperm of vengeance come lately with the world looking over my shoulder. Only devotion'll get you a place and a time, and a seat at the worst of what we got coming.
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Sex Pessimism
00:37
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Recrimination is a Trojan hobby-horse with no good vibrations or saccharine harmonies on the chorus.
And no-fault libation could lead us back to sex or worse.
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LSD from QVC
01:08
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Ask them if they wanna be part of our brand. Then and then, then again and then their brother. Then that guy's half brother. Or unrelated lover.
Baby, don't feed me fantasies. Not like I'm gonna know the fucking difference.
Ask them if they wanna be part of our brand. Then and then, then again and then their brother. Then that guy's half brother.
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Punk on the Mend
02:04
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Punk is on the mend. How did that happen again? What'll I do for friends while punk's on the mend?
Punk is on the mend. It's not like we could pretend.
Punk is on the mend and how the hell could this have happened again? And how the fuck do I protect my friends now that punk is on the mend? Since what you'd said was dead has come to collect on your head and then fine you for the lead that they found beside your bed. Punk is on the mend. It's a hospital stay extension. The kind they hardly like to mention for lacking disbelief of suspension. If they could just keep our attention.
A nation in permanent detention. One nation in permanent detention.
A nation in permanent detention.
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Trial and Era
00:17
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Everything was a Drag
01:25
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I'm ripped to the tits over you tonight. I'm sick is the gist. Over you tonight.
I'm ripped. To the tits. Over you. Tonight. I'm sick is the gist. All for you.
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Scotty Cyanide & His Bad Self Band Lambertville, New Jersey
Born on the bayou and left on the side of the road. Voodoo can't tame him. No jury could blame him... Scotty Cyanide and the only backing players you can ever truly rely on: His Bad Self.
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