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Android 17
01:20
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Kill me Android 17, and I'm filthy
When January seems to be
So unfulfilled naturally
To be continued at the start menu
If you have died than I will avenge your death
We're at the movies, we might as well
Just suck face, this suck fest
Twenties spent and I didn't even get a kiss
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Chula
01:33
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When I go home where will I go
When aren't there to comfort me
What will I do when you aren't there
With me in your room
Quando me voy
Que voy hacer
Quando no estas in my room
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3. |
Deathawk
00:59
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I am wearing a devilock
This is not a deathawk
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The Machine
02:49
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Call me like Blondie; gods speed
Astrozombies on the marquee; Halloween Part three
Give me the car keys; there's not an Arby's
Near where we're parking; bite worse than the barking
No malarkey; you better duck like Darkwing
Cuz my arms swing wildly and start things
My eyes bleed; my god what've I done
I'm grasping at straws in a fast food line
In the park; your weir remarks; I could eat you alive
But I'd rather we fuck in the back of your truck
Or under the staircase where you hide
Take me to your fainting room
It's just fifty cents to dance with you
Or fifty cents for a rad tattoo
In the machine
Broken bones in the machine
Broken hearts in the machine
Broken everything in the machine of me and you
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Sachko (The Demon Lord)
01:13
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Oh Sachko, the demon lord has taken you away
What will I do to rescue you from that witches harms way
I will possess anybody over any money
Any time or place
What a waste, come again, tell me
Do you levitate
I give you my heart
I give you my love
I give you my everything
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Westwind
01:25
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All year, I've been howling your name
Brand me with your number
Cuz it's all the same to me
When we react in the backseat
Intercourse with you, I want
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7. |
Animal Legs
01:43
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Let me get a taste of your animal legs
Let me get a taste of your animal ways
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8. |
Teenage Possession
00:46
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The power of Christ compels you to kill
I am your lamb, I'm at your will
The power of Christ compels me to dance
Throw up your hands and take of your pants
Piss on the floors near hallway doors
Deep in depression
Teenage possession
I have repented, from
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I can't wait til my dad dies or leaves
I remember being five waiting for my dad to die
I remember being six waiting for my dad to split
I'm so sad that my dad died and won't leave
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Rough Sex
01:50
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I continue the search for her
In the garden where we picked conifers
I'm sure
As you were
Will you remain
Clutch your still-woven spine to mine
And react as you retract as sexual attraction comes back
If you can find me
Will you remain
Give me a chance
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11. |
The Summer and Samhain
01:49
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Follow me, do what I do
Follow me occult leader
You won't have to see me again
It was all just one big pretend
If you wanted to just let me know
Don't act like it was one big joke
Cuz I am the living that haunts the ghosts
During the Summer and Samhain
A misfit always down for doing horror business
Black Christmas VHS on my Samhain wishlist
Don't risk it; the regret is just too much to live with
My dad hid his pistol next to old tax exemptions
They're witches, they're wiccan
But I am the living that haunts the ghost
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Everything that's new is dumb and I hate all these stupid trends
All this new age music sucks and I don't need or want your friend requests
And then
I crawl the streets
I'm alone and care free
I'm alone as I can be
Because I truly don't care at all
Oh feline, in a backyard cemetery
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