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[sigh]
Uhh.. that was creepy.
I would rather slurp rancid tuna salad out uv my own ass,
or scour my boobies off with a rusty sos pad,
or hump a piece of splintered balsa wood
[giggle]

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Step back cause the bass is fuzzin
Bloodhound Gang bangs more than the dirty dozen
Alley oop here comes the slam i know where I stand
I m feelin like Anthrax cause you know O m the man
Yea I dug your dame but all I did was kiss her
But I got to second base with your mom and your sister
I ll wipe the grin off your face like I was a can of Windex
I threw a right I threw a right was I live or Memorex
Go down down deep deep in and out quick
Cause I m harder than Chinese arithmetic
Now my fist is in your face cause you stood in my way
You tried to talk your shit and your ass got paid
I get stupid like the mongoloid Corky
Welcome to McDonald s may I take your order
Cause I m cold kicken lyrics like my arm was on fire
Like Pinnochio my nose don t grow cause I ain t no liar

Go down go down to get it up get it up
Go down go down to get it up y all

Clap it on clap it off sniff my exhaust
Cause i got more steps than Barishnikov
Like a pirouette, a pirouette, a pair of wet jeans
You don t understand but your girl knows what I mean
So I kicks my lines kind of complex
A text of intricate words and other spoken effects
Like a preacher on the mount teaching things he doesn t follow
When you tried to hit the brake but pushed on the throttle
Mr. Goody Two Shoes picture the scenario
Your girl blew me as I blew your stereo
And I gots more bass than a baseball diamond
Don t put me on your chalkboard cause I m not down with Simon
Sonic boom in your room assume you re not there
Booty licken nugget picken with your dad downstairs
Love is just a fallacy I got more force than gravity
I can run all night like an Energizer battery

Go down go down to get it up get it up
Go down go down to get it up y all

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Looking out a dirty old window.
Down below the cars in the city go rushing by.
I sit here alone and I wonder why.

Friday night and everyone s moving.
I can feel the heat but it s soothing.
Heading down, I search for the beat in this dirty town.

Down town the young ones are going.
Down town the young ones are growing.

We re the kids in America.
Everybody live for the music-go-round.

Bright ligths the music get faster.
Look boy, don t check on your watch, not another glance.
I m not leaving now, honey not a chance.

Hot-shot, give me no problems.
Much later baby you ll be saying never mind.
You know life is cruel, life is never kind.

Kind hearts don t make a new story.
Kind hearts don t grab any glory.

Come closer, honey that s better.
Got to get a brand new experience.
Feeling right.
Oh don t try to stop baby.
Hold me tight.

Outside a new day is dawning.
Outside Suburbia s sprawling everywhere.
I don t want to go baby.
New York to East California.
There s a new wave coming I warn you.

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The hill, the view and the lights

High up in the sky
I will go flying
The lights that catch my eye
They keep me flying

High up in the sky
Romance fills my eyes
The tears that come alive
They keep me flying

High up in the sky
Sunlight burns my eyes,
But I’ll keep on breathing,
But I’ll keep on flying

(High up in the sky, I...

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Tak niewiele mogę

Mam 4 ręce i
Wciąż więcej chcę
Już nie starczają mi
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Epilogue

My soul lifted , I was sailing high
Wonderful and floating

But after the storm
My wings were torn , torn to pieces

As well as I and my inmost forwardness
Was torn to pieces
Ripped to shreds
Because the cloth...